Chapter 165 I’m waiting for you at the Southern Wizard Genius Gathering, surprise!
“Buzz buzz——”
Ronan walked off the ring, surrounded by comments about him.
Countless eyes of attention focused on him, making him the unique focus at this time.
The first person to surpass a level 3 genius in a competition with a level 2 body!
The first second-level genius to encounter a strong third-level seed and win!
An unprecedented feat.
There is also the exaggerated amount of resonance that Ronan just showed.
Ronan's reputation suddenly climbed to an unprecedented peak, almost as good as those on the field. The trend of level three wizard geniuses competing side by side.
However, there was no joy in Ronan's heart. Instead, there was a thick layer of gloom.
"Damien, you"
As soon as he reached the Silver Ring, he was greeted with looks of wonder, approval and awe.
Clemens seemed quite excited. He was about to say something to him, but Ronan raised his hand to stop him.
Ronan quickly walked up to Caroni and the two and called their names in a low voice.
"Well done, Damien."
Caroni's eyes were full of undisguised admiration for him, and the fourth ring leader Archido next to him was also full of smiles. The smile and the look in his eyes became more and more fond of him.
“I thought that if you wanted to have a chance to defeat Damian, you should at least use the power of the ancient blood in you.”
Caroni sighed with emotion: “I didn’t expect you to be better than me. It's even better than expected. It accomplished this amazing feat without using any blood."
"Your ice magic inheritance has traces of the ice wizards from the Far North. Where did it come from?"
Achido also asked casually.
Ronan did not accept the compliments and replies from the two, but shook his head directly and said: "I did not completely defeat Damian.
He gave up on his own initiative."
" Huh?”
Caroni and the two were slightly startled, “What do you mean?”
Ronan described the last situation of the battle with Damian in detail. .
After finishing speaking, he looked up in the direction of the Thorn Palace, but could not find Damian's figure.
After this person "lost" in the battle with him, he seemed "ashamed" and directly chose to "leave".
In the eyes of others, it seems to be a normal reaction, because Damian was the first level three to be defeated by the level two. He was the best hope of the Thorn Palace, but it also humiliated the Thorn Palace.
After Damian was eliminated, it was almost impossible to get a better ranking in this competition in the Palace of Thorns. At this moment, everyone in the Palace of Thorns looked extremely ugly.
“It may not be what you think”
After listening to Ronan's story, Caroni pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Maybe this is what Damian wants to see."
Ronan frowned, "The ring master means that he deliberately The purpose of admitting defeat in this way is to make me suspicious now?"
"Hmm."
Caroni nodded, "Maybe he still has some fighting ability, but I still don't think so. If he wants to defeat you, he will simply leave you with the illusion that he is not defeated. After all, many people know that you have the power of blood and have not yet used it, right?”
“ A veteran genius like Damian who has lived for nearly a hundred years has a much deeper mind than you think."
Achido also echoed and sneered: "I have seen similar tricks. Too much, if you are really disturbed by him, then he will really succeed.
Anyway, you just need to remember one thing, in this kind of situation, no one will give in easily without any reason, let alone He said that for this he would have to pay for his reputation as a third-level wizard..."
"Okay."
Ronan seemed to be convinced.
“Get ready for the next competition, Damien, we all think highly of you.”
Carloni encouraged him a few more words, Ronan nodded, walked aside and sat down alone, his expression seemed calm, but there was still a faint haze in his heart.
Is it true, as the two Caronis said, that admitting defeat at the end of the battle just now was just Damian's pretense?
He doesn’t know.
But I always feel that things are not that simple.
Due to his physical training, Ronan has a keen intuition that is beyond ordinary people and cannot even be understood by ordinary wizards.
Ronan raised his head and looked around the entire competition venue.
The competition in the ring continues, and everything looks normal.
But he smelled a faint smell of conspiracy.
But I don’t know why it started or where it came from.
Ronan couldn't help but feel a little irritable for a while.
His eyes searched and searched the field repeatedly, but he still couldn't find Damian.
But he accidentally touched the gaze of a young man on the other side of the molten crystal lake, as hot and domineering as a lake of magma.
Ignatius.
The other party stared at him coldly. Compared with the initial disgust and hostility, there seemed to be some inexplicable strangeness in Ignatius's eyes when he looked at him.
