Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 112 is not enough, Nonopelin (asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket)

Ronan threw Travis away casually, like a piece of scrap garbage.

Surrounded by ice and snow, he calmly broke through the light of the rune array surrounding the fighting arena and flew off the field.

"Ronan. Damien. Wins."

The silver bat uttered slowly.

A huge storm of uproar brewed in an instant.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief, and of course, worship, awe, and gloomy fear.

All kinds of eyes were focused on Ronan at the same time. The halos that once belonged to Travis were now all transferred to him, and they were even brighter.

No one expected Travis to lose.

This is the stage he carefully built for himself.

First round, first game.

The other Circle wizards who were also in the first round didn't even have their opponents on the field, which was exactly the effect Travis wanted - to gain the attention of everyone in the audience.

He used the battle to obtain the Nightmare Tungsten Steel to announce to everyone that he was officially launching an expedition towards the top ten.

Can bear fruit.
Travis had just taken the first step on the road to becoming the top ten when he fell.

Moreover, he was defeated by someone of a higher level.

Level 1, comprehending the power of three extraordinary domains, double domain superposition domain
At this moment, the magic circle wizards present seemed to see a bright new star rising.

The brighter the light gathered from Ronan, the uglier the faces of some people became.

Among the crowd watching the game, Travis' followers, led by Lynch, felt as if they had eaten a hundred big-headed flies in one breath. They were extremely shocked, indescribably uncomfortable, and had a sense of inexplicable tension and panic.

Some people have already started to quietly leave the team, and fled the fighting square in a panic without looking back.

Looking closely, it was the girl with short green hair who was instructed by Travis to deliberately deceive and make things difficult for Ronan during the mission.

Basil stood blankly in the crowd, and the sound of low discussions around him continued to reach his ears, those words contained amazement and disbelief. At a certain moment, Basil suddenly felt as if he fell into an ice cellar, and even the abrasions on his left cheek seemed to hurt.

The bald strong man Tulpa had a dazed expression on his face and didn't relax until the figure of a certain person disappeared from his sight.

"That kid actually...defeated Travis head-on?!"

Tulpa kept muttering to himself, and suddenly came to his senses. He stood up from his chair, but was stopped again.

"You don't want to use the relationship you had during the entrance test to make friends with that guy named Ronan, do you?"

His fellow wizard frowned and asked him.

"I"

Tulpa opened his mouth but didn't answer, but his flickering eyes betrayed some of his thoughts.

He does have this plan.

"Wait a minute."

The companion whispered: "I remember you said he was in league with Benigo. Don't forget who Benigo's former opponent was?
He is only level one, and will soon start exploring the secret space of the Garden of Mirrors. It is not certain whether he can withstand this wave of suppression."

Tulpa's face changed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally sat down again.

But he was unwilling in his heart, as a voice kept telling him: Yes, he is only level one. That kid named Ronan is only level one, but he can already defeat Travis.

Can Benigo's old rivals really suppress him?

Ronan returned to his original position.

After landing, the crowd in front of him automatically parted to make way for traffic, with eyes filled with shock and awe on both sides.

Ronan stood at the edge and saw the ranking at the top of the fighting arena. His name had replaced Travis and was ranked 17th. The identity label after his name also changed to the words "three rings".

Both the ranking and the level are only temporary. After the competition and selection are over, there will be a fairer judgment.

Ronan withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at the ranking.

He looked calm, without any fluctuation on his face, as if the previous battle had nothing to do with him.

Benig once said, lose brilliantly enough.

But how can failure be called "brilliant"?
No matter how brilliant the failure is, it can never be worth one ten-thousandth of the brilliance of victory.

At this time, the first round of fighting has officially begun. The sounds of spells roaring in the fighting square are one after another, but Ronan can still feel many eyes on him.

He heard his name being whispered, and word of his relationship with Benigold spread easily.

He saw a second-level wizard with the identity of the second ring, also a magic ring, walking towards him with a smile on his face, as if he wanted to take the initiative to get to know him and make friends.

But before he reached him, he heard some rumors about him. He immediately stopped, turned his head to look in the direction of the ten meditation towers in the distance, and then hurried away with flickering eyes.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, looked at the sixth name in the sky, then moved his eyes up little by little and finally lowered them.

"not enough"

"My light is not bright enough..."

"This is just the beginning."

Once the competition selection for the French Ring begins, you cannot leave the venue before the first round unless you give up completely.

Except for the top ten top talents who move into the Meditation Tower, everyone else is required to participate in the first round of competition.

