Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 339: Use thunder to smash the darkness! Despicable, obscene, shameless!
Third grade
Ronan felt a little relieved when he felt the spiritual energy emanating from the fat wizard with round glasses in front of him.

His luck was not bad, on the contrary it was quite good, as his opponent in the first round was only a third-level wizard.

"Koske Durin?"

Ronan thought about it, took the initiative and said the other person's name.

"Correct."

The fat wizard pushed up the crystal glasses on his nose that seemed to be about to fall off at any time, stared at him, and said in a faint voice: "I didn't expect my luck to be so good... I can be arranged to fight in the same battle with the spiritual genius who awakened the 'Crown of Deep Knowledge'.

Ronan Damien, you stole the show in the last round of selection."

Ronan sensed something was wrong in the tone of the fat boy named Kosk in front of him, and couldn't help but frowning slightly.

"Are you going to compete? I'm one level higher than you."

"Do you think you're something special?"

The fat boy's tone suddenly became higher and sharp.

"Do you think it's amazing that you can be promoted to level 4? Do you think I'm really praising you?"

Ronan was stunned for a moment, and then saw Kosker in front of him, like a madman, starting to talk to himself.

"I heard that your soul qualification is only three stars?
Why does Samsung have the qualifications to embrace the dawn?
How much resources did your damn stupid mentor waste on you?
Why didn’t I have a mentor who was willing to devote himself to my development? !”

"you"

Ronan was about to speak when he saw Kosk reaching out to take off his round glasses and crushing them to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the slightly round figure under the wide robe began to "crack" and expand rapidly like a balloon, with muscles rising high.
"I have a superhuman talent that is no less than yours! Just like your attainments in the ancient spiritual text, it's just unknown to the public."

Kosk's face was distorted, and he endured the pain brought by the drastic changes in his body. Short and thick black hair like steel needles quickly grew on his face and body.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a three-meter-tall, hideous and strange werewolf with a huge lizard tail!
A powerful aura far beyond that of an ordinary third-level wizard emanated from the other party, and the radiation field of flesh and blood mixed with energy was full of the smell of ancient evil.

"Are you surprised? This is the ancient dragon wolf transformation spell that I researched based on biological alchemy. You are lucky to be the first wizard to see it!
I was already studying it during my apprenticeship."

"I, Kosk Durin, will surely become a great figure in the wizarding world.

And you, Ronan Damien, are the witness of the beginning of all this!"

Even Kosk's voice became rough and hoarse when he spoke in dragon wolf form.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ronan, shouting at the top of his lungs with resentment.

"I will use this thunder to smash the impenetrable darkness above the deep sea!"

"Roar!"

Kosk, with a lizard-tailed wolf body, roared angrily and turned into a black hurricane, rushing towards Ronan.

Ronan was slightly startled, then shook his head and took the initiative to greet him with an indifferent expression.

"Oh!"

"Snapped--"

A deep blue ball of light shattered, and a tall and handsome young man walked out from the sudden light with a calm expression, carrying a naked, hairy, unconscious fat boy in one hand.

"Koske Durin"

The young man raised the fat boy in his hand and looked around, "Does anyone know him?"

Some people gave me cold looks.

A moment later, a figure quickly flew into the sky. It was a thin female wizard with fair skin and a few freckles on her face.

As soon as she came up, she grabbed a piece of flesh from Kosk's body and twisted it 360 degrees.

Koske closed his eyes and mumbled unconsciously, then turned over in Ronan's hands, and soon a light snoring sound was heard.

"Is he usually under a lot of pressure?"

Ronan thought about it and asked.

The freckled witch's snow-white cheeks suddenly turned red. She didn't say anything, but just bowed deeply to Ronan. Then she grabbed Kosk with a grim face, turned around and left, quickly disappearing in the Crystal Palace.

Ronan flew towards Heliodo's location. Some wizards who had just finished the duel returned to their crystal rooms like him.

"You're lucky... you ran into just a few level three guys."

Heliodo seemed to be in a good mood, and Ronan greeted him as soon as he landed.

"Remember this person, Kosk Dulin."

Ronan said to him: "He has great talent and attainments in flesh and blood alchemy... He is worthy of your attention."

"What does a third-level wizard know about flesh and blood alchemy?"

Heliodor shook his head, obviously not taking Ronan's words to heart, but still took out a piece of crystal and simply marked it.

Ronan didn't say anything else. He just felt that the fat boy Kosk, who was "full of resentment and complained about the unfairness of fate", was indeed "something". Although he was only level three, with the help of his "ancient dragon wolf" transformation, he could actually compete with the average level four wizard.

