Wizard Bloodline

Battle Square.

In a corner where silver robes gathered, the crowd dispersed to a small blank area. In the center of the area, a slender and tall figure sat quietly on a black metal high-back chair.

The metal high-back chair was covered with exquisite and gorgeous patterns, and naturally emitted wisps of black mist like smoke.

In the mist, the handsome boy with blue eyes and white hair sitting quietly on the high-back chair had a mysterious, noble and elegant temperament as if he was born with it.

The total amount of the nightmare tungsten steel inherited from Benigo was not too much, and it could not support the huge metal throne like others, so Ronan could only settle for the second best and build himself a high-back chair that was comfortable to sit on.

"Nono Perrin."

Ronan played with a communication stone in his hand, thought about it, and put the communication stone away again.

There was no need to ask Benigo for confirmation on this little thing.

He saw the shadow hidden under the golden-haired wizard named Nono Perrin, who was as bright as the sun. He was a man with bad intentions. Even if he was really a friend of Benigo, Ronan didn't want to have any intersection with him.

His eyes fell back on the fighting field in the distance. The first round of the fighting duel was still going on.

It had been a day and a half since the battle between Ronan and Travis.

Even if there were no rest day and night, it would take at least a few days to finish the duel between more than a thousand formal wizards.

Most of the second-level and even the late-level first-level wizards didn't pay much attention to the games on the field.

The duel between wizards with lower strength than them, and it was not a life-and-death duel, was meaningless and meaningless to them, especially the second-level wizards, and had no reference value.

Only the competition involving the second-ring or even the third-ring characters was worth their attention, and the focus was basically on the target person, not the battle itself.

But Ronan was different.

He watched very attentively and seriously.

Six bottles of "Merfitira's Kiss" developed the brain area, painfully clearing out the obstructions and redundant things in the brain, clearing out a large area of ​​surplus space.

Ronan's "wisdom" was greatly improved, and his thinking was sharp to a level that ordinary people could not understand.

He looked at the direction of the fighting arena, and a lot of tiny lights kept jumping in his blue eyes.

Although he was sitting in the crowd, his "perspective" of watching the battle seemed to be at a very high position, "taking in the whole fighting arena", and he could watch all the fights on the field at the same time.

He was in a very wonderful state, and countless inspirations were generated, collided, and annihilated in his mind at every moment.

Those useful or useless battle scenes shrank in Ronan's eyes, turning into tiny light spots like free energy particles, which merged into his body, consolidated his foundation, and became the nutrients for his growth.

Ronan was extremely "greedy" to absorb the watering of these nutrients, just like the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree bathed in his blood, growing slightly all the time.

This is a process of accumulation, and it is an indispensable process for him to move from one stage to another.

Ronan has never had a "mentor", and Benigo can barely be considered half of one. He has relied on himself all the way, and he is used to relying on himself.

His essence is still a "weed", and the best thing that weeds do is to do their best to get everything that is conducive to their growth, such as sunlight, soil, and water.

In fact, watching the battles between wizards who are not as strong as themselves is not too boring.

After watching one match after another, Ronan found many points that he felt were interesting and useful.

For example, he saw a magic ring wizard take a bottle of potion during the fight, which could temporarily turn his skin into rock. After attaching liquid metal, his defense was once increased to a level that even the spells of the late-stage wizards of the first level could not break.

There are also wizards whose spiritual power cultivation is only at the middle stage of the first level, but his use of magic tools is "superb" and he has his own unique understanding. He controls the use of several magic tools at the same time, and the wonderful coordination and linkage between the magic tools even makes his opponents in the late stage of the first level bow down.

There are also wizards who are good at controlling "puppets". All the metal and elemental spells they have learned are used to strengthen the strength of puppets. During the fight, they hide under the protection of puppets and grind their opponents into surrendering.

Every formal wizard who can step into the fog and become a first-level wizard has his own wisdom. Even if he is weak, he may not be unable to perform "eye-catching" combat operations.

At a certain moment, Ronan seemed to understand the deeper meaning of the magic circle holding such a battle trial. Perhaps there is hope that the magic circle wizards can absorb the "wisdom" of others to increase their own goals. Unfortunately, not many people can think of this level.

Most of the magic circle wizards are wizards who major in metal magic. There are many ways for metal wizards to fight. Ronan also saw wizards like himself who prefer melee style.

