Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 180 Seventh-Order Mage

"You dare not accept the challenge because you are afraid of my Jade Kingdom."

Hector used a provocation tactic.

"Then just assume I'm scared."

Ron didn't take it seriously and wasn't affected by the provocation at all.

"Ron, the Emerald Kingdom and the Kingdom of Lah are both participants in the third war between gods and demons. You cannot avoid this battle."

Hector shouted.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Ron stopped and turned to look at Hector with interest: "So, the stakes in this contest are the loser's submission to the winner?"

Hector was immediately choked.

Clearly, he wasn't prepared to gamble that much.

They have no right to gamble so big.

"Ron, do you dare to compete with me in this magic festival to see who can obtain the most powerful magic?"

Hector said to himself.

"You have won. The Emerald Kingdom will no longer cause you trouble, ending the war in the third Divine Kingdom War."

"If you lose, from this day forward, the Kingdom of Lah will never be allowed to be re-established anywhere!"

When the bet was announced, the crowd, who had initially just been watching the spectacle, couldn't help but become serious.

Ron lost, and the Kingdom of Lah is forbidden from being restored?

You really dare to make demands.

They won't even give face to the gods, why would they give face to you?
It's impossible to even think about it.

However, if this matter is successfully accomplished, all three major papal courts will have to give the Emerald Kingdom a great credit.

All eyes turned to Ron; the rivalry between the two academies paled in comparison.

"He's ugly, but he thinks really high-class."

Ron scoffed.

"you……"

Hector glared angrily.

"If I lose, my national line will be cut off. If you lose, you will only stop bothering me and cease your conquests without any real consequences."

Ron chuckled.

"What does it matter to me whether the Emerald Kingdom stops its conquests or not? They struggle to even defeat the Diam Kingdom, as if you can unify the third war of the gods."

He mocked without any mercy.

Unfortunately, Hector had no way to refute it.

After all, they have suffered repeated defeats in the war with the Kingdom of Diam, and so far they have not even been able to penetrate the border of the Kingdom of Diam.

The boastful words they made back then have now become a laughing stock in the jade kingdom.

Knowing he couldn't win an argument with Ron, Hector turned away, no longer wanting to humiliate himself.

The surrounding crowd sighed in disappointment as they saw Hector remain silent after being humiliated.

In the end, Hector's provocation was too childish. How could someone as smart as Ron possibly fall for it?
"It's not impossible for me to have a match with you."

Just as everyone was about to refocus their attention on the rivalry between the two academies, Ron suddenly changed the subject.

Ok?
Everyone's gaze instantly returned to Ron, their expressions a mixture of surprise and delight.

Have a show?

Hector also stared intently at Ron, his expression one of surprise.

"But we have to change the conditions."

Ron said.

"what do you want?"

"Hector asked."

"If you want to sever the lineage of my Kingdom of Lah, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding price."

Ron said.

Hector frowned.

"Well, considering that the territory of the Kingdom of Lach is not comparable to that of the current Emerald Kingdom, I don't need the Emerald Kingdom to use its heritage as a stake."

"If you lose, half of the Emerald Kingdom's territory will be transferred to the Kingdom of Lah, and you are not allowed to take it back within a year."

Ron stated his terms.

"This is impossible!"

Hector immediately rejected Ron's conditions.

Half of the territory was ceded to the Kingdom of Lach, and it cannot be taken back within a year?

Of course, he couldn't agree to something so outrageous.

Given Ron's current reputation, how far would the Kingdom of Lah develop if given a stable territory and a year to grow?

He couldn't imagine it.

In short, the Emerald Kingdom could not allow a fierce tiger to roost next to it.

It would be better to let the Kingdom of Lach perish on its own.

Realizing that Ron had no intention of competing, Hector snorted and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a voice formed from magical energy entered his ears.

Sound transmission magic.

Hector's expression changed, but he eventually suppressed his anger.

"The Emerald Kingdom may at most cede the former territory of the Layton Kingdom to the Lach Kingdom."

He said to Ron.

"There is still time. The Emerald Kingdom can guarantee that it will not reclaim its territory for at most three months."

he continued.

In fact, three months is enough time to recruit soldiers.

