Wizard Bloodline

The six "Dawn Days" in the sky cast a beam of light each, and the six beams condensed into a huge, translucent colored ball of light above the arena.

The colored ball of light rotated and released a magnificent light, reflecting on the hundreds of quietly raised faces below.

"Om--"

An ancient syllable came from the sky. When the young wizards from various forces who participated in the competition heard the sound, they seemed to have received a signal and forced out a trace of soul power and threw it into the sky.

Ronan did the same.

He had been reminded in advance that this was a necessary process.

The result of the genius competition jointly held by the six major wizard forces was more related to the ownership of two Dawn-level magic tools and a world stone, so fairness must be guaranteed.

Every wizard participating in the competition needs to sign a simple soul contract, the content of which is probably that the participating wizard promises not to use any means to "cheat" or something like that.

The colorful light ball absorbed the soul power of sixty wizards, and the sixty soul powers were like swimming fish, chasing and swimming in the light ball.

Suddenly, two of the soul powers collided with each other.

In an instant, two beams of light dropped from the light ball, covering two figures in the crowd below at the same time.

Followed by the second and third groups

"Huh?!"

When the light ball randomly selected the fourth group of candidates for the duel, a deep red beam of light suddenly descended on Ronan's head, covering him completely.

The beam conveyed information about his opponent and the serial number of the duel arena.

Ronan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would be on the stage so soon.

The magic circle wizards beside him looked at him one after another. Most of them were unfamiliar faces, but at this time, almost all of them conveyed friendly and encouraging emotions.

"Ring No. 4, Black Nightmare Swamp, Bartland Crow."

Ronan took a breath and didn't hesitate. He activated the flying ring and flew into the air to the fourth duel arena.

On the other side of the ring, his opponent also flew up at the same time.

When the two stood still, a simple rune array rose up, and the scenes on the other three rings were all the same.

Ronan felt that some of the eyes in the surrounding spectator seats fell on him, most of which came from the direction of the magic circle and the Black Nightmare Swamp.

There were a few eyes on the Molten Crystal Lake, but not many.

One of the eyes was sharp and blazing, like a sharp blade with a red tip pressed against Ronan's brow.

Ronan looked over and saw a tall young man with red-orange hair looking at him coldly in a certain central position on one side of the Molten Crystal Lake.

The other party had a pair of eyes like flowing magma similar to Igor's.

But it was much stronger than Igor.

The young man sat in his seat, as if he was a lava lake that constantly released terrible high temperatures. No one dared to approach him in the circle around him. Just looking at Ronan from a distance made the blood crystal in Ronan's heart tremble and beat.

"Ignatius?"

Ronan silently recited the other person's name in his heart, and avoided the hostile gaze with an expressionless face.

Igor didn't come to this competition, probably because of this man.

Ronan shifted his gaze slightly, and soon met another pair of strange and outstanding eyes.

It was a pair of wine-red eyes, very deep, like a vortex formed by ancient blood.

The owner of the eyes had an indescribable evil smile on his face, and he was lazily supporting his chin with his hand, looking at Ronan with a smile.

Ronan locked the other person's figure at once, and his eyes unconsciously turned cold.

Angel.

Angel. Rio.

He had been looking for the other person for a long time before the competition, but he couldn't find him. Now Angele no longer concealed his whereabouts.

Ronan saw Angele's lips, as thin as a blade, slightly opened and closed, as if he was silently telling him something.

He frowned and tried to identify.

On the third time, he finally understood what the lip shape meant - "Focus. Point."

"Huh!"

The cold wind from the dark magic suddenly blew across Ronan's cheek, blowing the hem of his robe high.

Ronan suddenly came to his senses and saw a thick shadow coming towards him.

A certain wizard of the Black Nightmare Swamp, who was chosen as his opponent by the light ball but had been ignored since the beginning of the game, had a gloomy face and was waving his staff coldly to summon spells to hit him.

"It's time to concentrate."

Ronan's eyes returned to calm, and the black light in front of him was reflected in his azure eyes. He took a breath.

Then he raised his hand and slowly made a downward movement.

