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Facing the swift onslaught of Kashati's sword light, Bob's expression grew serious as he refrained from clashing head-on.
Utilizing his agility skills, Bob either retreated or dodged, occasionally striking with a sword to block a few attacks, but he avoided direct confrontation with Kashati.
This scene drew loud boos from the audience outside, who criticized Bob for being all talk and no action, claiming that when it came to real combat, he was nothing but a coward.
In truth, Bob was waiting, much like a snake poised to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment that would instantly turn the tide in his favor.
He was anticipating the moment when Kashati's offensive would wane, knowing that she would inevitably show a brief lapse in her movements. That would be his best opportunity to strike.
With Kashati's sharp intellect, how could she not understand Bob's intentions? However, given her strength, the only skill that posed a threat to him was her Double Blade Spin Kill, which she had only mastered at a low level.
Kashati did not come from a particularly good background; her father established a mercenary group that barely qualified as a mid-tier force in Sparta City—neither too strong nor too weak, failing to make a significant impact.
The Double Blade Spin Kill was acquired by her father at great expense to alleviate the pressure she felt during the Qualification Challenge.
Having successfully advanced into the Seed Selection Tournament and becoming one of the Top Nine was beyond her father's expectations. This achievement also boosted the reputation of her mercenary group, attracting many young talents and significantly increasing its strength.
As the dazzling sword light gradually diminished, her mastery of the low-level Double Blade Spin Kill could not be sustained for long; it might serve well as a finishing move.
Kashati's spinning form began to slow down. Before her offensive completely ceased, she lightly tapped the ground with her foot and suddenly flew backward.
At that moment, Bob—who had been on the defensive—suddenly extended his sword. His body shot forward like an arrow through the air; with his sword leading the way, he dashed forward and launched a swift counterattack.
Kashati halted abruptly, crossing her twin swords in front of her. Bob's rapid strike met her blades with a resounding clash. The sound of metal striking metal echoed as sparks flew from their contact. The immense force transmitted through the swords caused Kashati to grunt softly and stagger backward.
With his initial attack thwarted, Bob pressed his advantage with a hearty laugh as he angled his sword and launched another strike toward her shoulder.
Kashati had not yet recovered from the previous blow and was forced to draw her sword again.
The sound of clashing swords rang out in a continuous stream, sparks flying where the blades met, and the sword shadows fell like a torrential rain. In the blink of an eye, Bob and Kashati had exchanged dozens of blows. Bob's attacks were ruthless and relentless, showing no mercy, with each strike more vicious than the last.
Although both swords were adept at defense, after enduring over ten exchanges, Kashati was already drenched in sweat, her long hair disheveled, her hands trembling, and her clothes were torn with gaping holes, revealing glimpses of her figure.
This scene ignited the fury of many young admirers of Kashati on the Viewing Platform. Their eyes blazed with anger as they clenched their fists tightly, cursing loudly, wishing they could rush onto the Competition Platform and beat that damned Bob until he was unrecognizable.
With a loud clang! Faced with Bob's fierce assault, Kashati ultimately could not hold on any longer. The twin swords in her hands were knocked away, flying off in two parabolic arcs and falling to the ground.
With a successful strike, Bob was overjoyed. He lunged forward, his sword drawing an arc through the air, accompanied by a gust of wind as the back of his blade struck Kashati's shoulder.
With a sharp crack, Kashati's sleeve tore apart, scattering into tatters. She stumbled backward and finally fell to the ground, her face pale and looking utterly defeated.
"Hahaha, beautiful lady, I told you to admit defeat early. How does it feel now?" Bob stood with his sword in hand, playfully tousling his hair and laughing arrogantly.
"Go to hell, you damned leper! Bullying a woman is no act of heroism."
"Heroism? You're giving him too much credit. I bet with that ghastly appearance of his, he doesn't even have what it takes down there to be called a hero."
"This trash only knows how to bully women. If he had any guts, he'd go find Brent to fight him; too bad he doesn't have that kind."
"How can someone like him even be ranked among the Top Nine? I guess his shamelessness is what makes him stand out."
Bob had now become the center of attention, completely capturing the ire of everyone present. Most of the audience in the Gladiatorial Arena were filled with rage, spitting insults without restraint.
Sitting on a stone chair, Kalandor also ceased his smile. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Bob with murderous intent. He silently vowed that if given the chance, he would make sure to deal with this Fellow properly.
Perhaps unable to tolerate Bob's arrogant demeanor, Sean Sterling promptly announced the results of the match, putting a stop to this disgraceful Fellow's further actions.
"Bob wins, earning one point, total score zero points. Kashati loses, losing one point, total score negative two points."
Having achieved the desired outcome, Bob swaggered back to his seat with his head held high. The spectators on the Viewing Platform looked at his arrogant display with gritted teeth; even those seated nearby, including Harrison, showed disdain. Being associated with this Fellow was truly embarrassing.
