Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 113 A "challenge" that cannot be refused, as you wish (thanks to Sisi, the leader)
Fighting Square.

In a corner where people in silver robes gathered, there was a small empty area with the crowd spreading out. In the center of the area, a tall and slender figure sat quietly on a black metal high-back chair.

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

Surrounded by the mist, the handsome young man with blue eyes and white hair sitting quietly on the high-back chair has a mysterious, noble and elegant temperament that seems to be born with him.

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

"Nono Perrin."

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

There's no need to ask Benig for confirmation on this little thing.

He saw the shadow hidden beneath the sunny appearance of the blond wizard named Nonopelin, and knew that he was a man with bad intentions. Even if he was really Benigo's friend, Ronan didn't want to have any contact with him.

His eyes returned to the fighting arena in the distance, where the first round of the fight was still going on.

A day and a half has passed since the battle between Ronan and Travis.

The duel between more than a thousand official wizards would take at least several days to complete even if they fought day and night.

The vast majority of level 2, or even late level 1 wizards, don’t actually pay much attention to the game on the field.

The battle between wizards who are weaker than them, and it is not a life-and-death duel. For them, especially for the second-level wizards, it is a meaningless and meaningless competition with no reference value at all.

Only competitions involving second- or even third-ring characters are worthy of their attention, and their focus is basically on the target character rather than the battle itself.

But Ronan is different.

He watched very attentively and seriously.

The six bottles of "Murphytira's Kiss" developed the brain area, painfully clearing out the obstructions and unnecessary things in the brain and clearing out a large amount of spare space.

Ronan's "wisdom" has greatly improved, and his thinking is sharp to a level that ordinary people cannot understand.

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

Although he was sitting in the crowd, his "perspective" of watching the fight was as if he was at a very high position, with the entire fighting arena in sight. He could watch all the fights on the field at the same time.

He was in a very strange state, with countless inspirations generated, collided, and annihilated in his mind every moment.
Those useful or useless battle scenes shrank in Ronan's eyes and turned into tiny spots of light like free energy particles. They merged into his body, solidifying his foundation and becoming the nourishment for his growth.

Ronan absorbed these nutrients extremely "greedily", just like the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree bathed in his blood, growing subtly 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 Benigel can barely be considered half a mentor. He has relied on himself all the way, and he is used to relying only on himself.

His essence is still a "weed". What weeds are best at is to do their best to obtain everything that is conducive to their growth, such as sunlight, soil, and water.
In fact, watching the battles between wizards who are weaker than yourself is not too boring.

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

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

There is also a wizard whose spiritual power is only at the middle level of level one, but his use of magical tools is "superb" and he has his own unique understanding. He controls the use of several magical tools at the same time, and the wonderful coordination and linkage between the magical tools even makes his opponents at the late level one admit defeat.

There are also wizards who are good at controlling "puppets". All the metal and elemental spells they have learned are used to strengthen the puppets. During the fight, they hide under the protection of the puppets and wear down their opponents until they voluntarily admit defeat.
Every wizard who can step into the fog and be promoted to the first level has his own wisdom, and even if he is weak, he may be able to perform combat operations that will "dazzle people's eyes".

At some point, Ronan seemed to understand the deeper meaning of the duel trials held by the Circle of Magic. Perhaps there was hope that the Circle of Magic wizards could absorb the "wisdom" of others to increase their own goals. Unfortunately, not many people could think of this.

The vast majority of Circle of Magic wizards are wizards who major in metal-related spells. Metal-related wizards have many different ways of fighting, and Ronan has also seen wizards like himself who prefer melee style.

Almost all of these people have a certain foundation in knightly skills, their bodies are stronger than ordinary wizards, and some 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 had a first-level magical tool in the shape of a large bow, and used his own metal medium as arrows. His archery skills were also extremely superb. During the battle, he used the elemental spell enchantment and the explosive effect of the metal spell [High Energy Crucible] to shoot an opponent who was one small level higher than him, making him unable to raise his head at all, which attracted the attention of many people.

Ronan noticed that the soul symbol condensed by Orlando seemed to also have this amplification effect, making the metal arrows he shot faster and more accurate.

“It’s closer to Benigo’s style.”

Ronan watched the cold-blooded young man named Orlando come down from the fighting arena, thinking, "Once he comprehends the extraordinary realm, his strength will make a qualitative leap, and he will become famous..."

Ronan realized how crucial the extraordinary power of [Spell Breaking Power] was to the improvement of wizards who took the "melee route". Why did the effect of [Spell Breaking Power] displayed by him in the battle with Travis shock and attract so much attention?

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

Of course, only Ronan knew that the reason why [Power to Break Laws] could show such amazing effects in his hands, and even easily tear apart the extraordinary law field of a second-level wizard, was largely due to the terrifying physical strength brought by his own physique.

Others are not aware of this.

The rankings in the sky of the fighting arena were constantly changing, and the sound of explosions could be heard from overhead from time to time.

The sound came from a huge, metallic, silver bat, which was the one that had been presiding over the duel.