In an instant, countless mysterious auras, accompanied by an indescribable terrifying energy field, expanded and burst rapidly in the palm of Ronan's hand.

The strong wind blew the robe, and the long white hair was lifted back.

"A resonance of the domain."

"【Ice Blade Technique - Extreme Freeze. Peerless Weapon】!"

At this moment, the eyes of the six parties who were originally evenly distributed on the various fighting arenas in the spectator seats suddenly gathered together.

Many people's bodies trembled slightly, and they couldn't help but stand up.

When the battles in the other three arenas were still in the stage of trial and confrontation, who would have thought that the duel on the fourth arena would directly enter an unprecedented white-hot state.

The rune array light shield, which was more decorative than practical, was broken almost in an instant.

If you look down from a high altitude at this time, you can clearly see——

On the fourth stage, a cold current as bright as the aurora rushed around. A giant pure white ice blade that was seven or eight meters long broke through the heavy shadows, as if it rose quickly from an ancient frost seal. Countless terrifying cold and sharp auras intertwined, directly cutting the space of the huge stage into pieces.

A moment later.

Ronan turned around calmly and left the stage calmly under the gaze of a figure who was half-kneeling on the ground, covered with frost, and trembling under his robe.

Compared with when he appeared on the stage, the number of eyes on Ronan at this time was several times more.

The fights on the other three stages had not yet ended, and there was a slight commotion and discussion in the spectator seats.

"The Ring..." "Ronan..." "The genius who defeated Igor of the Sakirs Family"

Those people were talking about Ronan's name and his record in the second battlefield.

Ronan looked for the performance of some people on the field.

Jupiter of the Thunder Council looked calm, sitting high on the silver throne, still like a king, and did not pay any attention to him.

Ignatius looked at him indifferently, and there seemed to be a faint contempt and disdain flashing in his magma-colored eyes.

Orion did not look at him either. This guy only had Jupiter in his eyes.

Only

Angele.

Angele sat on a black and gorgeous high-back chair, smiling brightly, clapping his hands gently at him, and even

gave him a thumbs up.

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Ronan's forehead veins throbbed slightly, and many unhappy emotions inexplicably emerged in his heart.

Do I need your approval?

He complained wildly in his heart, but at a certain moment, he suddenly woke up.

"Do I care too much about Angele?"

Ever since he met Angele again in Whitestone Castle last time, Ronan felt that his emotions had been affected by the three words Angele.

Because when he was weak, Angele had left a deep "powerful impression" in his heart.

He also received Angele's "gift" to cross the threshold of the first-level wizard.

So he was extremely eager to prove the value of all his efforts along the way by defeating the opponent head-on.

This is Ronan's "nightmare"!

He has never deliberately avoided it.

But the current situation is that Ronan intends to continue to magnify his "nightmare".

"If this trend continues, my chances of winning against Angele will continue to decrease."

"Maybe this is what he wants to see."

Ronan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his thoughts slowly rolled in his mind.

"Every bit of what I endured and experienced is engraved in my memory, and is fed back into my flesh and blood as strength, controlled by me."

"I don't need to prove anything to anyone."

"Angel is just a landscape to me.

I have seen, I admire, I approach, I surpass..."

"There is no deep hatred between us."

"There is really no need to be so persistent."

At this moment, Ronan seemed to have figured something out, and some dirt on his soul was wiped off.

When he opened his eyes again, he was completely relaxed.

He faced Angele, and across the two fighting arenas, he nodded to him in a friendly manner in response.

This time, Angele seemed to be caught off guard.

He looked a little stunned, as if he had never expected Ronan to treat him like this. After half a breath, he turned his face away with deep eyes.

"Ha"

Ronan shook his head with a smile, and felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

"Is that the delicious fruit you've been talking about?"

In the spectator seat of the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard force, the charming woman with red hair like a waterfall withdrew her gaze from the silver magic ring and asked the lazy man beside her with a strange expression.

"It's really outstanding. At least no one in the same realm of Black Nightmare Swamp can compare to him."

"It's changed."

Angel half-lying on the chair, exuding an unspeakable strong evil intention from head to toe.

