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During the conversation with Kashati, time quickly passed.
Kalandor and Kozmo had already engaged in a fierce battle on the Competition Platform, with the audience outside turning red-faced and roaring like thunder.
This fight was not only about securing third place but also concerned the personal interests of many.
For instance, outside the Gladiatorial Arena, a casino operated by the Thunderous Merchant Guild had set up a series of betting options. The outcome of the Seed Selection Tournament's third place was included in these bets. Kalandor had odds of 5:1, while Kozmo's odds were 1:1.
In this match, regardless of who won or lost, there would be both joy and sorrow among the spectators.
Although it seemed that Kalandor had a slightly better chance of winning, who could guarantee the final result?
Previously, regarding the betting odds for first place, Bu's odds were an exaggerated 96:1, while Reynold's were 14:1.
Many knew that betting on Bu could lead to a huge profit if he pulled off an upset, but those who actually did so were few.
People were well aware of Reynold's strength; they knew he was the rightful first place. Why take that risk? It was better to bet on Reynold, even if the winnings were smaller—after all, even a mosquito's leg is meat.
Risk and reward are proportional; those who are bold may thrive, while those who are timid may starve. Faced with Bu, the dark horse soaring ahead, many spectators were left in disbelief. Even those few who initially bet on Bu found it hard to believe.
They had placed their bets with a sense of luck and didn't wager much. Most people who placed bets did so without much hope, merely spending money for fun, yet unexpectedly found themselves winning a small fortune.
Boom! Fire snakes danced across the Competition Platform.
Kozmo waved his wand, unleashing a barrage of fireballs through the advanced spell Rapid Fireballs.
The scorching waves of flames surged forward. Kalandor's expression turned serious as he looked at Kozmo, enveloped in a green Light Barrier, and made a silent decision in his heart.
The match could not be delayed any longer; otherwise, he would have no chance of winning, at best just a draw. If he wanted to win, he had to fight with his back against the wall.
Seven or eight Rapid Fireballs came rushing toward him. Kalandor gritted his teeth, refusing to dodge. He sank his waist and immediately began to charge the Setting Sun Radiance Fist.
The sudden turn of events caused gasps from the audience. Many realized Kalandor's intentions; such a reckless move left some young women pale with fear.
Boom. A fireball struck Kalandor's chest, and amidst the explosion, a shockwave erupted.
However, at that moment, the Azure Leather Jacket Kalandor was wearing suddenly shimmered with light, and the powerful impact from the explosion failed to harm him in the slightest.
Kozmo narrowed his eyes, surprised that Kalandor still had a trump card at this stage. However, seeing the blue light from the jacket dim after being hit by the fireball, it seemed that it might fail completely after another strike.
Many spectators outside were also quite surprised. They initially thought Kalandor would be injured but did not expect him to have such means hidden away. This trump card had not been used before, indicating that he had given it considerable thought.
The Azure Leather Jacket Kalandor wore was likely an Excellence Level Amplification Equipment. The sudden appearance of the blue light might be a Protective Skill associated with this Amplification Equipment.
It is known that Exquisite level Amplification Equipment surpasses Fine Grade Amplification Equipment not because of its attribute bonuses but because once an Amplification Equipment reaches Exquisite level, it comes with an additional skill.
This additional skill categorizes each Exceptional Equipment into various levels based on its practicality and power.
For instance, the Azure Leather Jacket worn by Kalandor could only withstand attacks from three fireballs at most. Such a level of additional skill would be considered low among Excellence Level Amplification Equipment.
If Kalandor had revealed this trump card earlier during his battles with Reynold and Bu, he likely would have still faced defeat; instead, exposing it would have made him a target for others.
Even now, using it was a gamble; after all, he was well aware of the strength of the Protective Skill and knew that sustaining it for even two breaths would be difficult.
Time was of the essence. A fireball had malfunctioned, and Kozmo swiftly controlled the remaining seven fireballs to launch in a row. At that moment, Kalandor's fists glowed with golden light, and a breath had already passed.
As he watched the line of fireballs approaching, their intense heat traced arcs through the air. Kalandor clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with an indomitable spirit. He was a direct descendant of the Arthur Royal Family, proud and passionate. In this battle, he would defend his honor with an unyielding victory.
Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of violent impacts echoed as the seven blazing fireballs struck Kalandor's body fiercely. By the time the second fireball hit him, the protective azure light from his Azure Leather Jacket suddenly dissipated, leaving the remaining five fireballs to collide with Kalandor without any obstruction.