You won, so why all the unnecessary chatter? Why seek to belittle others with foolish remarks? Wasn't that just a deliberate insult?
Kashati's delicate figure returned to her seat under the sympathetic gazes of the crowd. Observing her somewhat disheveled appearance, they were unsure how to offer comfort.
Just as he felt awkward, Kashati suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes locking onto his. She broke into a smile that radiated a kind of stubborn beauty, as if she needed no one's sympathy or pity.
He looked at the determined woman before him; her smile was pure and unforced. It was this very stubbornness that made her so beautiful at that moment—like a plum blossom in winter, gracefully standing alone in the cold. Without saying anything more, Bu Wei nodded with a smile.
She was a woman worthy of respect—stubborn and strong. In her, he saw a spirit of pride.
One can be humble but must not lack pride.
Time passed swiftly as the Seed Selection Tournament progressed vigorously. In the blink of an eye, over twenty matches had taken place, and dusk was approaching; the selection rounds were nearing their end.
In these twenty-plus matches, Bu had participated four times and won all four matches effortlessly. His total score had reached six points. He had won these four matches quite easily; in fact, during his battle with Kashati, she hadn't even made a move and conceded as soon as she stepped onto the stage.
He had been pondering how to win without making her feel embarrassed. After all, he had a good impression of Kashati; suddenly attacking her would have put him in a difficult position. There was no way he would let her concede; he was determined to secure first place.
While he was still secretly troubled by this dilemma, she boldly conceded without hesitation. This action left him momentarily stunned until Sean Sterling announced the match results, at which point he felt quite embarrassed.
After stepping down from the Competition Platform, Bu awkwardly engaged in conversation with Kashati, who took the opportunity to tease him about how a woman should recognize when she is outmatched and be sensible enough to avoid being crushed by a man’s harshness.
Upon hearing this, Bu felt even more awkward, rubbing his hands together, looking unsure of how to respond, which elicited a fit of delicate laughter from the woman, making her seem like a fluttering flower.
In the end, Bu simply agreed to owe Kashati a favor, which eased the guilt he felt inside.
In the next three matches, Bu's opponents were Babur, Evan, and Harrison. The outcome of these encounters was predictable.
Evan fared slightly better; at least he had thick skin and knew when to retreat. After exchanging two moves with Bu, he voluntarily admitted defeat. This cleverness drew scornful murmurs from the spectators on the Viewing Platform.
As for Babur and Harrison, their strengths were quite similar, both possessing a low-level attack skill that reached the second tier. However, this little trump card was still insufficient in Bu's eyes.
Without even using the Ethereal Thirteen Swords, Bu relied solely on the Furious Cloud Palm to secure victory within just a few rounds.
He had no choice but to win; Babur and Harrison were nearly beaten to a pulp by him. Even after revealing their trump cards, they remained useless against Bu's overwhelming force, suffering even more severe blows as if there was some deep-seated grudge.
In the end, the two unfortunate fellows were left dazed and had no choice but to concede defeat. Facing such a madman was truly heartbreaking.
In fact, their strength was already considerable. The low-level skills they displayed required quite an effort from Bu to counter without resorting to the Ethereal Thirteen Swords.
The main issue was that Bu's attributes far surpassed theirs; merely relying on attribute suppression was enough to maintain an advantage. If it were anyone else, even with all of Bu's skills but lacking robust attributes for support, achieving such results would be impossible.
Notably, among the twenty or so matches that took place in between, another explosive showdown ignited the audience's excitement.
Kalandor faced Kozmo.
What many wanted to see most was this kind of clash of titans; only such matches could be thrilling and intense enough to stir one's blood.
Although Kozmo had previously been defeated by Bu, his formidable strength still earned him respect and admiration from the crowd. Now facing Kalandor, who had yet to taste defeat, who would emerge stronger?
The battle unfolded with an intensity even more explosive than the previous one. Kalandor's first move was a thunderous strike, unleashing a triple-level Low-Level martial arts skill.
However, Kozmo's Water Screen Radiance proved to be an incredibly resilient defense, withstanding dozens of Kalandor's punches without showing any signs of pressure.
This comparison made it clear to everyone just how powerful the swordsmanship displayed earlier by Bu truly was.
With no worries about defense, Kozmo hid within his shell, launching magic spells one after another, truly embodying what it means to be a human cannon.
Unfortunately, despite the impressive power of Kozmo's spells, Kalandor's speed was simply too great, making it nearly impossible to hit him. Even controllable spells like Rapid Fireballs failed to land a hit as Kalandor evaded them effortlessly.
As a result, a stalemate ensued: one side was like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, unable to move it; the other was like a cannon trying to hit a fly, unable to connect.
After the ten-minute limit of the match passed, the two ultimately ended up in a draw.
The spectators on the Viewing Platform were left speechless; this was quite something.
Both Kalandor and Kozmo were equally frustrated. Facing such an opponent made them understand what it meant to be difficult to deal with and further highlighted Bu's strength.
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