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On the pitch-black Competition Platform, Bu and Reynold's figures alternated and darted about, like fleeting shadows or ghostly apparitions.
Kalandor gripped the armrests of the stone chair tightly, his eyes filled with fervor. He was exhilarated! He had witnessed the speed he had pursued all his life!
The duel between the two on stage showcased an undeniable speed. He had thought that his speed was already at its peak among his peers, reaching an extreme where no one could match him.
But at this moment, the speed displayed by Bu and Reynold filled him with intense excitement, a fierce battle spirit born from encountering worthy opponents. Although their speed still fell slightly short of his own, he was after all a specialist in speed, and seeing such rapid movements from two contemporaries left Kalandor both shocked and invigorated.
Suddenly, a brilliant light erupted on the Competition Platform, like thunder crashing, creating an astonishing scene.
As everyone looked on, they saw blue and black lights merging and expanding within the Competition Platform, energy surging wildly, and a violent force radiating outward.
Two figures suddenly shot out from the depths of the brilliance at incredible speed, leaving behind two blurred afterimages that stood on either side, forming a standoff.
Bu Shuang's palms slightly contracted as a glint of surprise flashed in his sharp eyes. He looked at the ever-composed Reynold across from him and silently acknowledged his prowess.
With his impressive strength rating of 9 points, he unleashed a fifth-level Furious Cloud Palm, an attack powerful enough to shatter stone. Coupled with his even more terrifying agility, the frequency of his attacks was astonishingly rapid.
However, the faster and fiercer the attacks were, the greater the consumption of stamina became, making it difficult to sustain for long. But for someone like Bu, who also possessed high physical attributes, this concern was negligible.
Individuals like Bu, who excelled in every aspect, left no room for others to compete. Yet Reynold surprisingly matched him blow for blow.
Reynold's calm demeanor remained unchanged; he showed no signs of exertion or distress. It seemed as if their fierce exchange had been nothing extraordinary to him.
Taking a deep breath, this was the second time Bu felt pressure—powerful pressure.
The first time had been when Reynold entered the arena with overwhelming force; he had felt pressure then too, but it was faint enough not to intimidate him too much. However, this second wave of pressure deepened Bu's wariness towards Reilo.
A formidable opponent. Reynold would be his greatest rival since Benson.
With his own abnormal attributes in combat against peers, he found himself unable to gain any advantage. This was a situation Bu had never encountered before; even someone as strong as Kozmo had previously been suppressed by him.
Reynold has a strong ability to predict attacks, and his timing is impeccable. His strikes seem effortless, yet they always manage to perfectly counter Step's offensive moves.
He handles his strength with great ease, achieving the desired effect with just a fraction of his power, never exerting more than necessary. Perhaps this is why he can engage in such fierce exchanges with Step without exhausting too much stamina.
Step finds himself in a difficult situation; relying solely on Furious Cloud Palm makes it nearly impossible to force Reynold into making a mistake. If he were to use Ethereal Thirteen Swords now, he would be facing a dead end with no way back. Only by defeating Reynold could he hope to break through this deadlock.
He has always been confident in himself, but at this moment, his confidence wavers. He is unsure if he can defeat Reynold.
Rumors have circulated that Reynold is exceptionally powerful, possessing at least three Low-Level skills. Although Step had previously dismissed this information with a laugh, having personally killed an Intermediate-level expert had inflated his confidence to the point of arrogance, making him fearless against anyone. However, now that he is truly facing a crisis, he realizes that among his peers, even if he hasn't reached Intermediate level, he is not the strongest.
Now, even if he unleashes Ethereal Thirteen Swords, how can he be sure that Reynold doesn't have means to counter him?
After all, the opponent possesses far more Low-Level skills than he does, and given that Reynold has mastered Tear Wind Palm to the sixth level, any hidden techniques he may have are bound to be astonishing.
Step hesitates, caught in indecision and losing the decisive edge he once had.
This series of mental fluctuations seems slow but actually occurs in mere moments as thoughts whirl in his mind.
Coming out of his contemplation, Step still shows signs of doubt. His right hand rests on the hilt of his Fine Iron Longsword, yet it feels as heavy as a thousand pounds at this moment.
To draw or not to draw the sword—two choices linger as Step remains undecided.
The spectators outside have also noticed Step's unusual behavior during the match. However, they are unaware of the internal conflict within Bu Xin.
Most believe that Step was injured in the recent battle; after all, Reynold's strength is evident. Despite Step being a dark horse with remarkable potential, opinions vary on whether he can truly defeat Reynold, with most leaning towards skepticism.
"Are you still not going to draw your sword?"
The expression on Bu's face fluctuated, and Reilo seemed to sense his conflicting thoughts. He spoke calmly, his deep gaze inscrutable, as if everything was under his control. Regardless of whether Bu drew his sword, defeat was inevitable.
With the sword in hand, Bu Mei furrowed his brow. He was not a hesitant person, yet at this moment, he found himself indecisive; he was not a coward, yet he hesitated to advance.
Indecision was not his style. If he was to fight, he would fight decisively! To speak of defeat before the battle had even begun was not the way of a man.