A tremendous explosion erupted, and amidst the rolling smoke, the acrid scent of burnt flesh filled the air.
Kalandor's golden hair was slightly curled, with parts burned away. The Azure Leather Jacket he wore bore numerous charred marks, and some of its leather had dried out.
The immense force propelled him several feet back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Yet at that moment, Kalandor still maintained his standing posture, a smile spreading across his face.
Looking at Kalandor standing defiantly in the arena, Bu felt a slight curve at the corner of his mouth. In him, he saw a reflection of himself—equally determined.
At this moment, the tide had turned.
Kalandor's hands shone brightly with golden light as rays of brilliance floated around him. After two breaths, he unleashed the Setting Sun Radiance Fist.
With a light exhale, Kozmo's plump face fell into silence as he gazed at the figure radiating golden light before him, rendered speechless.
Earlier, he had lost to Bu during a fierce battle. Now, he faced another equally relentless Fellow.
As the saying goes: those who are reckless fear those who are desperate; those who are desperate fear those who are insane. Yet Kozmo was not insane; rather, he remained calm and rational.
However, every time he encountered such reckless Fellows, Kozmo felt utterly helpless and frustrated.
“Unfading God damn his whole family!” Kozmo cursed inwardly, halting the casting of his next spell. Seeing Kalandor charging forward with a massive beam of light, he spoke up, “I concede.”
Kalandor's advance came to an abrupt stop, and the spectators outside were left in shock, especially those who had placed bets on Kozmo, who began to curse loudly.
It was no surprise that everyone reacted this way. Although the battle had tilted in Kalandor's favor after successfully executing the Setting Sun Radiance Fist, most people still hoped to see a more intense fight. At the very least, they expected Kozmo to put up some resistance, yet he straightforwardly conceded.
A few understood Kozmo's decision. While Kozmo was not inferior to Kalandor in terms of balanced strength, he lacked some trump cards.
Despite possessing many high-level spells with considerable power, relying solely on these spells to counter top-tier low-level combat skills was somewhat inadequate.
There is no gap between magical skills and martial skills; in certain aspects, the might generated by magical skills can even surpass that of martial skills.
However, just like the distinctions between the Excellence Amplification Set, there are many differences in power among various skills.
Skills like Setting Sun Radiance Fist, Azure Snow Blade, and even the Ethereal Thirteen Swords learned by him are all classified as Low-Level Combat Skills. Yet, the power of these skills is not something ordinary Low-Level skills can compare to; typically, these powerful skills that exceed ordinary Low-Level skills and rival Intermediate skills are referred to as combat techniques.
Although combat techniques fall under the category of skills, their unmatched power makes them quite rare.
Regardless of the type of combat technique, they are generally considered top-tier among skills of the same level.
Just as there are combat techniques among martial skills, there are corresponding counterparts among magical skills.
In magical skills, those that exceed the power of ordinary magic at the same level are called Arcane.
Magic containing attributes like lightning, light, and darkness is all referred to as Arcane.
Rumor has it that above Arcane, there exists divine magic, which represents the mysterious properties of space and time.
Of course, to this day, no magician who masters divine magic has appeared in the Fran Continent for a long time.
Kozmo did not master any Arcane. Faced with Kalandor's fierce combat skills, he knew he had no chance of winning. With his calm and cautious nature, he naturally conceded early.
No matter how outsiders judged, he had his own scale in his heart.
"Kalandor wins and successfully ranks third in the Seed Selection Tournament," Sean Sterling's voice came from the air, brief and concise.
As the surging energy around him dissipated, Kalandor's golden light gradually faded, and even the giant pillar of light hovering above him shattered into fragments.
Watching Kozmo silently leave the stage, Kalandor felt a bit wistful. This third place was hard-earned; the difficulties he faced and the strength of his opponents made him reflect deeply.
"Now, please Brent, the first place in the Seed Selection Tournament, and Reynold, the second place, come up to the Competition Platform. There are some matters that need to be discussed with the three of you," as Kalandor moved his feet, Sean Sterling's voice rang out from above, causing him to abandon his intention to leave the stage.
Bu Mei raised an eyebrow and glanced at Reynold, who also met his gaze with an expressionless look.
With a smile, he gestured for them to go ahead first. Then he moved swiftly and leaped onto the Competition Platform.
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