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Cool Breeze Time has passed in a blur.
Seed Selection Tournament At this point, the rankings of the nine participants are basically clear.
Reilo has fought six matches, winning all six, with a total score of six points; Bu has also fought six matches, winning all six, with a total score of six points; Kalandor has fought six matches, winning five and drawing one, with a total score of five points; Kozmo has fought six matches, winning four, losing one, and drawing one, with a total score of three points.
Among the remaining four, due to their wins and losses, the highest score is held by Harrison, who has a meager one point. Even Kashati, who has lost all six matches, currently sits at negative six points.
Despite this, she still smiles and steps onto the Competition Platform for each match. She is a stubborn and strong woman who has earned everyone's respect. Although her performance is not ideal, the crowd still generously offers her warm applause and cheers.
In contrast, every time Bob takes the stage, everyone boos and jeers at him relentlessly.
Bob is indeed unfortunate; having incurred the wrath of the crowd, his subsequent matches have been disastrous as he faced off against Kalandor, Kozmo, and Reilo, suffering three consecutive defeats.
Bu maliciously thought that this unloved Fellow might be intentionally matched against him by Sean Sterling, who likely also disdains him.
Finally, Bob was assigned to compete against Evan. However, he was defeated by the seemingly easy-to-bully Evan, resulting in his total score dropping to negative four points. This blow left him dejected and stripped him of his earlier arrogance.
According to Evan, a softie who only bullies women—if he were to lose to him, it would only make him appear even weaker. Upon hearing this, Harrison and others deeply resonated with his sentiment and silently vowed that they could not lose to Bob, or it would be an embarrassment beyond measure.
It was evident that due to his excessive arrogance, Bob had already walked into a dead end.
The colors were dimming; winter in the Crook Duchy was not too cold yet. Some young nobles wore thin fur jackets and styled their hair slickly. Many noble ladies competed for attention in their floral short skirts paired with long thermal stockings, showcasing their slender figures like vibrant flowers blooming in winter.
For instance, sitting next to Bu was Kashati, who could truly be considered a winter plum blossom. Her outfit was somewhat... After thinking for a moment, Bu couldn't find the right words to describe her and could only smile wryly while shaking his head internally, thinking "unique," yes, that's it.
Kashati looked at Bu with a strange expression for a while, seemingly not understanding what the unpleasant look on his face meant. She had no idea how eye-catching her short outfit was.
Growing up in her father's created Mercenary group, she was surrounded by burly mercenaries who were bold and passionate, acting without restraint. Growing up in such an environment naturally imbued her with a certain boldness akin to that of men, which contributed to her stubborn and strong character.
Dressed as she was, it was perfectly normal in the Mercenary circle, having become a habit.
The Seed Selection Tournament was gradually nearing its conclusion, and the much-anticipated showdown among the strong was about to unfold. After watching the previous matches, no one felt tired; in fact, as it approached the end, their enthusiasm only grew.
Held once every ten years, the Holy Light Academy Qualification Challenge was a brilliant focal point of this period, with numerous young masters shining like stars before everyone’s eyes. Some would streak by like meteors, disappearing in an instant, yet the brilliance they displayed would forever remain in everyone’s hearts.
“Next up, Reilo will face Brent. The match will begin in three minutes.”
Sean Sterling's authoritative voice echoed throughout the arena, resonating within the Gladiatorial Arena and lingering for a long time. Or perhaps it was the hearts of all the spectators that stirred with great waves at this announcement, making it difficult to calm down in a short time.
This was the Peak Showdown that everyone had been eagerly awaiting. However, when the moment arrived, it felt dreamlike; they were blind, passionate, and shouting crazily. As the Seed Selection Tournament neared its end, it reached a new peak; everyone in sight stood up, and the entire Gladiatorial Arena was ablaze with excitement.
Reilo smirked slightly, his purple hair cascading casually. He turned his head to look at Step, his gaze deep as the sea—confident and calm.
Feeling something, Step turned back to see the indifference and calmness in Reilo's eyes and noticed the disdainful smirk at the corner of his mouth. At that moment, it felt silent; where their gazes met, an undercurrent of tension surged.
A gentle breeze blew at that moment, stirring Step Black's long hair and igniting his fighting spirit.
This breeze was soft and prolonged, causing Kashati's fiery red hair to dance in the wind. She saw the brightness in the eyes of the man beside her, as if witnessing his unwavering conviction.
The wind silently brushed past Wendy, caressing her blue hair and seemingly soothing her anxious heart.
The wind rose; battle was about to commence!
Sean Sterling's voice came from above as the duel began.
Step stood up, his longsword humming softly as if trembling with excitement. At this moment, all the noise and heat from outside faded away; he needed to fight!
