Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 338 Competition
In his opinion, Heliodo was completely a "piece of shit" who was being led by Valentine.

Who is Valentine?

The leader of the "Mycelium Society" and the initiator of the "Smart Spore" project, he is a person who can "cajole" a group of level 5 wizards with just a plan blueprint.

In terms of eloquence and skill, Heliodoro was completely crushed by him.

It’s just that the appearance of this “oddity” disrupted Valentine’s “rhythm”.

In fact, it cannot be said that Heliodo is "stupid". Many wizards of the Deep Sea School are like this. They have superhuman wisdom and profound knowledge in their own fields of expertise, but living alone in "their own little world" for many years inevitably makes them have certain shortcomings in some aspects.

Moreover, in the deep sea, wizards who can reach level five basically have everything they need. Sometimes, deliberately competing with each other can be regarded as a unique way of "playing" in their long and boring lives.

After walking down the tower, Ronan's "halo" was peeled off layer by layer.

He had gone through a similar experience once before.

Those people went from being amazed to understanding, then to curiosity, and finally to indifference or regret, and then all turned their attention to the "Crown of Deep Knowledge" which was more worthy of their attention.

His performance in the entry selection was no secret. He entered the tower twice and spent a total of more than three years to comprehend all the ancient spiritual texts in the Tower of Knowledge.

Although it is also an incredible result, it is undoubtedly much more acceptable than what many people mistakenly believed before - that he could memorize more than 2,300 ancient spiritual texts in just eight days.

What’s more, he also has something equally “eye-catching” as this performance – the issue of his soul’s qualifications!
The soul qualification of three stars being able to be promoted to the fourth level is like a "miracle" in itself.

God knows how much resources that guy Heliodo spent on him after he "picked him up" and brought him home to achieve this.

But even though he successfully advanced to Dawn, he definitely didn't have to think about level five anymore.

A wizard who is destined to have no great "future" is not worthy of much attention even if he behaves a little "evil" in some aspects.

“Ironic, isn’t it?”

Because entering the dream requires Alazan to pass on spiritual words, Ronan did not cut off the connection between him and Alazan. Alazan had been witnessing the entire process of Ronan's ups and downs.

"A school that prides itself on knowledge pays the least attention to its members' academic performance.
If I were the leader of this school, you would have already put on the crown and declared this frivolous selection over."

"Don't bring your old-fashioned thinking into today's wizards..."

Ronan shook his head. "This is not the era you live in. Even the resources and means to improve soul qualifications can be easily found. Their idea is not wrong, but they have misjudged the person.

and"

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction, whispering: "How do you know that the leader of the deep sea didn't cast a concerned look at me?"

Ronan was looking at the towering spire of the Crystal Palace, where stood the true high-ranking figures of the Deep Sea faction.

Ever since he walked out of the Tower of Knowledge, the "eyes" of the gray-robed man leading the crystal spire have never left him.

In addition to this great elder, there was another member of the Council of Elders who also "frequently" cast concerned glances at him.

Ronan felt strange at first, but soon figured it out.

The latter is probably the one standing behind Misha.

"After falling out with Mixia, what I really need to consider is the trouble this person may bring to me.
"Sixth level wizard"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and suddenly he looked thoughtfully at the great elder of the deep sea who was wearing a gray robe and whose appearance could not be seen clearly in the distance.

An idea slowly came to my mind.

Facts have proved that the message Ronan sent to Zorn immediately after he walked out of the Tower of Knowledge did have a good effect.

There was a lot of "jubilation" on Mixia's side. Mixia returned to her original confident and energetic state, even better than before.

Ronan saw Misha and Zorn talking about something, then Misha looked up, scanned the field, and found her location.

Mixia looks like a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, but behaves like an old man.

He smiled approvingly and nodded at Ronan from a distance.

Ronan "hastily" saluted in response.

It was visibly that Mixia's eyes became more satisfied and appreciative as she looked at him.

Ronan couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He didn't know how Mixia, a "delicate flower" who had never experienced the "dangers of the world", would react when he completely tore off his "disguise".
The emergence of the "Crown of Deep Knowledge" pushed this originally "ordinary" selection of Sons of the Deep Sea to an unprecedented climax.

No one cared about the results of the first stage of knowledge anymore. Everyone looked up at the dazzling crystal crown on the inverted tower, waiting to see who would own it in the end.

As the few gazes that were lingering on him were withdrawn one after another, a strange spell wave was heard, and the second stage of selection for the Son of the Deep Sea officially began.