In particular, Ron has a very good relationship with the Kingdom of Orantia, while the Emerald Kingdom had previously provoked the Kingdom of Orantia, and Orantia is capable of sending troops to attack the Emerald Kingdom.

The Kingdom of Lah and the Kingdom of Orantia sandwiched the Emerald Kingdom in the middle, posing a significant threat.

However, there is a key point here.

The territory offered by the Emerald Kingdom was the original territory of the Kingdom of Layton, which was completely cut off from the outside world by the Emerald Kingdom's territory.

If the Emerald Kingdom forcibly detains those heading to the Kingdom of Lah, the Kingdom of Lah will be unable to recruit soldiers.

By water?
Going to the right would mean going around the waters of the Bruveman Empire, while going to the left would mean going around the waters of the Emerald Kingdom and the Diam Kingdom.

None of these three parties would send someone to the Kingdom of Lah.

If Ron dares to take over the territory of the Kingdom of Layton, he will be trapped like a fish in a barrel.

Damn it, can't you be a little more serious?
Everyone stared at Hector, their hearts filled with anger.

Ron finally relented, but this kid pulled this trick.

How could Ron possibly fall for such a trap that even they could see through?
Hector's thoughts were practically written all over his face.

Just when they thought the show was going to fall through again, they heard a reply that surprised them all.

"can."

Ron agreed.

Ok?
Did he agree?

After their initial surprise, everyone began to ponder Ron's purpose.

Ron couldn't possibly not know it was a trap. Since he knew it was a trap and still dared to agree, there must be something fishy going on.

Seeing Ron's reaction, Hector felt inexplicably uneasy.

Did we give too much time?

How do we judge winning and losing?

Ron asked.

To participate in the Magic Festival, one must sign a contract with the academy, and all high-level magic acquired in the sea of ​​consciousness must be handed over to the academy for distribution.

Anything above the sixth rank is considered high-level magic.

If everything is handed over to the academy, who can say for sure who received the magic from whom?

"Then I'll be the referee."

At this moment, a man dressed in the robes of a clergyman from the Holy See stepped forward.

"Your Majesty Ron, my name is Malcolm Bronson, and I am the bishop of the Radiant Church in the Kingdom of Karamay," the man introduced himself politely.

"Hello."

Ron responded with a smile.

He knew that the Vatican was involved. "Bishop Malcolm, how do you intend to adjudicate this contest?" he asked.

Upon hearing this, Malcolm took out two black hexagonal stone boxes from his pocket.

"The object is called Pandora's Box. It can store no less than thirty kinds of magic. The two of you only need to use this box to collect opportunities. When you come out, the winner will be determined by the number and level of magic in the box."

He said slowly.

"Can this thing be brought into the sea of ​​consciousness?" Ron asked, feigning curiosity.

"Yes, with enough magic, this thing can be integrated into your consciousness."

Malcolm said.

The two took Pandora's Box and examined it.

"If there are no other questions, then please swear an oath to the great God of Light that you will strictly fulfill the contents of the agreement, and if you violate it, you are willing to accept divine punishment."

Malcolm pointed out.

The true intentions have been revealed.

The gods were just looking for an opportunity to deal with him, and he made this vow, for he would surely face the most severe divine punishment.

The fact that the other party dared to propose this competition suggests that they must have some information about the magic festival. Judging from their confident demeanor, they should at least have a seventh-tier magic ability.

But Ron didn't care.

When it comes to intelligence capabilities, no one is better than him at present.

Hunters often appear in the form of prey.

Hector, who took the oath without any hesitation, was completely unaware that the trap they had set for him had already backfired.

"I don't have any objections, it's just that..."

When it was Ron's turn to take the oath, he pretended to be a little embarrassed and looked at the two vice deans, White and Gray, in the center of the sacrificial ceremony.

"The two deans should have no objections, right?"

Malcolm looked at the two men and asked, his voice calm but with an undeniable air of authority.

With the Holy See already involved, the two vice-presidents naturally dared not have any objections.

It's just for saving anyway.

After obtaining permission from the vice deans of the two colleges, Ron readily took the oath.

"Your Majesty Ron, I look forward to your performance at the Magic Festival."

After Malcolm showed support for Ron, he turned and left, beaming.

It was clear that he felt a sense of joy at unexpectedly completing the task.

“Ron, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m the winner of this contest.”

Hector left after making a confident declaration.

