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The sweep of the Fire Ring was but a fleeting moment, as the Fifth Sword thrust forward from Bu's hand with a thunderous strike.
It was like a knife cutting into cheese; the Resistance Fire Ring only held for a brief moment before being shattered by the overwhelming Sword Aura. Amidst the flying sparks, Bu continued to stab toward Kozmo with both his body and sword, momentum unabated.
When power reaches a certain level, all techniques become mere illusions.
With a hum, the imposing Fifth Sword, just as it was about to pierce Kozmo's chest, suddenly altered its trajectory slightly.
No sound escaped as Bu's sword pierced directly through Kozmo's shoulder. The speed of this strike was too fast, its edge too fierce; at the moment it penetrated Kozmo's shoulder, he didn't even feel a hint of pain.
A section of the Fine Iron Longsword emerged from the other side of his shoulder, and at the sword tip, Ethereal Light gradually retracted. Blood slowly flowed down the blade from Kozmo's shoulder, dripping onto the ground in bright crimson.
"You've lost."
Bu's lips bled again, yet his calm voice carried an undeniable tone.
In the final moment of his strike, he slightly altered the trajectory of the Fifth Sword. Although he did not retreat, he still felt a slight backlash from the skill.
Kozmo turned his head slowly to look at his shoulder; this strike should not have landed there—his opponent had shown mercy.
He raised his gaze and looked deeply at Bu, as if trying to remember the one who had defeated him.
Bu met his gaze calmly, confidence still evident in his eyes.
"I've lost."
Kozmo's voice rang out low and somber, tinged with desolation and gloom.
He was a proud wizard of noble status. However, today he was defeated by a warrior of lowly background whom he had previously looked down upon.
This defeat pulled him away from the dazzling aura of a wizard and made him realize a fact: no one is born noble; only those with great power possess the privilege of nobility.
"Brent wins, gaining one point, total score two points; Kazmo loses, losing one point, total score zero points."
The outcome of the competition was clear on the Competition Platform, and Sean Sterling's voice echoed throughout the Gladiatorial Arena.
There were no cheers; silence reigned on the Viewing Platform as everyone remained immersed in the intense battle that had just unfolded.
When two strong opponents clash, one must be injured.
In this battle, Kazmo was defeated, but no one looked down on him. Just his astonishing defensive magic, Light Barrier, made everyone fully aware of the power of wizards. Yet in the end, he still lost. This was not due to Kozmo's weakness but rather because Bu's strength exceeded everyone's expectations.
Especially the final Fifth Sword; its overwhelming might still stirred waves in everyone's hearts, and even thinking back to it sent chills down their spines.
Even among those with Intermediate strength in the arena, there was admiration for Bu's astonishing sword strike. Such an attack had already surpassed what could be expected from the younger generation and was truly remarkable.
On the Competition Platform, Bu casually flicked his wrist, and the Fine Iron Longsword was swiftly pulled from Kozmo's shoulder. With a wave of his hand, the blood on the blade was shaken off and returned to its sheath.
With a muffled groan, Kazmo supported his injured shoulder with his left hand and glanced at Bu once more before turning to leave.
Watching Kazmo's swaying hefty backside, Bu couldn't help but think mischievously about what would happen if that sword had pierced it instead—would this fellow go berserk?
Shaking his head with amusement, Bu leaped gracefully and returned to his seat.
Until this moment, the crowd on the Viewing Platform seemed to awaken suddenly, generously expressing their enthusiasm with thunderous applause and cheers. Many could not help but shout out Bu's name, their fervent expressions resembling those of the most devout followers of a cult.
Warren Earl could hardly contain his joy, unable to stop smiling. Bu had defeated Kozmo, which already placed him firmly in contention for a top three spot in the Seed Selection Tournament.
After all, among the nine participants, only Reynold, Kalandor, and Kozmo posed a real threat to Bu.
Now that Bu had triumphed over Kozmo, one competitor was eliminated, leaving only Reilo and Kalandor as potential threats. Even if Bu were to lose against either of them, he would still be assured a place in the top three, which was a tremendous honor. How could Warren Earl not be pleased?
Many people realized this and looked at Bu with eager eyes. Although Bu might not currently stand among the strongest, everyone could foresee his future strength. After all, at just over 20 years old, achieving such accomplishments indicated immeasurable potential.
The duel between Bu and Kozmo had come to an end, yet the enthusiasm of the crowd on the Viewing Platform remained undiminished as they eagerly anticipated the next match.
With Sean Sterling's announcement, the next match was confirmed: Kashati versus Bob.
"Are you okay?"