The second round is voluntary.

The wizard who wins the first round can make a free challenge in the second round, and of course the challenged person can choose to accept or not.

Simply put, the first round of the competition is just a task, and the second round is the real selection.

There are more than a thousand magic circle wizards in total. Except for those who feel they are no match for their opponent and voluntarily give up and admit defeat, it will take a long time for them to complete a round of duels in the form of two-on-two duels.

Ronan imitated some wizards on the field and condensed the nightmare tungsten steel into the shape of a chair. He sat there and watched the fight on the field to pass the boring waiting time.

After the battle with Travis, he also roughly understood his current strength.

With the Realm of Despair with two magic domains superimposed on each other, plus the magic-breaking effect of [Power to Break the Law], even if he does not fully activate the power of [Immaculate Body], he still has an advantage against a second-level wizard at the third ring level.

Of course, the fact that he was able to win the battle against Travis so easily had a lot to do with his apparent strength in the late stage of level one, which was easy for people to despise, and the debut of various trump cards.

After the battle with Travis, there is probably no one in the entire Seventh Circle who is more watched than himself. These two invisible advantages no longer exist. Even if he encounters an opponent with similar strength to Travis in the future, it will be more difficult to fight him than to fight Travis.

Everyone will be on guard against his methods and may even take corresponding countermeasures.

As he was thinking, Ronan suddenly felt someone approaching.

He raised his head quietly, and what came into his sight was a young man with brilliant golden hair, as handsome as the sun god.

The mental power naturally emanating from the other party's body was as strong and blazing as the sun. He was a second-level wizard, and a stronger second-level wizard than Travis.

"Can we find a place to talk, Ronan?"

The handsome blond young man smiled at Ronan, and his voice was magnetic and charming, giving people a feeling of being warm and irresistible.

He showed an extremely friendly attitude towards Ronan, and his gaze towards Ronan was quite gentle, without any hostility, and even seemed to carry some strong sense of closeness.

Ronan thought about it and nodded.

"it is good."

A moment later, under a blue metal building with a round spire, quite far away from the fighting square, a blond young man as handsome as the sun god stretched out his hand to Ronan and made a simple self-introduction.

"My name is Nonopelin."

Nonopalin?!
Ronan blinked.

If he remembered correctly, this name was ranked eleventh on the sky ranking list of the Fighting Plaza.

Is he the number one person below the fourth ring? !

No wonder he looks much stronger than Travis. After all, his strength ranking is six places higher than Travis.

"What's the matter?" Ronan looked at the hand that the blond young man extended to him and did not respond.

Nono Perrin didn't seem to mind, he smiled and put his hand down, then slowly said: "No wonder Brother Benny thinks so highly of you that he even gave you his Nightmare Tungsten Steel.

In some ways, you are really like him..."

Ronan narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Benny...Brother?"

Nono Perrin nodded and said in a rather emotional tone: “Yes, Benigo and I used to be best friends.

He is also someone I respect very much and is like a brother to me.

When he was still in the French Ring, he took good care of me, and later...

Nono Perrin's face showed a deep complexity and helplessness, and he shook his head and said: "..his character is like that, he doesn't allow anyone to help him, as if that is an insult to him, especially when he is in a low point.

He was so proud that I lost all contact with him and couldn't find him anywhere in the entire Circle.
But he really thinks highly of you.”

Nono Perrin looked at Ronan with a strange look and said, “Not only did he return to everyone’s attention because of you, he also gave you the Nightmare Tungsten Steel that he regarded as his life.

Did you reignite his fighting spirit? Ronan.

Regardless, I thank you for him."

As Nono Perrin said this, he actually performed a very formal etiquette of expressing gratitude to Ronan, a ritual that was customary among wizards.

It is incredible that a second-level wizard, and a third-ring-level genius at that, would express gratitude to a first-level wizard who is one level lower than him.

"..Speaking of which, Brother Benny once asked me to take care of you, but the communication stone he left for me to contact you was accidentally lost by me..."

Nonopelin showed an expression of shame and apology on his face, but soon he looked cheered up again.

“Well, you let me see it now.

I know who is still thinking about how to target you.

Don't worry, I will stand with you from now on. Anyone who wants to harm you

Nono Perrin said softly in a calm but firm tone, "You have to get past me first."

Nono Perrin's words were sincere and earnest, and Ronan seemed to be touched. He lowered his head silently and said nothing.

Nono Perrin's golden amber eyes flashed slightly, and he once again extended his right hand to Ronan.

"It's nice to meet you, Damien."

