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The battle between Reynold and Kalandor was not as intense as everyone had imagined. Perhaps the short rest period left Reynold's energy still not fully recovered, making it difficult for him to unleash many of his powerful moves.
However, even so, with a set of Tear Wind Palm techniques, Reynold still fought fiercely against Kalandor, gaining the upper hand.
If it weren't for Kalandor's speed being slightly greater than Reynold's, the situation might have been even worse for him.
Although the anticipated upset did not occur, everyone could understand the outcome.
Reynold was after all an extraordinary individual, renowned for his prowess. Even after his defeat in the battle against Bu, he still had countless supporters.
Especially that unparalleled strike that had stunned everyone, deeply etched in their minds; even Bu's formidable Sixth Sword seemed to pale in comparison.
On the Competition Platform, the two exchanged several blows. Although Kalandor's speed was slightly faster than Reynold's, his own strength and stamina were far inferior. In their exchanges, Reynold often only needed to take a step back to dissipate Kalandor's force, while Kalandor had to retreat several steps to neutralize the power contained in Reynold's attacks.
The difference was evident. If this continued, victory or defeat would be a foregone conclusion.
Kalandor's expression grew serious; he understood the unfavorable situation he was in. While bystanders could see clearly, those involved often could not. Previously watching the match from outside, he could only grasp Reynold's strength vaguely. Now that he was in the midst of it, he truly felt how incredibly strong Reynold was. It was hard for him to imagine that someone like Reynold could ever be defeated.
"Truly a bunch of monsters," he thought of another stronger opponent, Brent, feeling somewhat powerless.
His initial enthusiasm when facing Reynold had cooled considerably. However, he still prepared to give it his all; even if he couldn't threaten Reynold, forcing him to reveal his trump card would still count as a success.
Now, Kalandor no longer harbored any thoughts of victory; the gap in strength was simply too great.
"Reynold, I will only make one strike. If you can withstand it, then I will concede," Kalandor suddenly accelerated his attack to push Reynold back while shouting out loud.
He had made up his mind; if Reynold could take on his strongest blow, then he would accept defeat wholeheartedly.
"Go ahead."
With his feet firmly planted, Reynold placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his gaze calm and profound as he quietly watched Kalandor.
After experiencing a defeat, Reynold's state of mind had become even more tranquil and unperturbed.
If the previous Reynold was like a towering mountain, exuding an aura of lofty dominance that seemed to overlook all others; then the current him was akin to a vast deep sea, undaunted by surging waves or fierce storms, embodying an unfathomable depth that could embrace all.
Kalandor's killing move was already fully charged. His fists shone with golden light, resembling two suns that illuminated his body as if it were forged from gold and iron, unbreakable.
Waves of energy rippled outward from him, forming brilliant rays of light. Each shimmering ray contained immense power, and when these rays converged, they could unleash a force capable of shaking mountains and splitting the earth.
Such an extraordinary spectacle naturally drew the attention of those on the Viewing Platform. Many had never witnessed such a martial skill before, leading to whispers and discussions among the crowd.
"The fists radiate golden light, gathering the shadows of clouds and mist. This is clearly the Arthur Royal Family's ancestral combat technique—Setting Sun Radiance Fist. Only direct descendants of the Royal Family could possibly learn it; how could Kalandor..." a Middle-Aged Warrior suddenly exclaimed in surprise, prompting those around him to inquire further.
Surrounded by curious onlookers, the Middle-Aged Warrior's vanity was greatly satisfied. He proudly stated, "This Setting Sun Radiance Fist—I once had the fortune to see a direct descendant of the Arthur Royal Family perform it personally. Its power is boundless; though it is merely a Low-Level martial skill, it is arguably the pinnacle of low-tier skills beneath Intermediate level.
This skill is said to be an ancestral technique of the Arthur Royal Family and is never taught outside; thus, it rarely appears in public.
For Kalandor to be able to execute such a fist technique, he must surely be a direct descendant of the Arthur Royal Family. Judging by how he performs the Setting Sun Radiance Fist, which can gather hundreds of rays of light, he has evidently mastered it at least at the third level or above.
Incredible." The Middle-Aged Warrior shook his head in admiration as he turned his attention back to the Competition Platform.