Almost all of these people have a certain foundation of knight skills, and their bodies are stronger than ordinary wizards, and they have even undergone certain body modifications.

However, the combat effectiveness of these metal wizards who took the "melee combat route" was generally weak. The only one who stood out was a young wizard named Orlando.

He has a first-level magic tool in the shape of a large bow, and uses his own metal medium as an arrow. His archery skills are also extremely superb. During the battle, the elemental spell enchantment plus the explosion effect of the metal spell [High Energy Crucible] can shoot an opponent who is one level higher than him and make him unable to raise his head, which has attracted the attention of many people.

Ronan noticed that the soul seal condensed by Orlando seemed to also increase the power, making the metal arrows he shot faster and more accurate.

"It is closer to Benigo's style."

Ronan watched the cold young man named Orlando come down from the fighting arena, thinking in his heart, "Once he comprehends the extraordinary domain, his strength will have a qualitative leap, and he will directly become famous..."

Ronan realized how critical the extraordinary domain power [Breaking Power] is to the improvement of wizards who take the "close combat route". Why did he show the effect of [Breaking Power] in the battle with Travis cause so much shock and attention?

[Breaking Power] The effect of disintegrating the energy field should be one of the most suitable abilities for "close combat" wizards.

Of course, only Ronan knows that the reason why [Breaking Power] can show such amazing effects in his hands, and can even easily tear apart the extraordinary field of the second-level wizard, is largely due to the terrifying physical strength brought by his own body.

Others don't know this.

The ranking of the sky in the fighting arena changes all the time, and the sound of explosions comes from the top from time to time.

The sound comes from a huge silver bat with a metallic luster. It is also the other party who has been presiding over this fighting trial.

This bat looks like some kind of alchemical puppet creation, but it seems that there is a human soul living in its body. Ronan heard others call it "Biondini". As for the owner of the silver bat.

Ronan's eyes moved up and fell on an old wizard with a white beard wearing a gorgeous robe and a wizard hat.

This third-level wizard has been closing his eyes since he appeared, in a state of dozing, as if no battle below can arouse his interest.

Almost all the high-level members of the Circle of Magic live in the silver-white tower in the center.

They assist the Ring Master in managing the Circle of Magic, and are also the "mentors" of the Circle of Magic wizards and representatives of various spell schools.

After joining the Circle of Magic, normal Circle of Magic wizards will soon receive invitations from various factions. After choosing to join, the senior high-level wizards in the faction will teach you the necessary inheritance and knowledge. If you can move up step by step, you will have the opportunity to contact the masterminds of these schools and worship them as mentors.

There is also competition and conflict between different schools, such as the conflict between Basil, who led people to participate in the test when Ronan took the entrance test, and Tulpa, who was responsible for the entrance test. Generally speaking, at this time, the strength of the faction is compared.

The faction you join is strong, and there are high-level strongmen who will stand up for you, so the problem can naturally be solved, otherwise you can only choose to avoid it.

Leaving one faction and joining another faction is also a common thing in the Circle of Magic.

The Circle of Magic as a whole is in such a benign competition environment.

Ronan was an exception. He had just joined and "offended" many different powerful factions, so he was excluded by all factions. Or he represented the "Bannigo" faction.

Watching the battle, thinking... Occasionally Ronan would simulate a battle with a wizard on the field in his mind, or try some unexpected spells.

Unknowingly, time passed, and the first round of the duel trial came to an end.

"Boom boom--"

The ground under his feet suddenly began to shake, and Ronan stood up subconsciously, and then saw that the third-level old wizard who had been in a "wandering" state had opened his eyes at some point.

The indifferent, vicissitudes of life gray eyes bloomed with a glow that seemed to pierce the fog, and the powerful mental power of the third level was like a majestic ocean in turbulence.

Without seeing how he moved, a large number of free energy particles gathered from the sky and earth. The ground in the center of the fighting square began to break the bondage of gravity and "boomed" into the air.

Ronan's eyes were shocked. The power of the third-level wizard was beyond his imagination.

Raising his hand to overturn countless cubic meters of earth and rocks, with this method alone, even if it was just used to hit people, few second-level wizards could withstand it.

He suddenly remembered the dark clouds that filled the sky when Hoddam College was destroyed. It looked like solidified blood clots. The wizard from the Scarlet Tower should also be a third-level wizard, even more powerful than the old man in front of him.

Compared with such an existence, the second-level wizard is indeed like an ant.