This bat looked like some kind of alchemical puppet, but it seemed to be inhabited by a human soul. Ronan heard others call it "Biondini". As for the owner of the silver bat.
Ronan's eyes moved upwards and fell on an old wizard with a white beard wearing a gorgeous robe and a wizard hat.

This third-level wizard has kept his eyes closed and is in a dozing state since he appeared, as if none of the battles below can arouse his interest.

Almost all of the high-ranking officials of the Circle of Law live in the silver-white tower in the center.

They assist the Ring Master in managing the magic circle, and are also the "mentors" of magic circle wizards and representatives of various magic schools.

After joining the Magic Circle, a normal wizard will soon receive invitations from various factions. After choosing to join, the high-level wizard seniors 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 come into contact with the masterminds of these schools and worship them as your mentor.

There is also competition and conflict between different schools, such as the conflict between Basil, who led people to take the test when Ronan took the entrance test, and Tulpa, who was in charge of the entrance test. Generally speaking, what is being compared at this time is the strength of the factions.

The faction you join is powerful, and there are high-level warriors who will stand up for you, so the problem can be solved naturally. Otherwise, you will have no choice but to avoid it.

Leaving one faction and joining another is a common occurrence in the magic circle.

The Dharma Circle as a whole is in such an environment of healthy competition.

Ronan is an exception. As soon as he joined, he "offended" many different powerful factions, so he was excluded from all factions, or in other words, he represented the "Bennego" faction.

Watching the battle, thinking... Occasionally Ronan would simulate a battle with a wizard on the field in his mind, or try out some magical methods that he had not expected.

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

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

A light that seemed to be able to pierce through the fog bloomed in those indifferent and vicissitudes gray eyes, and the powerful mental power belonging to the third level was turbulent like a vast ocean.

Without seeing how he moved, a huge amount of free energy particles gathered from the sky and earth, and the ground in the center of the fighting square began to break free from the restraints of gravity and "rumbled" into the air.
Ronan's eyes were shocked. The power of a third-level wizard was beyond his imagination.

With a wave of his hand, he overturned countless cubic meters of earth and rocks. With this method alone, even if it was just used to hit people, few second-level wizards would be able to withstand it.

He suddenly remembered the dark clouds that covered the sky like solidified blood clots when Hoddam College was destroyed. The wizard from the Scarlet Tower should also be a level three wizard, even more powerful than the old man in front of him.
Compared with such existence, the second-level wizard is indeed like an ant.

Just as he was thinking about it, a new fighting arena had been created in mid-air. It was a large rocky area suspended in mid-air, also wrapped in the energy shield of a rune array.

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

The second round of the stage!

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

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

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

Wizards who aspire to achieve a higher ranking write down the name of the challenger they want and submit it to the Silver Bat Biondini, who will do a preliminary screening - probably rejecting some meaningless challenges where the gap is too big, and then inform the challengee of the screened "challenger".

The challenged person has the right to refuse the challenge, but if the number of refusals exceeds a certain limit, his or her ranking will be lowered.

Literally speaking, 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 names and rankings made up of runes in the sky near the fighting arena.

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

He used his mental power to write the names of the challengers in the air, and the names turned into streams of light and shot towards Biondini in the sky. The latter opened his mouth and swallowed the names of the wizards one by one, his gem-like silver eyes slightly narrowed, like a picky gourmet tasting the delicacies being served to him.

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

Then add another name.

Several spiritual powers secretly extended from the side as if trying to spy on 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 was "tasting" Ronan's challenge letter, and suddenly stopped chewing. Then he 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 mouth uttered a deep and emotional voice, "I still remember how he looked when he was standing on the stage. Unknowingly... he has become a taboo that no one dares to mention.
Time."

Biondini's strange voice, which seemed to penetrate into people's eardrums with every word, caused a buzzing commotion and discussion among the magic circle wizards below.

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

Biondini had heard the name of "challenged" no less than a hundred times, but this was the first time he 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?

Someone subconsciously looked in the direction of the ten meditation towers not far away, with an expression of disbelief but quick rejection on his face.

impossible
How dare he.

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

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

"Of course, I personally even admire your courage immensely.

This stage still belongs to you."

A smile appeared on the latter's slightly ferocious beast face. It opened its mouth and spit out a stream of light towards Ronan.

The low and hoarse voice suddenly rose in pitch, as if deliberately trying to attract 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 not refuse this battle, will you? "

Ronan caught the light that Biondini spat at him.

There is a flickering name hidden in the light.

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

But soon, his face calmed down again.

"like"

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, rays of light brighter than the sun burst out from the place where his eyes were looking.

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

One wizard after another dodged in panic.

Then, a handsome young man with blond hair, as handsome as the sun god 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 has taught you."

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

Countless magic circle wizards had stunned and puzzled expressions on their faces.

Nonono Perrin!

Nono Perrin, the number one person under the Four Rings, actually took the initiative to challenge Ronan? !

Thanks to Sisi, the leader of the alliance, and thanks to the helmsman of the lucky cat, thank you~~
(End of this chapter)