However, there was one thing that this Middle-Aged Warrior did not know: although the Setting Sun Radiance Fist was immensely powerful, it had a significant flaw. A practitioner who had not mastered it at five levels or above required two breaths' worth of charging time during the execution process.
Imagine a battle where a moment can determine victory or defeat; two breaths of time are enough for Kalandor to be defeated twice.
Therefore, during his previous match against Kozmo, he did not use this trump card. Now, facing the powerful Reynold, he had no choice but to employ it. His earlier taunt, inviting Reynold to take a hit, was also part of Kalandor's strategy.
He believed that Reynold's pride would compel him to accept the challenge. Only in this way could he confidently unleash the Setting Sun Radiance Fist.
Amidst the discussions outside the arena, Kalandor had boldly launched his attack on the Competition Platform. His figure swept across like an aurora, radiating golden light, surrounded by a hundred rays of brilliance, resembling a golden-armored war god.
Facing Kalandor's formidable strike, Reynold showed no signs of carelessness. Drawing his long knife, he reversed his stance, and in an instant, a Spiral Vortex materialized out of thin air, shining with white light and filled with swirling blade energy.
The Setting Sun Radiance Fist clashed with the Reverse Spiral Blade Dance. Would it be a pair of iron fists violently shattering all obstacles or the spiral blade light ruthlessly shredding everything?
Everyone watched with bated breath; victory or defeat might hinge on this one move.
Bang!! Blinding light erupted as Kalandor's fists charged forward like a raging bull, violently striking at the center of the Spiral Vortex. The collision of his golden fists and the swirling blade energy produced a deafening sound of metal clashing, as hundreds of rays converged to form a massive pillar of light that surged forward.
At that moment, the entire Competition Platform seemed to transform into a world of light. Fierce energy surged wildly as the giant light pillar clawed forward like a fierce dragon, following Kalandor's Golden Iron Fist with an astonishing impact at the center of the white light vortex.
Boom!! With a thunderous roar, the powerful energy pillar caused the Spiral Vortex to contract momentarily. The rotating speed gradually slowed down, and piercing sounds of metal grinding filled the air as fiery serpents surged out from the vortex.
Seated in his stone chair, Bu's gaze sharpened slightly. Kalandor's strike was indeed astonishingly powerful, seemingly even stronger than his Fifth Sword. He then chuckled softly; without reaching the terrifying power of the Sixth Sword, Reynold's Reverse Spiral Blade Dance could not possibly be shattered.
As Bu had anticipated, the strong Energy Pillar began to thin and dim gradually. After experiencing initial turbulence from the collision, the Spiral Vortex stabilized once more.
Kalandor's golden fists struck like thunder, each blow faster than the last, creating a booming sound akin to hammering iron. However fierce his assault was, the Spiral Vortex continued to rotate slowly; despite its unstable and tumultuous motion, there were no signs of it breaking apart.
With a faint sigh, Kalandor's fist strikes gradually slowed as he stepped back. His strongest trump card had already been revealed, yet facing the immovable Spiral Vortex, its effectiveness was diminishing, making it nearly impossible to break through.
"I concede," Kalandor said, his golden fists retracting as he stood still.
The three words were not loud, but they echoed throughout the Gladiatorial Arena, and everyone heard them clearly.
Looking at the poised Kalandor, the crowd shook their heads in lament.
He was indeed a talented individual; however, unfortunately, he encountered an even more gifted Reynold, and behind him awaited the monstrous Brent.
"Reynold wins, gaining one point for a total of six points. Kalandor loses, losing one point for a total of four points," Sean Sterling announced the results of the match before Reynold sheathed his blade and stepped down from the Competition Platform.
Thus far, five matches had passed in the Seed Selection Tournament, with the final match being Kalandor's battle against Bu.
Of course, everyone understood that this was not truly the final battle in a meaningful sense, as Kalandor's confrontation with Bu would be without suspense. To compete for third place, he still needed to participate in the ranking matches alongside Kozmo; however, that was a matter for later.
Bu felt somewhat confident about the final showdown; of course, if his Amplification Equipment had not been destroyed, his confidence would have been even greater.
As he frowned over his beggar-like attire, a calm voice came from beside him, respectful in tone: "Young Master Brent, Earl Warren Edra has instructed me to deliver these supplies. Please accept them."
