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Facing the intense gaze of the crowd, Bu Ku smiled and shook his head before returning to his seat.
Though he had won this battle, it was a narrow victory, one that felt fortunate and tragic.
If given another chance, he still wouldn't be confident in defeating Reynold. After this battle, he reflected deeply on himself, realizing that he should not be overly arrogant or dismissive of heroes.
Encountering Reynold and experiencing his strength firsthand made Bu awaken to the truth.
With his current meager abilities, there was nothing to boast about. If he wanted to progress further on the path of becoming stronger, he must remain humble and constantly self-reflect.
No one is born powerful, nor is anyone born worthless. Only when one's heart grows strong can they walk the path of a true warrior.
This so-called heart is not about ambition or desire; it is merely a state of mind—one that remains undisturbed by praise or blame, calm and composed.
The Seed Selection Tournament is nearing its conclusion with just two matches left.
These final matches are highly anticipated showdowns.
Kalandor will face Reynold, while Bu will battle Kalandor.
Poor Kalandor, who was once favored by many before facing Reynold and Bu, was thought to have a chance against Bu even if he couldn't defeat Reynold. However, after Bu's match with Reynold, everyone dismissed this absurd notion.
It was ridiculous; didn't they see how tragically Reynold had lost? Who would still favor Kalandor? Many even speculated that poor Kalandor might lose both of his upcoming matches.
At this moment, Kalandor's total score stood at five points, tied with Reynold in second place.
If he loses to Reynold, he would have to settle for third place.
However, if he loses to Reynold and then again to Bu, he might not even secure third place.
Because Kozmo has a total score of three points, he is eyeing Kalandor closely. If Kalandor loses two matches in a row, he will face an awkward dilemma. He will need to battle Kozmo again to determine the outcome and establish his ranking.
Previously, in the confrontation between Kalandor and Kozmo, it was evident to all that neither could gain the upper hand, resulting in a stalemate that lasted ten minutes and ended in a draw. If they were to fight again, it is uncertain whether the same situation would arise.
The match between Kalandor and Reilo will begin in three minutes.
The Qualification Challenge held by Holy Light Academy does not take into account the participants' feelings, whether good or bad. It will not postpone the competition due to any participant being injured or just finishing a battle; what they need are participants who have endured various hardships and still made it to the end. Only those who have gone through trials are considered excellent candidates.
This is a process of sifting through the sand, as well as a brutal journey of refining true gold.
Only those who can withstand the trials can walk further on the path of future strong contenders.
Holy Light Academy is not an ivory tower, and its students are not delicate flowers in a greenhouse. Their future is vast, and each one is a champion among men; there are no weak-willed individuals among them.
Time passes second by second, and on the Nine Stone Seats, the participants display various expressions.
At this moment, Kalandor is filled with fighting spirit, his handsome face radiating joy; he can hardly wait.
After watching Reynold battle against Bu, he feels invigorated. Although he believes his strength is inferior to both of them, he possesses his own persistence and pride.
This battle cannot be avoided.
Various factions across different regions of the Gladiatorial Arena are also paying attention to Kalandor. Compared to Reynold and Bu, while Kalandor may be slightly weaker in strength, he is still one of the most promising candidates for third place.
Moreover, Kalandor has not represented any faction in the competition; he seems to be merely a free warrior. If any faction among these could recruit him into their ranks, it would undoubtedly bring immense benefits to their power.
Regardless of how others think, Warren Earl is currently very excited and thrilled.
His boisterous laughter reverberates against the windows of the viewing platform. With Brent currently leading with the highest total score, he truly deserves to be in first place. He seems to foresee the glorious moment for the Aldra Family, and everything appears so wonderful.
He had already made up his mind to implement the long-planned scheme tonight. Brent must be firmly under his control; such a talented individual would be the key to the Aldra Family's dominance.
Thinking of the wonderful aspects, Warren Earl smiled even more sinisterly, his square and broad face filled with wild madness. He looked at Brent from a distance, his eyes filled with extreme eagerness and greed.
"Come here." Warren Earl suddenly spoke with a manic grin. A family guard hurriedly stepped forward, bowing respectfully and saying, "I am here."
"Quickly deliver the spare weapons and equipment to Brent. Leave now and don't make any mistakes," Warren Earl said, glancing at the guard, his smile fading into a stern demeanor.
"Yes." The guard bowed again, respectfully retreating a few steps before turning to leave.