The crowd dispersed, still wanting more.

The slightly interrupted sacrificial ceremony continued.

Soon it was Hector's turn on the Grey Mage's side, and he was participating in the Magic Festival as a teacher.

Whether intentional or not, Ron was caught in the White Mage's trap this time.

The two, who had just made a pact to compete, stepped onto the platform at the same time.

As the two deans activated the formation, the energy of the Demon God Altar swept over them, and the audience below held their breath, curious about who was stronger.

A sixth-level teacher can guide fifty to one hundred students into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Whoever has more students is more capable.

Each Level 6 teacher will bring 50 basic students with them when they enter the registration platform.

Other students lined up outside the platform, waiting to enter and fill the quota once the energy scan of the Demon God Altar began.

When no more students can enter the platform, that is the maximum number of students a teacher can guide.

Who do you think is stronger?

"I think the second prince of the Emerald Kingdom is stronger."

"I heard long ago that the second prince of the Emerald Kingdom is a magical genius. He was already a sixth-level archmage at the age of twenty. Now that the Emerald Kingdom has received the blessing of the gods twice, his strength is probably close to that of a seventh-level mage."

"Indeed, the king of the Kingdom of Lah became a sixth-order archmage at the age of seventeen, which is already very impressive, but his growth period was ultimately too short."

"You've probably forgotten again that he was the only one who survived this trial of the divine kingdom."

"What does that prove? His strength is nowhere near that of the Holy Sons and Daughters of the three major churches. The only reason he survived is that the other trial participants of the divine kingdoms fell for his tricks, allowing him to live by sheer luck."

"The Jade Kingdom must have had the confidence to propose this competition."

"..."

"........."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and most people were not optimistic about Ron's chances.

They kept their eyes glued to the number of students on the two platforms.

58, 59, 60...

At this moment, two teachers on the nine platforms were pale and had reached their limit.

68, 69, 70...

Three more teachers left the stage.

78, 79, 80...

88, 89, 90...

At this point, only Ron and Hector were still able to hold on.

Everyone was astonished.

This is already close to the level of a seventh-tier mage.

Neither side showed any obvious signs of strain.

They probably won't be able to reach a hundred people, right?
98, 99, 100...

To the astonishment of everyone, the number of users on both platforms simultaneously increased to 100.

ended?
not yet!
101, 102, 103...

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

Rank 7 Mage!
Breaking the 100-point limit means that both of them have reached the level of seventh-tier mages.

Good heavens, two young seventh-tier mages have appeared at the same time.

Hector could understand; it wasn't surprising that someone in their early twenties had received divine blessings twice and risen to the seventh rank.

Ron... he's only seventeen!
A seventeen-year-old seventh-tier mage—besides the three major papal courts and two major empires, can you find another third like him in the world?

Even more outrageous is the rumor that this king of the Kingdom of Lah was just an ordinary person who couldn't even do first-tier magic just over four months ago.

Reaching the seventh rank in four months—that's even more terrifying than that genius girl from the White Demon Academy, right?
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, ultimately concluding that Ron had obtained an extraordinary opportunity in the Kingdom of God, which led to his achievement.

Both are seventh-tier mages, but who is stronger?

The audience's curiosity was piqued once again.

198, 199, 200...

When the number of people reached two hundred, Hector's face was already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

He had clearly just been promoted to a seventh-tier mage.

When Hector realized that his maximum score wouldn't exceed 210, he looked at Ron across from him.

Ron was yawning, looking sleepy.

Hector's face darkened at the sight of her seemingly impassive demeanor.

Some people couldn't accept the fact that Ron was stronger than them.

Why?
I achieved this through my daily diligent practice and receiving divine protection twice.

How can someone who has been traveling and working tirelessly for months without any stable time to cultivate have such strength?

208, 209…

Having reached his limit, Hector stared at Ron, who still looked relaxed, and clenched his fists with jealousy and resentment.

All the preparations he made for his fame today have now become Ron's wedding dress.

238, 239, 240...

"It's still increasing."

"Just what is his strength?"

Hector's side had stopped for half a day, while Ron's side was still increasing.

And there was still no sign of dejection on his face.

Things took a completely unexpected turn.

268, 269, 270...

Ron seemed to have no limits, handling things with ease.

(End of this chapter)