The inverted tower disappeared into the void, leaving a space in the center of the circular crystal palace. Then, a tall red tower slowly emerged, as if it was poured with magma and with countless flames flowing.

The Battle Tower of the Flame School. Projection.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he watched the crimson tower tremble slightly, "shaking" out balls of light of different colors, emitting energy fluctuations of different elements, like colorful bubbles suspended in the air. At this time, Ronan suddenly felt the Spirit Lake Ring between his fingers getting slightly hot, and he lowered his head to check.

In the Crystal Palace room, Mrs. Merle was nowhere to be found. Hathaway was alone, sitting in a Gothic high-back chair with a pointed top, talking to an old thrush with slightly bald feathers in front of her.

"Hathaway, this is against the rules."

The old thrush spoke in human language, the voice of a young man, with a strong sense of helplessness.

Hathaway's pretty face was slightly solemn. She looked at the thrush and said seriously, "Lauren, I'll say this one last time. Right now, don't force me to reveal all the dirty things you did!"

The thrush had an anthropomorphic expression of confusion on its face, and after half a breath, it said helplessly: "Okay.

It's just you, Hathaway.

Apart from you, there will be no one else who would allow me to take the risk of doing such a thing."

"Stop talking about this meaningless nonsense."

Hathaway urged impatiently, "Hurry up."

The old thrush opened its mouth and spat out a thin white worm. Then it rolled its eyes and fell straight down, turning into a dry, hard, and cold bird corpse in the blink of an eye.

Hathaway didn't even look at it. She just picked up the white worm spit out by the thrush and rubbed it slowly between her fingers. Soon, the white worm was rubbed open layer by layer, and it turned out to be just a piece of white paper rolled up very thinly.

Hathaway picked up the white paper and whispered the name on it: "Coske Du."

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she raised her scallion-like fingers, shook them lightly, and grabbed something like a crystal pendant out of thin air, then brought it to her mouth and whispered a few words.

After a moment, Hathaway shook her head and flicked her fingers. The dead thrush bird and the white paper in front of her turned into ashes and were blown away silently.

"Koske Durin"

Ronan read out the message from the Spirit Lake Ring, turned to look at Heliodo who had been staring at him, and asked, "Teacher, do you know him?"

Heliodo frowned and shook his head, saying, "There are so many wizards in the deep sea. I can't possibly know them all."

"Then we can only know who it is after we go in."

Ronan didn't care. The name transmitted by the Spirit Lake Ring was the name of his first opponent.

I don’t know if this is specifically designed to take care of the deep-sea wizards who are usually “unfamiliar with combat”, so as to avoid the tension and anxiety that may arise from suddenly going on the field.

In the second round of competition selection, everyone was specifically informed of the opponent's name in advance, as well as a period of neither too long nor too short pre-war preparation time.

"Come to think of it, it's been so long and I still don't even know which branch of magic you majored in."

Heliodo sighed, and then began to take things out of the space ring he carried with him.

Bottles and jars, almost all of them are magic potions.

“..This bottle is the ‘Gargoyle Potion’. Within fifteen minutes of taking it, it can greatly enhance the body’s resistance to energy elements.

You know the 'Elemental Water', it's a bit higher level than the one you used before, and it can summon elemental life forms comparable to those of a fourth-level wizard.
"Vomiting Potion", after using it, be sure to stay away from the evaporation range of the potion immediately. It has an extremely strong stench and can even directly affect the soul. Ordinary means cannot defend against it at all. Generally, if a fourth-level wizard is hit, it is unlikely that he can continue to cast spells."

Ronan looked at Heliodo in a daze as he stuffed potions into his arms and quickly introduced the effects of each potion.

"Old..Teacher"

"Okay."

Heliodo finished introducing the last bottle of potion, then patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "If you are unlucky and encounter a level 5 wizard, just admit defeat.
Go ahead Damien, don't let us look down on you."

Ronan was at a loss for words for a moment.

At this time, wizards were constantly flying towards the central arena.

Every time a person approaches the projection of the flame tower in the center, a ball of light will quickly light up around the projection and "swallow" them.

All designated wizards from both sides of the battle were "swallowed" into the light ball, which flickered and then disappeared into the void.

Ronan put away the pile of potions given by Heliodo and slowly moved forward with the crowd.

Just as I was thinking about how to find the ball of light that belonged to me, I suddenly felt a blue ball of light flash rapidly next to me.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible force dragged him over.

When Ronan came to his senses again, he found himself on a sparkling blue sea. He was suspended in mid-air, and there was a small island full of coconut trees below him.

In front of him, a little fat man wearing round crystal glasses was standing not far away, staring at him.

(End of this chapter)