Suddenly speaking from her stone seat, Kashati regarded Bu with her beautiful eyes and softly inquired.
Bu Wei was slightly taken aback; he turned to look at her and then shook his head, saying, "I'm fine; it's not a serious injury."
However, this statement caused a look of doubt to appear in Kashati's eyes. They had all clearly seen that although Bu had won against Kozmo, he had sustained some injuries—especially from that Blazing Flame Hand. Kashati knew well the power of that spell; how could Bu have faced it head-on without any harm?
Seeing that she seemed skeptical, Bu did not offer further explanation. Instead, he smiled and changed the subject: "You should worry about yourself; Bob's strength is quite good and not so easy to deal with."
"Hmph." Noticing that Bu seemed unwilling to elaborate further, Kashati rolled her eyes and turned away from him.
He touched his nose, feeling a bit awkward; the woman's sharp gaze was quite impactful.
He knew his own situation well. With his strong recovery ability, he could bounce back from even severe injuries in a short time. After the battle with Kozmo, his physical condition was at 84% with minor injuries, and after some time to recover, it would be negligible, having no effect on his combat effectiveness.
For someone like him, a Fellow, this kind of wheel battle was tailor-made. With his formidable recovery ability and high physical attributes, even if he fought several rounds in a row, as long as he didn't encounter an opponent with strength similar to Reilo's, he wouldn't expend much stamina at all.
He had been secretly pleased about this advantage for quite some time, especially since Sean Sterling had stipulated that participants could not use any drugs during the battles. This strict rule highlighted his advantages even more.
In fact, this was one of the harsh criteria for recruiting students at Holy Light Academy; they needed students who were not only exceptional but also powerful.
This kind of power wasn't one-dimensional but rather comprehensive. Endurance tests each participant's physical stamina and mental fortitude. Strong physical stamina allows one to face any challenge without fear, while strong mental fortitude enables careful planning and strategic advancement to reach the peak.
However, it was unfortunate that this Seed Selection Tournament featured a monster like him. Not only was he incredibly strong, but he also possessed vampire traits, making it seem like he had activated a cheat code.
While others fought cautiously or tried to end battles quickly to conserve stamina, he charged in aggressively without regard for energy expenditure. He often engaged in head-on confrontations without worrying about getting hurt.
Poor Kozmo encountered such a reckless fighter; losing wasn't unjustified after all, as one couldn't measure a madman's thinking by common sense.
The match soon began as Kashati and Bob stepped onto the Competition Platform simultaneously.
"I'll tell you this: wielding weapons is a man's job. If you want to fight, let's find a place to discuss it after the match. For now, just admit defeat and spare me from having to ruin your beauty."
The mocking words came from Bob, who perhaps had forgotten his pain after healing or simply enjoyed boasting. He wore a smug expression as he spoke arrogantly.
"Unfading God! How can this Fellow's mouth be so vile? He just got taught a lesson by Brent and is already spouting nonsense again."
"Looking like a sickly person, speaking in such a despicable manner, he must be the kind of character who is unloved by his grandmother and uncle at home."
"Definitely, otherwise why would he be here seeking comfort?"
Seeing Bob's arrogant demeanor, many young supporters of Kashati on the Viewing Platform began to feel dissatisfied. Despite Bob's strength far surpassing theirs, his low character made it difficult for them to respect him.
Bu and several other contestants couldn't help but laugh, their gazes toward Bob filled with disdain. It was an embarrassment for them to share the same space with such a person.
"Annoying." Kashati raised her eyebrows, her hands sweeping from her waist, revealing two short swords, Cold Light, glimmering.
"Oh? You really want me to take action? Come on, let's play." Drawing his long sword, Bob continued to attract the crowd's attention, eager to see how high he could go and how deep he could sink.
Though Bob appeared carefree, his originally dull eyes now shone with sharpness. He stepped slightly forward, drawing a half-circle in the air with his long sword.
He wasn't a fool; while he mocked and belittled his opponent verbally, he wouldn't let his guard down when it came time to fight. After all, his injuries hadn't fully healed, and he could only muster about eighty percent of his peak fighting power.
Noticing that her opponent seemed unwilling to take the initiative, Kashati held her dual swords upside down and gracefully leaped forward. Her steps followed an incredibly intricate rhythm, resembling a butterfly among flowers—darting this way and that, making it hard to pinpoint her direction.
With swift strikes from her two swords creating a fierce wind, Kashati's fiery red hair danced in the breeze as her body spun like a spiral. The dual swords formed a circle, exuding an aura of danger amidst their beauty. Waves of sword light rippled through the air.
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