He sneered at Ronan, and then slowly looked away.
Thinking of Clemens’ reminder to him before the competition started, a guess popped into Ronan’s mind -
“Could it be that Damian and this guy have reached an agreement? , deliberately let me win, so that I can meet him in the next competition and be beaten to death by him in the competition arena."
Ronan then shook his head, thinking about this possibility? Not big.
Because just for this reason, I went to bribe a third-level wizard and made him willing to bear the humiliating record of being defeated by a second-level wizard, and may even be punished by the forces behind it. It takes a lot of effort. Will the price be too high?
While constantly guessing and thinking, the second round of competition ended unknowingly.
In the second round of competitions, Ronan only paid attention to those competitions involving third-level wizard geniuses.
But because the gap between them and their opponents is too big, nothing can be seen. Most level three wizards can quickly resolve the battle with only one or two spells.
Angelet, whom he "focused on", used only an ordinary second-order [Shadow Scythe] spell in the two rounds of competition.
This spell has obviously been practiced by him to the "master level". When he casts it, it is like countless cold crescent moons falling from the dense dark clouds. The rich power of the spell spreads out, cutting off the opponent's body in two or three strokes. Defend, and then declare the fight over.
Jupiter of the Thunder Council was even more exaggerated. When he took action, he could only see the lightning flashing. After it was bright, the person returned to the original position, as if he had not moved his body from beginning to end, but the opponent in the ring He fell down completely charred and numb.
The rest of the third-level geniuses are almost the same, each has his own style, and his trump card is still well hidden.
When the sun rises on the fourth day, the third round of competition begins.
The colored ball of light began to rotate for the third time. Ronan was about to stand up from his position, but was immediately hit by a beam of light the next second.
Before he could react, a faint message came out from the light beam that enveloped him
“Bye?!”
Ronan was a little stunned, and then slowly sat down under the envious looks cast from all directions.
There were fifteen candidates left in the third round, and one person would indeed get a bye, but Ronan didn't expect that this lucky person would be him.
The third round was probably the round that ended the fastest and was the least disruptive. The remaining third-level geniuses on the field "cleverly" avoided each other, each solved their opponents, and entered directly and quickly. To the fourth round.
In this round, there are Ronan and Orian in the Dharma Ring, entering the top eight.
"Damien, relax and fight as hard as you can.
No matter what the outcome is, it is the best outcome for us"
In Ronan's ears Caroni's instructions lingered as he slowly stood in front of the stage. Caroni was right. Even if he lost directly in the next game, the results achieved by the French Ring in this competition were something that no one had expected in advance.
It was the sunset on the fifth day.
Ronan watched the orange sun disappear little by little on the horizon where light and darkness meet. The day sank, and an inexplicable emotion slowly surged in his heart in the dark night.
Looking back, the distribution of colored light balls has ended. One beam of light fell on him, while the other selected beam was...
Ronan's eyes moved forward, and finally... on a man with short brown hair and wine. The lazy young man with red eyes and full of evil spirits stopped completely.
Angelet.
The battle he had been looking forward to and longed for finally came, but Ronan's heart was unusually calm.
On the contrary, Angelet seemed a little surprised that this battle had come early.
He stood up from the gorgeous black high-backed chair with a somewhat stunned expression, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Ronan, with a smile on his face that Ronan couldn't understand.
While shaking his head, he slowly walked towards the competition ring.
Ronan followed closely, stepping into the sky step by step.
Finally, the two stood in the center of the competition arena.
Looking at Angele in front of him, a large number of pictures flashed through Ronan's mind.
Regarding the previous interactions between him and Angele, the bottle of mysterious burning potion that changed his destiny.
Unconsciously, a faint fighting spirit ignited in Ronan's body, and this fighting spirit was like autumn. The fire on the Japanese wilderness was only a few stars at first, but soon it grew stronger and stronger, until it also ignited his pupils.
"Angelet."
Ronan said the name softly.
But before he could say anything else, Angelet had already interrupted his subsequent words.
"I know what you want to say, I can feel your desire..."
Angelet looked at him and spoke softly: "But it's a pity, my dear Ronan. Damien.
The green fruit that broke into my back garden.
I may have to disappoint you again."