Just thinking about it, a new fighting arena in the air has been generated. It is a large rock field suspended in the air, also wrapped in the energy light shield of the rune array.

The previously scattered "arenas" are now gathered into one, which is larger, more formal, and more solid.

The stage for the second round!

"If you want to challenge an opponent, please write down his name and give it to me."

The silver bat in the sky, acting as the "referee", uttered a low voice, reading out the rules and format of the second round of the duel to everyone.

The second round was reserved for the challengers, and most wizards retreated to the spectator seats.

Wizards who want to challenge higher rankings write down the names of the challengers they want and submit them to the Silver Bat Biondini, who will make a preliminary screening - probably rejecting some meaningless challenges with too big a gap, and then inform the challenged of the selected "challengers".

The challenged has the right to refuse the challenge, but if the number of refusals exceeds a certain limit, their ranking will be reduced.

From the literal point of view, this is a relatively reasonable and fair rule.

The black metal high chair behind Ronan melted and retracted under his robe. He walked forward a few steps and looked up at the densely packed name rankings composed of runes in the sky near the fighting arena.

At this moment, someone has submitted a "challenge application letter" to the Silver Bat Biondini.

Use mental power to write the names of the challengers in the air, and the names turn into streams of light and shoot towards Biondini in the sky. The latter opens his mouth to eat the names of wizards one by one, and his gem-like silver eyes narrow slightly, like a picky gourmet tasting the delicacies presented to him.

Ronan withdrew his gaze from checking the sky ranking, stretched out his finger, and calmly wrote a name in the void in front of him.

Then he added another name.

Several mental powers secretly extended from the side, as if they wanted to peek at what he wrote. He raised his hand, and the two written names turned into streams of light and shot towards the giant bat in the sky.

The silver giant bat Biondini "tasted" Ronan's challenge letter, and the chewing action suddenly stopped, and then lowered his eyes and looked at Ronan deeply.

"It's been a long time since I've "tasted" this person's name."

Biondini's silver giant mouth made a low and emotional voice, "I still remember how he looked when he stood on the stage. Unknowingly... he has become a taboo that no one dares to mention.

Time."

Biondini's strange voice, as if every word was going to drill into people's eardrums, caused a "buzzing" commotion and discussion among the magic circle wizards below.

Many people subconsciously looked at Ronan, with doubts and curiosity in their eyes.

Biondini had heard the names of "challengers" for more than a hundred times, but this was the first time he had behaved like this, and he even took the initiative to talk to Ronan.

So,

Who did this young man who became famous in one battle and rose like a comet challenge?

Some people subconsciously looked in the direction of the ten meditation towers not far away, with an incredible but quickly rejected look on their faces.

Impossible

How dare he.

"So... it's against the rules?"

Ronan raised his head and looked at the silver giant bat calmly.

"Of course, I personally even admire your courage.

This stage still belongs to you"

The latter's slightly ferocious beast face showed a smile, it opened its mouth and spit out a stream of light at Ronan.

The low and hoarse voice suddenly rose, as if deliberately attracting everyone's attention.

"But before that, you still need to prove your strength to me, that person doesn't like to be disturbed.

Since you have such courage, I think

You will definitely not refuse this battle?"

Ronan grabbed the light that Biondini spit out at him.

There was a flashing name hidden in the light.

When Ronan saw the name of this "challenger" clearly, his eyes were slightly startled, as if he was a little surprised.

But soon, his face calmed down again.

"As"

Ronan gently crushed the name in the light, shifted his gaze from Biondini to another direction, and spoke softly.

"Whatever you wish."

The next second, the place where his eyes were looking, a light that was more blazing than the sun burst out.

The sudden burst of powerful momentum pushed away all those who stood in front of the light.

One wizard after another hurriedly avoided it.

Then, a handsome young man with blond hair, as handsome as the sun and as dazzling as the sun, walked out from behind the crowd.

He looked at Ronan from a distance, with an impeccable and perfect smile on his face.

He said softly: "Damien, let me see what Benigo taught you?"

In an instant, a hurricane swept across the entire fighting square.

Countless magic circle wizards showed stunned and incredible expressions on their faces.

Nono Perrin!

Nono Perrin, the first person under the four rings, actually took the initiative to challenge Ronan? !

Thanks to Sisi, the leader of the alliance, and also to the helmsman of the lucky cat, thank you~~