Fight! Even if there was no path ahead, he would forcefully carve out a way.
Bu's eyes were cold and fierce, his long black hair danced without wind. The sword unsheathed with a sharp sound; there was no one who could instill fear in him—not even the gods or demons!
"As you wish!"
The icy words escaped Bu's lips, transforming into a sharp sword cry. Cold Light appeared like a startled phoenix. Ethereal Thirteen Swords and Yokai Night Parade echoed like mournful cries; the sword had been drawn, with no retreat!
Whoosh!!!!!!
Three consecutive strikes converged into one blow, moving so swiftly that they seemed to overlap into a single shadow of a sword.
This strike carried Bu's fearless momentum; it embodied his determination to advance without retreat. The sword light suddenly tore through the air like a flash of lightning, accompanied by ghostly wails that could not conceal its might.
If there is to be a battle! Then let it be a fierce one!
Reynold raised an eyebrow slightly, calmly watching as Bu's strike approached. From the momentum of this attack, he sensed a hint of threat, but it was too faint to cause him any real concern—just enough to make him take it somewhat seriously.
As the sword energy surged towards him, Reynold's wide black robe billowed with sound. His deep-set eyes reflected the incoming sword light; this fierce strike could not shake his resolve. He had absolute confidence in countering it!
Clang! The blade emerged, its light like the moon and its force like thunder.
Reynold moved like a descending tiger; as he drew his blade, he slashed upward into the air, revealing a full moon in the void.
With a single strike, as if drawn by a magnet, the blade and sword tip met at a point, causing the void to tremble. Fire snakes danced wildly, and the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the arena, like a demonic melody that left one dizzy.
The two forces collided, resembling mountains crumbling or tsunamis rising. Both fighters' arms trembled, and they were sent flying backward, landing and retreating several steps.
As soon as he steadied himself, he quickly darted sideways, his long sword striking again, a hundred demons howling as the sword energy surged.
In this battle, there was no retreat—Fourth Sword!
A cold glint flashed in Reynold's eyes. He had noticed that his opponent could actually push him back; it seemed he would need to employ some tactics early on.
With his long knife held horizontally, Reynold's stance became like a bow, containing a powerful force within his mountain-like presence. Facing Bu Kuang's roaring Fourth Sword, he suddenly lunged forward, advancing rather than retreating.
The sword light was dazzling; the fierce brilliance of the blade swept across, causing a stinging sensation on the skin. Reynold raised his knife high, its blade shining brilliantly as waves of energy rippled forth from the void. This strike came down violently like Thor's hammer, transforming into thunder that punished the world.
Crack! The sharp light formed by the sword energy resembled torn leather. This furious strike landed heavily on Bu's weak point, its ferocity akin to a volcanic eruption that burst forth in an instant.
Clang! A deafening roar accompanied by a powerful force spread out.
The Fourth Sword was shattered.
Bu fell to the ground like chaff, blood spilling from his mouth. A searing pain shot through his chest; even with his formidable physique, he could not withstand such a violent energy impact.
With the Fourth Sword broken and his forward momentum halted, the backlash of the skill suddenly erupted from within him. Bu felt an intense pain coursing through his meridians; another mouthful of blood spewed forth, staining his purple-black clothing with crimson and making it appear even darker. In just a moment, his injuries worsened.
The crowd outside erupted in astonishment, their gazes toward Reynold filled with awe.
Even someone as strong as Bu was left in such a dire state at his hands. It should be noted that in all previous matches, Bu had never sustained serious injuries; even Kozmo had never forced him to cough up blood or been suppressed to such an extent.
On the viewing platform, Wendy was anxious and restless, tears shimmering in her eyes. Although Bu had intentionally distanced himself from her, seeing her beloved now gravely injured felt like a dagger piercing her heart. She felt immense pain and wished she could take his place.
Vulture-faced Bill was laughing inwardly at the sight before him, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the pitiful state of his opponent. This long-awaited scene was unfolding right in front of his eyes, and he felt an immense thrill, praising his own foresight. He was even more eager for the ensuing battle, hoping that this damned Fellow would be beaten to death or severely injured on the Competition Platform.
Bill's anticipation seemed to be coming true as Reynold dragged his long sword along the ground, moving with lightning speed. As long as his opponent did not concede, he would continue to fight until they did.
With bloodshot eyes and gritted teeth, he thought to himself: there was no way he would lose! No one among his peers could defeat him, not even Reynold!
His right hand suddenly gripped the sword hilt tightly, suppressing the relentless pain coursing through his body. He was determined to fight; no one could stop him! This was his obsession with winning the championship, his desire to grow stronger—unquenchable and indomitable.
Fifth Sword! The sword that once shone brightly!
With fury fueling him, he thrust the sword forward, following closely behind.
Countless rays of light converged into a single line, which was the sword in his hand; a fierce Sword Aura gathered at its tip, dense and ethereal, resembling a ghostly eye from the depths of hell.
This very sword had once caused Kozmo to suffer instant defeat, had shocked Reilo, and left everyone present in awe.
This sword was astonishing!
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