Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 340 Have you ever seen snow falling?
When Ronan left the battle space of the second fight and returned to the crystal room where he was watching the fight, he found that there was one more person in the room.

Valentine and Heliodoro of the Mycelium Society were like two quarreling roosters, staring at each other with wide eyes. The force field of the fifth-level wizard was unfolding wantonly, and the room was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Seeing Ronan return, the tense atmosphere in the room slowly subsided.

Valentine glanced at him indifferently, then sat down unceremoniously in the seat that originally belonged to him, and it seemed that he was not going to leave.

Ronan could guess why Valentine suddenly appeared without asking.

He never imagined that in order to win the bet with Valentine, Heliodoro would come up with the "bad idea" of bribing his opponent to help him win.

According to Siegel, Heliodo's people promised him quite a lot of benefits, which shows how determined Heliodo was to win the bet.

Time slowly passed and the third round of fighting began.

As usual, Heliodoro asked him the name of his opponent. Ronan hesitated for a moment, but still told the name to Heliodoro.

This fight ended even faster.

Ronan came out almost immediately after he entered the battle space.

because
His opponent didn't even show up!

It is said that he gave up voluntarily and rushed back to take a look at it because he was carrying out an important experiment which was at a critical juncture.

Ronan could not comment on this.

From a distance he could feel the two level five consciousness fluctuations in the room interacting violently, as if a fierce "fight" was going on. From time to time, Valentine cast a knife-like cold and scrutinizing look at him.

Ronan shook his head and decided not to go in. He just found a random spot to stand on the sidelines.

I have never seen a fighting selection as "child's play" as the Deep Sea. After three rounds, the number of wizards on the field decreased sharply.

Most of the wizards who participated in the selection seemed to have gained their own sense of "participation", and had satisfied the "addiction" of spell battles that they had not experienced for a long time. They returned to their seats in the "audience seats" peacefully and began to officially enjoy the lively atmosphere brought by this selection.

Even some wizards who had advanced voluntarily gave up.

In the fourth round of fighting, the flame tower projected only five light balls.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and counted. There were only about ten wizards left on the field.

The Spirit Lake Ring felt slightly hot. Ronan picked it up to check, but surprisingly did not see any opponent's name.

Instead, there was a force pulling him and pulling him towards the field.

As the fourth round of the fight began, the rules seemed to have changed.

The remaining dozen or so wizards participating in the selection all gathered at the venue, standing around five light balls of different colors.

Across the light ball, directly opposite Ronan was Mixia, who had a dazzling blue-gold gradient short hair.

The force field around Mixia was completely released, squeezing the people around him unscrupulously. He also attracted the attention of many people outside the field.

Suddenly, Ronan saw Misha smiling at him, her lips moving, as if she was saying something to him.

Before he could understand the message that Misha wanted to convey, the latter suddenly spread her hands to both sides, with her cheek facing the "Crown of Deep Knowledge" hanging high above her head, as if hugging, and then suddenly "pulled" the two wizards on her left and right, and while the other party was caught off guard and panicked, she laughed and disappeared into a ball of light.

In an instant, cheers and applause rang out from one side of the Crystal Palace outside the venue, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated.

"The rules for the fourth round of fighting are to choose your opponent at will?"

Ronan pursed his lips, and suddenly felt a "malicious" gaze falling on him. Following the gaze, he saw Hathaway in front of a crystal room from afar, with her arms folded across her chest, staring at him with a sneer.

Immediately afterwards, the two wizards on his left suddenly switched positions, and a powerful level five mental force field enveloped him. The next second, the ball of light in front of him suddenly burst into an absorbing light.

"I won!"

In the crystal room, Heliodo stood up from his seat contentedly, clapped his hands, and looked at Valentine with a smile, with an undisguised expression of pride and joy on his face.

Valentine had a blank expression on his face, and his body seemed to be nailed to the seat, not moving at all.

"Using such despicable means to send your own disciple to the fourth round, do you feel proud?"

"Even the famous Valentine, the president of the Mycelium Society, would he ever feel like losing?"

Heliodo laughed and said, "The content of our bet is to see whose disciple can win more matches in the second round of fighting, but there is no stipulation on what means must be used to win. As far as I know, Forenza was eliminated in the third round...
Valentine, you lose after all."

Valentine was silent for a moment, then he slowly said, "Heliodo, I admit that you are no longer the loser who only holds a sunflower with a red bow and secretly wipes tears under the tree of love."

"Shut up! I said, don't mention this again!"

Valentine's words seemed to touch upon a taboo of Heliodoro. Heliodoro was so angry that he almost jumped up on the spot, and his dry face turned red.

"Okay, don't mention it."

Valentine curled the corner of his mouth and looked up at Heliodo with a hint of sarcasm.

Then he said slowly: "But it's too early for you to be happy. I haven't lost yet."

"What do you mean?"

Heliodo frowned and said loudly: "Valentin, you are trying to cheat me."

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

Heliodo sneered, then said calmly: "You also said that the content of our bet is to see whose disciple wins more games in the second round of selection.

Although Forlenza has been eliminated, I still have disciples who are still on the field."

"Besides that kid Forensa, where did you get your second disciple?"

"Just before the fourth round of fighting began, I collected it."

"What the hell!"