Such a talent will "shine" sooner or later. If Heliodo can accept him as a disciple or something, it may be beneficial to both parties.

But that was all he said. How this matter would develop in the end depended on whether Heliodo and Koske could see eye to eye.

Ronan found a seat next to Heliodo and sat down, looking in the direction of the projection of the Flame Tower.

From time to time, the light balls that served as temporary battle spaces would shatter, and then the wizards participating in the fight would walk out from inside, "talking and laughing."

The scene was neither lively nor dull.

Ronan had participated in many different competitions, from the Seven Rings Competition of the Silver Ring to the competition for the Prodigy seat of Heramus. This competition in the deep sea of ​​Linghu was definitely the least competitive competition he had ever seen.

Most wizards of the Deep Sea School regard this selection as a "game". They are happy if they win, but it is not shameful to lose.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, Ronan could hardly muster the slightest desire to fight, let alone sharpen himself through battle and break his limits.

"Perhaps the Flame Tower is indeed more suitable for me."

Ronan thought silently in his heart.

"Who's your next opponent?"

Heliodo had been squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, not knowing whether he was watching the fighting selection or thinking about something, when he suddenly spoke to Ronan.

Ronan glanced at his Spirit Lake Ring, and was stunned when he saw the name of his opponent clearly displayed on the ring.

But he soon regained his composure and reported his name to Heliodo.

"I have an impression of this person. He is quite strong, but you have the potions I gave you. You may not be unable to defeat him."

Heliodo looked at the name Ronan reported, pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"What kind of bet did the teacher make with Valentine?"

Ronan's eyes flickered and he asked.

Heliodo glanced at him and said calmly: "I bet you can at least make it to the top three rounds in this level."

"You are too confident in my ability..."

"You don't have to worry about it."

Heliodo waved his hand casually, "Just relax and prepare for the fight, I'll take care of the rest."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Heliodo's eyes, and he whispered, "Valentin, that fellow, thinks he's very smart, and he's always trying to outwit me. This time, I'm going to make him look humiliated. Next time you see me, don't even think about raising your head!"

Ronan was speechless about the fighting game between the two old guys. At this time, the first round of selection was over and a new batch of light balls were born.

He stood up from his seat and flew slowly towards the ball of light.

There were noisy shouts coming from afar. Ronan turned around and saw Misha strolling in like a young king, surrounded by a group of people.

Ronan just found it funny. He raised his head and looked at the radiant, exquisite and gorgeous crystal crown high above his head, then stepped into the space for the second round of fighting.

Light balls of different colors represent space battlefields under different elemental environments.

This time Ronan landed on a flat land covered with yellow sand. Not far away, a man stood quietly with his back to him, as if waiting for his arrival.

Sensing Ronan's arrival, the figure with his back to him slowly turned around, revealing a tough and indifferent face of a middle-aged man.

There are three flame patterns made of scars on his left cheek, which is very eye-catching.

"Siegel."

Ronan read out the other person's name, "Long time no see."

Yes, what a coincidence, his opponent in the second round was exactly the fourth-level dawn wizard Siegel who had brought him into the Corridor of Silence.

"Long time no see, Damien."

Siegel said: "I witnessed your performance in the first level of the Tower of Knowledge, and the entire process of summoning the 'Crown of Deep Knowledge'.

It’s an honor.”

Siegel lowered his head and saluted Ronan, saying, "I am honored to be one of the steps for you to reach the top of the deep sea."

"It's too early to tell now."

Ronan shook his head.

"This is inevitable. Of course, I may be the only one who knows about it now."

Siegel said calmly: "Now many people are optimistic about Mixia, but in fact, Mixia is not even one-tenth of yours."

Few people can deliver flattering words that give people goose bumps without batting an eyelid, as Siegel does.

Obviously, this fight could not take place.

Siegel is probably the only person in the deep sea who knows Ronan's true strength. He would be crazy to think of competing with Ronan here.

"There is something I don't know if you know."

Siegel suddenly hesitated and spoke.

"what?"

Ronan inquired.

Siegel thought for a moment and said, "Before this fight started, someone contacted me privately and offered me a condition... that I lose to you on purpose in the fight."

"Um?!"

"call--"

Valentine came like a thick black wind, rushing over quickly and breaking into the crystal room without any courtesy.

His angry eyes were fixed on Heliodo, who looked calm and composed in the room. He gritted his teeth and angrily shouted, "Heliodo, you are a despicable, shameless, and vulgar guy! You actually used such means to defeat me!"

(End of this chapter)