He looked at his nails lazily, as if the color of the nails could arouse his interest more than anyone else on the field.

"It's gradually becoming less interesting... I still prefer his original innocent, pure, ignorant and fearless appearance."

The red-haired woman shook her head, seeming to be speechless about his moody and changeable performance, but she had long been accustomed to it, just turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

Angel was still talking to himself in a low voice.

"It's okay... it's just an insignificant appetizer, it doesn't matter if it tastes different or not."

"A rich and delicious feast, more interesting things... are still to come, aren't they?"

Angel raised his hand, facing the six "Dawns" in the sky, silently admiring his nails with a smile on his face.

It was as if he was admiring a unique and beautiful work of art in the world.

No one saw it.

On his pale and bloodless nails, there was an extremely tiny pattern that was jumping one by one.

It was six overlapping rings.

The upper three were beautiful and complete.

The lower three... decayed and incomplete.

"Damien, you have become stronger again."

Clemens came over and sat down next to Ronan, speaking to him in a complicated tone in a low voice.

He had watched Ronan's battle just now. His opponent, the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard in the late second level, was not a famous figure, but he was qualified to represent Black Nightmare Swamp, which proved that he was the same in Black Nightmare Swamp. A combat genius who can definitely be ranked in the top ten.

Clemens estimated in his mind that if he faced the opponent, his chances of winning would not be more than 30%.

But even such a powerful person was defeated by Ronan without even having a single encounter with him.

The peerless ice blade that seemed to break out of the ancient frost restriction was another extraordinary power that reached a resonance level. Ronan's real trump card was the seven-color torrent power, and the even more powerful power of blood. None were revealed.

Ronan probably only needs one move to defeat him now.

How much time had passed since his first confrontation with Ronan?

There was an inexplicable emotion surging in Clemens's heart. Only people like him who were close enough could know how terrifying the talent hidden under the calm appearance of the young man in front of him was!

"Have you told the Ring Master about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?"

Ronan asked Clemens casually while looking intently at the court.

"As I said, the leaders of the third and fourth rings said they would inform other forces and they should launch an investigation after the competition."

Clemens thought for a while and said: "I summoned Bolby to check some information. There are records about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society in the Ring of Law. It has been more than five hundred years since they last appeared in the south. It caused some unrest, but it quickly subsided.

I think we may have been a little too cautious. "

Clemens looked up at the six "scorching suns" under the starry sky and sighed: "Under the light of dawn, something like this that can only be hidden in the shadows should have a hard time causing trouble."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more.

The competition in the ring continues, one after another.

Ronan took this opportunity to observe the strength of other powerful figures from all parties, mainly the "leading figures" such as Orion Jupiter.

Needless to say, Molten Crystal Lake is naturally the Ignatius with the blood of the ancient Balrog flowing in his body.

In the Black Nightmare Swamp, Angele Leo "stands out" and cannot find anyone more "coquettish" than him.

On this side of the Scarlet Tower is a talented blood wizard named Rufus.

His skin is fair, unusually rosy and fresh, his appearance is handsome, and his hair is deep red and raised back, like blood flowing all the time.

The pupils of a pair of eyes are extremely small, and the whites take up almost 90% of the eyes, which looks quite strange.

This person is extremely low-key. He has been sitting quietly in the spectator seats since the beginning of the competition, and has never shown any unique and prominent aura.

When it was his turn to take action, he simply used the most common blood spell to end the game.

but.

Ronan could clearly detect that Jupiter, the "Lord" of the Thunder Council, focused at least 50% of his attention on this young wizard named Rufus.

"The Scarlet Tower is the only powerful force among the six major forces that can rival the Thunder Council. It is one step stronger than the other four major forces. It can occupy the top position among such forces, and it is also known as the most cruel and fierce competition in the black robe. Blood Witch Force.

This Rufus is definitely not a simple character. "

Ronan squinted his eyes, and through the noise of the crowd, he seemed to be able to see countless scarlet spiderweb-like veins behind the young man named Rufus, faintly forming a ferocious, ancient and evil pattern.

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