Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 162 [Extremely Frozen Soldiers]! The Fruit That Changed, the Leader
The six "Dawn Suns" in the sky cast a beam of light each, and the six beams condensed into a huge, translucent colorful light ball above the fighting arena.

The colorful light balls rotated and released magnificent and beautiful light, which was reflected on the hundreds of quietly looking up faces below.

"Om-"

Ancient syllables were heard from the sky. The young wizards from various forces who were participating in the competition heard the sound and seemed to have received a signal. They forced out a trace of soul power and cast it into the sky.

Ronan was doing the same.

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

The genius competition jointly organized by the six major wizarding forces is more related to the ownership of two Dawn-level magical tools and a World Stone. Naturally, fairness must be guaranteed.

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

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

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

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

The second and third groups followed closely.
"Um?!"

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

The light beam conveyed information about his opponent and the fighting arena number.

Ronan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that it would be his turn to play so soon.

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

"Ring number four, Black Nightmare Swamp, Bartram Crow?"

Ronan took a deep breath and without hesitation, activated his flying ring and flew up to the fourth fighting arena.

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

After the two men stood still, a simple rune array rose up, and the scene on the other three arenas was the same.

Ronan felt that some of the eyes in the spectator seats around him were on him, most of them coming from the direction of the Ring and the Black Nightmare Swamp.

There are a few on the Molten Crystal Lake side, but not many.

One of the gazes was sharp and blazing, like a red-tipped blade pressing against Ronan's brow.

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

The other person had a pair of eyes that were like flowing magma, similar to Igor's.

But it is much more powerful than Igor.

The young man's seat was like a lava lake that continuously released terrifyingly high temperatures. No one dared to approach him. Just by looking at Ronan from a distance, the blood crystal in Ronan's heart felt trembling and beating.

"Ignatius?"

Ronan silently recited the other person's name in his mind and expressionlessly avoided the hostile gaze that was undisguised.

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.

Those were a pair of wine-red eyes, very deep, like a whirlpool formed by ancient blood.

The owner of the eyes had an indescribable wicked smile on his face. He was lazily supporting his chin with his hand, looking at Ronan with a half-smile.

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

Angelet.

Angele Rio.

He had searched for his opponent for a long time before the competition but couldn't find him. Now Angelet no longer concealed his whereabouts.

Ronan saw Angelet's lips, as thin as a knife, opening and closing slightly, as if he was telling him something silently.

He frowned, trying to make sense.

On the third reading, I finally understood what the lip movements meant - "Focus. Point."

"call!"

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

Ronan suddenly came back to his senses and saw a thick shadow approaching him.

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

“It’s time to focus.”

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

Then raise your hand and slowly press down.

In an instant, countless mysterious auras, along with an indescribable terrifying energy field, rapidly expanded and burst out in Ronan's palm.

The strong wind blew up her robe, and her long white hair flew back.
“A resonance of law.”

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

At this moment, the gazes from the six spectator seats, which were originally evenly distributed on the various fighting stages, suddenly all converged on him.

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

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

The rune array shield, which had more decorative value than practical significance, was shattered almost instantly.

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 in all directions. A giant pure white ice blade that was seven or eight meters long broke through the heavy shadows, as if it had quickly risen from an ancient frost seal. Countless terrifying icy and sharp auras crisscrossed and directly cut the huge space of the stage into pieces.
After a while.

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

Compared to when he first appeared, the number of eyes cast on Ronan now increased several times.

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

"The Ring..." "Ronan..." "The genius who defeated Igor of the Zakirs family"

Those people were talking about Ronan's name and his performance in the Second Battlefield.

Ronan looked at the performance of certain people on the field.

Jupiter of the Thundering Parliament had a calm expression, sitting high on the silver throne, still like a king, and did not cast any concerned glances at him.

Ignatius looked at him coldly, and there seemed to be a hint of contempt and disdain flashing in his lava-colored eyes.

Orion didn't look at him either. This guy only had Jupiter in his eyes.

only
Angelet.

Angelet sat in a black high-back chair with a bright smile, clapping his hands gently towards him, and even
He also gave him a thumbs up.

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The veins on Ronan's forehead throbbed slightly, and a lot of unhappy emotions inexplicably emerged in his heart.

Do I need your approval?

He was complaining madly in his mind, but at a certain moment, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Do I care too much about Angelet?"

Ever since he met Angele again at Whitestone Castle, 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" and was able to cross the threshold of a first-level wizard.