Brent's weapons and equipment had been damaged in the recent battle, which Warren Earl had noticed. Now was a critical moment for seizing victory; he could not afford any mistakes. Thus, he had prepared an extra set of weapons just in case, which was now perfectly timed for use.
"Father, will Brent's injuries be alright?" Wendy asked anxiously from the side. She had wanted to ask for some time but had hesitated for various reasons. Now she could no longer hold back, her eyes filled with concern as she inquired.
Warren Earl turned to glance at Wendy, a hint of an inexplicable smile on his face. This expression made Wendy feel somewhat embarrassed.
"He's fine; you don't need to worry. Lord Sean has already treated him. Didn't you see him laughing with others just now?" Warren Earl reassured her, though his words seemed to carry some implication.
Wendy instinctively turned her gaze toward the Diamond Light Screen. The scene before her made her heart feel heavy and her nose tingle. Remembering Brent's recent deliberate distancing from her left her feeling chaotic and gradually turned her expression into one of disappointment.
At that moment, Brent was engaged in casual conversation with Kashati. His current disheveled appearance had just been playfully mocked by Kashati, lacking any semblance of a first-rate individual; he resembled a scruffy beggar on the street.
Hearing those words made Brent's face darken immediately, and he lost interest in the conversation. Faced with the woman's mischievous teasing, he could only respond perfunctorily.
He was dressed in ragged clothes that made him look like a beggar, with an obvious hole in the back exposing him to the light and wind.
This was Fine Grade Amplification Gear! To have it ruined in his hands was painful for Bu Xin.
He felt he had suffered a great loss; after one match, he had destroyed this Amplification Equipment worth dozens of Silver Kall. Such waste! Not to mention his fine iron sword—though it was somewhat trashy, it was still worth over ten Silver Kall.
Now, Bu was not at all admiring Reynold; instead, he felt a deep resentment that made his teeth itch. He wanted to shout, "Compensate me for my equipment, compensate me for my sword, compensate me for my lovely Silver Kall."
Bu Shuang's eyes were red, and feeling extremely aggrieved, she shot a furious glance at Reynold. Her resentful expression left him utterly confused.
He focused on his personal attributes. What he saw almost made him lose his breath, with veins throbbing at his temples.
"Character: Vampire: Dark Faction
Strength: 4 Agility: 8 Constitution: 7 Spirit: 14 Energy: 5/0
Occupation: None Faith: None Level: Experience Points: 400/4000 Physical Condition: Light Injury 75%
Racial Gift (Not Activated): Level 1 Baron Bloodline Transformation."
"It's over, it's over, my attribute bonuses!" Bu Xin wailed inwardly, feeling an urge to devour someone. He hurriedly continued to look down.
"Purple Cloud Leopard Armor (Damaged) Attributes: ???"
Bu Xin felt shattered. Although he had anticipated the outcome, it still pained him deeply; his vision even started to darken. He had no desire to look at the next two items; if he did, he feared he would be so enraged that he would spit blood.
He recalled how hard he had worked to persuade Warren Earl, that stingy miser, to get this set of Amplification Equipment. The process had been incredibly arduous, yet now, after one competition, everything was gone.
"Are you... okay? Are you angry?" Seeing Bu's face change constantly and darken significantly, Kashati thought her words had upset him and cautiously asked. Her amber eyes blinked innocently as she feigned a pitiful expression.
"Heh... heh..." Bu looked at the girl and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. He was still bleeding inside.
"No way? Are you really angry? I was just joking with you." Kashati's eyes widened in disbelief as if she had discovered a new continent. She pondered how this man could be so upset.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm not angry; just thinking about other things." Bu struggled to regain his composure from the pain and faced Kashati's wide-eyed gaze, feeling a bit of a headache.
"Really?" Kashati asked with a skeptical expression, still not letting up on Bu.
"Really," Bu replied seriously.
"Is it really real?" the girl pressed on, determined to get an answer from Bu.
Bu felt a bit frustrated; having such a quirky Fellow beside him made him feel somewhat desolate.
"Hey, you still haven't answered me. Is it true or not?" her clear voice continued to insist.
Bu rubbed his forehead and rolled his eyes at the ceiling, truly experiencing the meaning of the saying "It is difficult to raise both men and women."
Next to him, the girl let out a mischievous giggle.
Time passed slowly in the cheerful atmosphere. Reynold and Kalandor had already been on stage battling for several minutes.
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