He spoke softly, and the surrounding area seemed to become bright and sunny because of his words.

Finally, under Nono Perrin's expectant gaze, Ronan looked up.

then
took a step back.

"Sorry, you may have the wrong person."

Ronan said calmly, “The Benigo I know has never asked anyone to take care of me.

And
He told me that he didn’t have any friends in the French Ring.”

After saying that, Ronan turned and left without even looking at Nono Perrin.

Nono Perrin still kept his hand outstretched, with a sincere and expectant smile frozen on his face.

He looked at Ronan's quickly receding back, his smile gradually faded, and his eyes became gloomier.

He stood under the shadow of a circular metal building with a pointed roof. There was no light around him at all. It was no longer bright, and he seemed to have completely merged with the shadow.

I don’t know how long it took.

Nonopelin walked out of the shadows expressionlessly, returning to his bright and brilliant appearance.

He walked in one direction. The duel was still going on in the distant fighting square. He walked around the bustling area from a distance and finally strode into a quiet and deserted area.

This is the bottom of the silver-white tower of the Seventh Ring. You can clearly see the square tower body flashing with countless rune magic arrays.

The quiet blue light fills every inch of this area, and the mysterious aura of runes is everywhere.

After stepping in, even my mental strength became much more lively.

Nono Perrin closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air in the area somewhat greedily.

He did not approach the silver-white tower, but walked towards the ten gray-white towers that were arranged in a circle beside the silver-white tower.

A huge blue light ball array is suspended on the top of each tall tower. The blue light that fills the surroundings is emitted by the light balls on the top of these tall towers.

Nonopelin's gaze lingered on every gray and white tower, and his eyes were filled with deep jealousy and desire.

He walked slowly past several tall towers and finally stopped in front of the sixth tower.

near.

Soon a hoarse and low voice sounded.

"How is it? Did your plan work?"

The voice came from the top of the gray-white tower. Nono Perrin squinted his eyes and could barely see a tall figure in short clothes standing on the top of the tower, looking down at him.

He shook his head and replied, "That guy is more talented than Benigo, and he is much smarter than Benigo. I can't fool him."

"There are people that you, Nono Perrin, can't fool."

A sneer, not sure whether it was a sigh of emotion or sarcasm, came from the top of the tower.

Nono Perrin didn't care at all and said calmly: "What are you going to do now? Deal with him yourself?"

"I think you're crazy."

The hoarse voice at the top of the tower turned cold, "You want me to stand on the top of the tower and challenge the people below?"

"So you just sit there and wait for him to challenge you?"

Nono Perrin frowned and said, “He is only level one, there is no way he would make such a stupid decision.

When he has the courage to challenge you, he will be difficult to deal with. Don't forget Benigo!"

"So now you are the best candidate."

The figure on the tower spoke softly.

"impossible."

Nono Perrin shook his head. "There is absolutely no need for me to be enemies with him, and I am not sure I can defeat him in a duel... His strength is really not weak, with two supernatural domains superimposed, and he has mastered a very strange power that can even easily tear apart the power field. I..."

"You don't even have this much confidence, so you deserve to stay outside the tower forever!"

The figure on the tower said coldly and unceremoniously: "Once the fact that you betrayed Beniger is revealed, do you think you can escape his revenge?"

Nono Perrin's expression suddenly turned ugly, and his eyes flickered.

At this moment, suddenly a red ball of light flew down from the top of the tower and headed straight towards Nono Perrin.

Nono Perrin subconsciously reached out to take it, carefully examined the object in his hand, and a look of excitement and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

He suddenly looked up at the top of the tower, "This..."

"I got this from a genius wizard from Molten Crystal Lake. Its properties are very compatible with you, right?

In the second round, find that guy and knock him out by accident. I promise to lend it to you until the end of this selection.
If you are willing to bear the consequences of accidentally killing someone, I can give it to you."

Nono Perrin tightly grasped the red object in his hand, his expression changing rapidly, his eyes constantly moving back and forth between the gray and white towers in front of him.

Finally, he turned around and left in a hurry with Chihong in his arms without saying a word.

On top of the high tower, a tall young man with long hair and a centipede-like scar on his cheek extending from the left brow to the right corner of his mouth stood quietly. The invisible force field around him slowly turned and ground like a huge millstone, and there were constantly fine dark brown lights jumping like lightning, emitting a terrifying aura.

The young man narrowed his eyes and looked at Nono Perrin's receding figure, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Bannigo, don't even think about coming back to life in front of me in any form."

(End of this chapter)