"Uh"<. br>
Ronan was slightly startled, and the fighting spirit in his eyes suddenly stopped.
At this moment, he seemed to feel some unusual aura spreading from Angele's body.
“Plop!”
The heart in the chest beat hard.
Ronan's breathing became somewhat rapid, and he felt the ancient frost hydra blood crystal inserted in his heart tremble violently.
Angelet..
Angelet also has blood!
But the power he is slowly releasing does not seem to be directed at himself.
What does he mean?
What does he want to do?
"Now you are still a little short of being qualified to challenge me."
Angelet stretched out his hand, his index finger and thumb made a small stretch of nothingness, and a weird smile appeared on his face.
He spread his arms, and a shadow visible to the naked eye expanded behind him.
The frequency of the blood crystals in the heart trembled faster and faster. Ronan's expression was slightly distorted. He had a strong bad feeling and a faint uneasiness. His instinct drove him to quickly approach Angele.
“What are you going to do?”
Ronan growled at Angelet in a hoarse voice.
Angelet did not answer, just looked at him and smiled.
At this moment.
Angelet's appearance was strikingly similar to when Ronan first saw him in the Corpse Garden.
Ronan gritted his teeth. The metal formed by the silvering of Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy condensed into a huge bright half-moon blade as he swung his arm. It whizzed towards Angele, but was shot by him. Halfway through, he was blocked by an invisible force.
"I will wait for you at the Southern Wizarding Genius Assembly, the chief position of the Horams Wizards."
At this time, Angelet's figure has expanded into a huge shadow, with a pair of dark wings. Behind him spread out, as deep as the darkest night.
He looked at Ronan with a smile, his mouth shape changed, just like before, and he said word by word: "Before I see you next time, don't die.< br>
Remember, this is a threat.”
After speaking, the wings on Angelet’s back flapped slightly, and the blood crystal in Ronan’s heart trembled for an extreme moment.< br>
"Shua——"
It's like a TV screen that suddenly turned off.
The shadow in front of Ronan suddenly shrank and disappeared, and Angelet's figure also disappeared at the same time.
Ronan froze on the spot, keeping his right hand stretched forward, not yet recovering from Angele's sudden departure.
The next second, a huge explosion was heard in another direction in the distance, accompanied by the aftermath of unprecedented terrifying energy.
Immediately afterwards, he caught a glimpse of a lightning flash, and with countless lightning flashes, Jupiter, who had been sitting on the silver-white chair, standing tall like a "monarch", suddenly appeared in front of him.
Looking straight at him, his face quickly turned pale and gray, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. In the middle of his chest, there was a huge bloody hole that seemed to be clawed out by some bird's claws. Hole.
Ronan took a step back in shock.
While retreating, there was another terrifying fire jet from the other side, and an even more violent energy shock.
Roaring, roaring, the sound of spells colliding and bombarding.
In the sky, six rounds of "Dawn Sun" have been hanging still, and at this time, one of them is red as the color of magma. The sun, and another big sun as green as emerald, suddenly shined brightly, and then slammed into the other two nearby "suns"!
"Boom!"
The terrifying energy tide that cannot be described in words rolled and spread in the sky, and the sound of anger, shock and incredible majesty sounded above the head, but before waiting Ronan heard what the voice said and felt something pass silently above his head.
He looked up suddenly and saw only a blurry figure.
This figure's whole body exudes an unparalleled gray light, becoming the seventh "scorching sun" in the sky.
This round of gray sun couldn't help but expand, as if a huge mouth was slowly swallowing up the remaining six rounds of "dawn suns" bit by bit.
“Resurrection..Salvation”
“Praise, worship, follow!”
“The old day should be cleansed, and the new day will surely come”
"Chant His True Name!!"
"Om——"
Countless voices of men and women sounded in the field at the same time, chanting the same weird and ancient mantra loudly, It seemed ethereal yet eerie amidst all the chaos and noise.
A silver lens-like brilliance bloomed in the night sky, and countless silver lights hung down like raindrops.
Ronan stood in the center of the huge competition arena, not far from him was Jupiter who was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
He looked dazed, looking up blankly at the sky swept by darkness, and murmured involuntarily.
"Damn it, Angelet, you crazy person"
"What...have you done again?!"
Today I will make up for the missing update from yesterday
( End of chapter)