Heliodo couldn't help but jump up, pointing at Valentine and cursing: "Valentine, you have the nerve to say that to me, you are even more shameless than me!"

In the blink of an eye, the host and the guest changed places, and Valentine stood up with a loud laugh.

"The bet does not stipulate that you cannot bribe your opponent to win, nor does it stipulate that you cannot accept a disciple on the spot! Don't worry, Heliodo, my new disciple is not very strong, and this round of fighting will probably be over. At most, we will end up in a draw, and no one will talk about winning or losing.

However, if I saw it correctly, your beloved disciple's opponent in this round seems to be Dorian
You probably don't know him, but he's from Level 5, and he's well-known for torturing people for fun.

Your beloved disciple is being targeted by Dorian."

Valentine shook his head and said with sympathy and regret: "Maybe you should prepare some potions in advance to soothe his physical and mental trauma. You are the best at preparing potions, aren't you?"

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, Heliodo's face changed drastically and he cursed with gritted teeth. Then he rushed out of the crystal room quickly, took out a bunch of communication props with a bang, and started to contact them one by one.

The sky is gray and gloomy, as if it is going to rain at any second.

Under my feet was rotten soil, with some broken tombstones and other things scattered around.

The air was filled with a foul and chilly smell; this was a venue suitable for dark wizards to perform.

Ronan briefly looked around before finally fixing his gaze on the opponent in front of him.

Not far from him stood a strange man covered in bandages.

Some dark yellow pus seeped out from the bandage, and the exposed skin between the gaps was also full of signs of ulceration.

Behind the bandage wrapped around his face, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Ronan, looking like a leper suffering from a mental illness.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a weird and terrible-looking fifth-level wizard in the Deep Sea School.

"Crunch, crunch -"

The fifth-level wizard, who looked like a severe leper, seemed to be chewing something in his mouth.

Ronan looked at him and said, "Dorian.hu"

"Someone made me lose to you in this fight!"

Before Ronan could finish his words, the scary-looking fifth-level wizard suddenly interrupted him.

Ronan was stunned, then very surprised.

Is Heliodo starting to "work hard" again?
He admitted that he had underestimated Helio. The fact that he could still stand in the arena until now was beyond many people's expectations. After all, he was just an early level four player who had just been promoted.

Logically speaking, Heliodoro should have won the bet with Valentine, but unexpectedly, Heliodoro was still "clearing the way" for him.

This old man didn't tell me the truth. He and Valentine made a bet that he would make it to the end of the second level, right?!
While Ronan was wondering, the level 5 wizard named Dorian spoke again.

".But someone asked me to teach you a lesson in this fight."

"Uh?"

Ronan was stunned, and quickly remembered Hathaway's meaningful sneer before he came in.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who are you going to listen to?"

"idiot."

Dorian suddenly stopped chewing, and grinned at Ronan from under his bandaged face, revealing a mouthful of uneven black and yellow rotten teeth.

"These two requirements don't conflict, don't you see?"

"I can definitely teach you a lesson first and then let you win this fight!!"

"Ha ha."

After saying that, Dorian laughed strangely, and took out a bloody frog that looked like it had been skinned from somewhere. He twisted off the frog's head, and then wolfed down the whole headless frog into his mouth.

In an instant, all the dark energy in this space gathered towards Dorian.

The huge level five force field suddenly spread out, like a circle of distorted black and purple halo.

Dorian's whole body swelled rapidly, and the bandages on his body were torn apart one by one, revealing his strange and rough body covered with huge pustules.

In a flash, he turned into an ugly toad as big as a small hill, with black and purple smoke coming out of its body and four bright crystals flashing on its head.

"call--"

Dorian opened his wide mouth full of jagged teeth and spit out a hurricane of foul smell and corrosive power. A dark purple tongue in his mouth swung around like a whip.

At this moment, his terrifying aura almost filled the entire battle space, and the voice coming from his abdomen also became muffled, like thunder.

"Don't blame me, kid..
Cherish every second of the next moment, it will be the most unforgettable time in your life."

After saying that, Dorian slammed the ground with his unusually strong limbs, causing the earth to crack. He was like a mysterious dark cloud, carrying an unparalleled terrifying aura, rumbling towards Ronan.

The terrible energy brought about a strong wind that lifted the hem of Ronan's robe and his long, spider-silk-like white hair on his shoulders.

Ronan seemed unaware of the terror brought by Dorian.

He raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the dark and depressing sky, and whispered: "Have you ever seen snow?"

"Um?!"

Dorian, who had transformed into a giant toad, leaped to a high point, and was about to rush down with his long dark purple tongue and huge body. He was slightly stunned when he heard the sound coming from below.

"In the dark, damp, stinking bottom of the well where you live"

Ronan stretched out a hand, and a piece of exquisite snowflakes fluttered gently from his pale fingertips.

“Ever seen snow falling?”

After saying this, Ronan's calm eyes suddenly turned into pure ice blue.

He calmly stretched out his finger and made a flat stroke forward. In an instant, the void seemed to become a pocket, and an overwhelming mysterious energy poured out from the pocket.

At the same time, the dark and deep sky above my head also seemed to be slashed by a knife, and a long deep blue crack suddenly appeared, breaking through the dark clouds.
(End of this chapter)