In the distance, Reilo stood tall. His steps seemed slow yet were already approaching the Competition Platform. With his hands clasped behind him and a long knife sheathed at his waist, his long hair danced in the air while his expression remained calm.
Fight! There is no need for hesitation; time is of the essence!
With a swift motion, he moved like a sword, and in just a few flashes, he had already stepped onto the Competition Platform.
This was a battle that everyone held their breath to witness. Kalandor's gaze was intense; he wanted to see, to observe closely the strengths of his opponent.
On the Competition Platform, the two stood facing each other, like tigers lying in wait and dragons coiling. The atmosphere became incredibly oppressive, and not a single voice could be heard from the spectators.
Only when he truly faced Reilo did Step deeply understand the terrifying strength of his opponent. Reilo merely stood there, yet this seemingly simple stance emanated a profound weight. It felt as if Step was not confronting a person but rather an indomitable mountain.
This was a force, an overwhelming presence that had been ingrained in Reilo's very being. Since becoming the foremost among the younger generation of Sparta City and having never tasted defeat since he began training, this unshakeable confidence loomed like a rock in his heart.
Those with weaker abilities who faced Reilo would be intimidated by this aura even before any blows were exchanged, leading them to feel that defeat was inevitable. Even those of equal strength would find their full potential diminished to only eighty percent due to this pressure.
Taking a deep breath, Step suppressed the turmoil within him. His gaze was resolute; even though his opponent was unexpectedly strong, as long as he had not yet stepped into Intermediate, he had confidence in victory! This was also his self-assurance—he believed that with his lower-tier strength, he could defeat an Intermediate powerhouse. Even someone as formidable as Reilo could not achieve such feats.
Reilo stood like a mountain, unwavering and calm, exuding an air of composure as if watching the water flow before the mountains or flowers fall in the courtyard. He did not intend to make the first move; he believed that his opponent would not keep him waiting long. Although he looked down on Step's fighting style, he still recognized his strength.
With both hands raised, palms hovering in the air, dark energy enveloped him as Furious Cloud Palm was activated in an instant by Step. He sensed Reilo's pride and reluctance to strike first; thus, he would force his opponent to act.
Dragon Step flowed like a startled swan; Step moved like drifting clouds with the momentum of a raging dragon, rushing towards where Reynold stood.
Ethereal Thirteen Swords was not something Step intended to use right away. While it was currently his most powerful technique, it came with many drawbacks and consumed immense energy. Even after its execution, its momentum required a commitment that could be limiting.
Facing someone as strong as Reilo, if he unleashed Ethereal Thirteen Swords from the start and his opponent discerned its significant flaws, Step would likely be on the brink of defeat. After all, while Ethereal Thirteen Swords was powerful, its backlash could be devastating.
He needed to seize opportunities during combat and unleash this trump card at the most opportune moment. If he delayed using it for too long, Reilo would naturally remain cautious and wary of this move, which would hinder Step's ability to act freely during battle.
As he closed in with each breath, Reilo withdrew his hands from behind him to prepare for Step's attack.
The eyes of all the spectators outside widened in astonishment, holding their breath as if that was the only way to not miss any details of the battle.
With a thunderous roar, Bu Shuang's hands moved like dark clouds pressing down on a city, attacking and defending in perfect harmony. The dense shadows of his palms seemed to obscure the sun and cover the moon, causing the air to tremble as the sound of his strikes pierced through the atmosphere.
The clash of masters was astonishing.
Facing the fierce shadows of palms that surrounded him from all directions, Reilo remained expressionless, betraying no hint of joy or anger. His hands either deflected or blocked with fluid motions, embodying a ferocious offensive within his defensive stance. Although his strikes appeared slow, they were actually so fast that they created a visual illusion.
In just an instant, they had exchanged dozens of blows. The speed was beyond imagination, and the hidden dangers within their attacks made those with keen eyes outside break into a cold sweat.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
With rapid attacks against rapid attacks and strength against strength, their fists and feet clashed violently. As they dodged and maneuvered, only two black shadows could be seen darting across the three hundred feet of the Competition Platform, making it seem like there was no place that wasn't part of their battlefield. The fierce offensive surged like a tidal wave.
Every time they struck each other, a loud explosion echoed. However, the subsequent counterattacks came as swiftly as lightning. In the end, the series of explosions merged into a single Thunderous roar, and the violent energy swept across the entire Competition Platform, causing everyone outside to gasp in awe.
Many seasoned experts watching shook their heads in amazement. The younger generation was pushing forward; these two were merely in their twenties yet had already surpassed them in strength. Just warming up had left them feeling embarrassed; if they unleashed their more lethal trump cards, they wouldn't know where to hide their old faces.
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