Bu turned to see a somewhat familiar middle-aged man bowing to him while holding a rather large wooden box.
After a moment of thought, Bu recalled who this person was. Looking at the wooden box in his arms, he quickly guessed his intention and silently praised the old fox for being considerate.
Standing up and walking toward the Middle-Aged Guard, Bu took the wooden box from him and smiled as he spoke: "Please thank Earl Warren Edra for me and assure him that everything is fine."
The Middle-Aged Guard bowed again and respectfully said, "Since Young Master Brent has received the items, I will take my leave."
"Wait." Bu raised his hand to stop the man from leaving.
The Middle-Aged Guard was slightly taken aback and lowered his head to ask, "Is there anything else you would like to instruct me, Young Master Brent?"
Bu Wei smiled while stroking his chin and softly said, "As far as I know, outsiders are not allowed near the area where the participants are located. How did you come here?"
Facing Bu's inquiry, the Middle-Aged Guard did not hesitate and replied in a low voice, "Young Master Brent, although the Seed Selection Tournament has strict regulations, it is still permissible to visit the participants. As long as there is a prominent figure to vouch for you and after passing through rigorous checks, one can enter the competition area to visit the participants."
Listening to the Middle-Aged Guard's explanation, Bu nodded, resolving his doubts, and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, I understand. You may go."
The Middle-Aged Guard bowed and took his leave.
Sitting back on his stone chair, Bu touched the box in his arms with some anticipation.
"Brent, what's inside?" The familiar Kashati approached with curiosity.
Glancing at her, Bu rolled his eyes and replied irritably, "Clothes for men. What? Are you interested?"
As soon as Bu said this, Kashati's face turned slightly red. She then retorted defiantly, "Why would I be interested in clothes worn by you stinky men? But you..."
Kashati paused for a moment; a mischievous glint flashed in her amber eyes as she gazed at Bu alluringly. She playfully licked her lips and smiled seductively, saying, "But you, Brent, I'm quite interested in."
Her melodious voice rang out sweetly. Seeing Bu's astonished expression made her giggle; her chest rose and fell with a hint of excitement.
He curled his lips in a disdainful expression, too lazy to pay attention to the flirtatious person and shifted his gaze to the wooden chest in his arms.
The competition between him and Kalandor was about to begin, and this was his final battle for the top spot.
As he opened the chest, a set of deep red clothing came into view, alongside a sheathed black long sword.
He focused and scanned, several streams of information appeared in his mind.
“Fire Cloud Robe
Category: Clothing Armor
Required Equipment Level: Unique
Attributes: Strength + Agility + Constitution
Enchanted Attribute: Amplification - Increases own strength by 5%.
Material: Excellent
Weight: 1451 grams
Description: A robe made from the skin of the Fire Lark; you might come to like this featherless bird.”
“Fire Cloud Pants
Category: Clothing Armor
Required Equipment Level: Unique
Attributes: Strength + Agility + Constitution
Enchanted Attribute: Amplification - Increases own movement speed by 5%.
Material: Excellent
Weight: 746 grams
Description: Pants made from the skin of the Fire Lark; you might come to like this featherless bird.”
“Fire Cloud Boots
Category: Clothing Armor
Required Equipment Level: Unique
Attributes: Strength + Agility + Constitution +1
Enchanted Attribute: Amplification - Increases own movement speed by 5%.
Material: Excellent
Weight: 1451 grams
Description: Boots made from the skin of the Fire Lark; you might come to like this featherless bird.”
“Tungsten Iron Sword
Category: Weapon (Long Sword)
Required Equipment Level: Unique
Attributes: Amplification - Increases own attack power by 5%.
Material: Poor Quality
Weight: 57 jin
Description: A long sword forged from tungsten iron; aside from being heavy, it seems to have nothing special.”
Three pieces of Amplification Equipment, with attribute bonuses similar to the previous Purple Cloud Leopard Armor. However, while the Purple Cloud Leopard Armor focused on enhancing Agility, the Fire Lark Set emphasized enhancing Strength.
As for the weapon named Tungsten Iron Sword, he couldn't help but scoff. Warren Earl truly lived up to his reputation as a miser; every little bit counted. This Tungsten Iron Sword was only slightly better than the previous fine iron sword, with just a bit of amplification in attributes, likely worth only a few Silver Kall at most.
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