Therefore, he was extremely eager to prove the value of all the efforts he had made along the way by defeating the opponent head-on.

This is Ronan’s “nightmare”!
He never avoided it on purpose.

But the current situation is that Ronan intends to continue to magnify his own "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 through his mind.

"Every bit of what I endured and what I experienced is engraved in my memory, reflected in my flesh and blood as power, and is under my control."

“I don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

"Angel is just a piece of scenery to me.

I have seen, I have longed for, I have approached, I have surpassed..."

"There is no deep hatred between us."

“There’s really no need to be so persistent.”

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

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

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

This time, Angelet seemed caught off guard.

An expression of surprise froze on his face, as if he had never expected Ronan to treat him like this. After half a breath, he turned his face away with a deep look in his eyes.

"what"

Ronan shook his head in amusement, feeling an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.

"Is that the delicious fruit you keep talking about?"

In the spectator seats of the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard forces, the enchanting woman with red hair like a waterfall withdrew her gaze from the Silver Ring and asked the lazy man beside her with a strange expression.

"He is indeed outstanding. At least no one in the same realm in the Black Nightmare Swamp can compare to him."

“It has changed.”

Angelet was half lying on the chair, with an indescribable strong evil emanating from his whole body.

He looked at his nails lazily, as if the color of his nails interested him more than anyone else on the field.

"He's slowly becoming less interesting... I still prefer his original innocent, pure, ignorant and fearless self."

The red-haired woman shook her head, seemingly speechless about his mood swings and changeable temperament, but she had already gotten used to it, so she just turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

Angelet was still mumbling to himself.

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

"It's a rich and delicious feast. There are more interesting things to come...aren't they?"

Angelet raised his hands, facing the six "Dawn Suns" in the sky, with a smile on his face, he silently admired his nails.

It’s like admiring a unique and beautiful work of art.

No one saw it.

On his pale, bloodless fingernail, there was an extremely tiny pattern that was jumping back and forth.

There are six overlapping rings.

The top three are nice and complete.

The next three... decayed and incomplete.

"Damien, you've become stronger again."

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

He had watched Ronan's battle just now. Although the opponent, the late level 2 Black Nightmare Swamp wizard, was not a famous figure, he was qualified to represent the Black Nightmare Swamp, proving that he was definitely a top ten combat genius in the Black Nightmare Swamp.

Clemens estimated that if he faced the opponent, his chances of winning would be no more than 30%.

But even such a powerful figure was defeated by Ronan without even a single encounter.

The peerless ice blade that seemed to have broken out from an ancient frost ban, another kind of extraordinary power of the domain that had reached a state of resonance, Ronan's real trump card, the seven-colored torrent domain, and the even more powerful bloodline power, were not revealed.

Ronan probably only needs one move to defeat him now.

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

Clemens felt an inexplicable emotion surge in his heart. Only people like him who were close enough knew how terrifying the talent hidden under the calm appearance of this young man was!
"Have you told the Ring Master about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?"

Ronan asked Clemens casually, his eyes focused on the field.

"I told you that the third and fourth ring masters said they would inform the other forces and that they would start an investigation after the competition."

Clemens thought for a moment and said, "I sent a message to have Bobby look up some information about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society in the Circle of Law. The last time they appeared in the south was more than 500 years ago. It caused some unrest, but it was quickly calmed down.
I think we may be a little too cautious.”

Clemens looked up at the six "suns" under the starry sky and sighed: "Under the light of dawn, this thing that can only hide in the shadows should have little chance to cause trouble."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more.

The competition on the ring continues, one after another.

Ronan took this opportunity to observe the powerful figures of other parties, mainly the talented "leaders" of the forces like Orion Jupiter.

Needless to say, the Molten Crystal Lake is naturally Ignatius, who has the blood of the ancient fire demon flowing in his body.

In the Black Nightmare Swamp, Angele Rio is the only one who stands out. There is no one else more charming than him.

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

He has fair skin, with an unusual rosiness and vitality, a handsome face, and dark red hair that blows back like blood flowing all the time.

The pupils of the eyes are extremely small, and the whites of the eyes occupy almost 90%, 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 revealed 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 sense that Jupiter, the "monarch" of the Thunder Council, was paying at least 50% of his attention to the young wizard named Rufus.

"The Scarlet Tower is the only one of the six major forces that can rival the Thunder Council. It is one level stronger than the other four major forces. It is the leader among these forces, and is also the Black Robe Blood Witch force that is known for the most brutal and fierce competition environment.
This Rufus is definitely not a simple person."

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

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