Chapter 162 [The Extremely Freezing Soldier]! Taste-stained fruit, the leader
The six rounds of "Dawn" in the sky each cast a beam of light, and the six beams condensed into a huge, translucent colored light ball above the competition ring.
The colorful light balls rotate and release beautiful light, which is reflected on hundreds of quietly raised faces below.
"Buzz——"
An ancient syllable came from high in the sky. The young wizards who came out from all forces below and participated in this competition heard this sound and felt as if After receiving a certain signal, they all forced out a bit of soul power and threw it into the sky.
Ronan is doing the same.
He had been reminded beforehand that this was a necessary process.
The genius competition jointly organized by the six wizarding forces. The result of the competition is more related to the ownership of two Dawn-level magic tools and a World Stone. Fairness must be guaranteed.
Every wizard participating in the competition needs to sign a simple soul contract. The content of the contract is probably that the participating wizards promise not to use any means to "cheat".
The colored light ball absorbed the soul power of sixty wizards, and the sixty soul powers were like swimming fish, chasing and swimming in the light ball.
Suddenly, two of the soul powers collided together.
In an instant, two beams of light hung down from the light ball, covering the two figures in the crowd below at the same time.
Followed by the second and third groups
"Huh?!"
When the light ball randomly selected the candidates for the fourth group of duels, a dark red streak The beam of light suddenly landed on Ronan's head, covering his entire body.
The beam conveyed information about his opponent and the serial number of the fighting ring.
Ronan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that it would be his turn to play so soon.
The magic circle wizards beside him looked at him one after another. Most of them were unfamiliar faces, but almost all of them were friendly and encouraging emotions.
"No. 4 Arena, Black Nightmare Swamp, Bartlan Crowe?"
Ronan took a breath, and there was nothing to hesitate. He activated the flying ring and flew up. The fourth fighting arena.
On the other side of the ring, his opponent also flew up at the same time.
When the two stood still, a simple rune circle rose, and the scenes on the other three arenas were the same.
Ronan felt that some of the gazes from the spectator seats around him were falling on him, and most of them came from the direction of the Ring of Magic and the Black Nightmare Swamp.
There are a few on the side of Molten Crystal Lake, but not many.
One of the gazes was sharp and blazing, like a red-hot sharp blade pressed against Ronan's eyebrows.
Ronan looked over and saw a tall young man with red-orange hair looking at him coldly at a central location on one side of the Crystal Lake.
The other party has a pair of eyes that look like flowing magma, similar to Igor's.
But it is much more powerful than Igor.
The young man was sitting in a position like a lake of lava that was constantly releasing terrible heat. No one dared to approach it. Just looking at Ronan from a distance made Ronan's heart melt. The blood crystals tremble and beat.
"Ignatius."
Ronan recited the other party's name silently in his mind, avoiding the unabashedly hostile gaze with an expressionless face.
Igor did not come to this competition, probably because of this man.
Ronan shifted his gaze slightly, and soon came into contact with another pair of strange and outstanding eyes.
It was a pair of wine-red eyes, very deep, like a whirlpool formed by ancient blood.
The owner of the eyes had an unspeakable evil smile on his face, lazily supporting his chin with his hand, looking at Ronan with a half-smile.
Ronan immediately locked the opponent's figure, and his eyes became cold unconsciously.
Angelet.
Angele Leo.
He searched for the opponent for a long time before the competition but could not find him, but now Angelet no longer covers his whereabouts.
Ronan saw Angelet's razor-thin lips opening and closing slightly, as if he was speaking to him silently.
He frowned, trying to identify.
On the third time, I finally understood the meaning of the mouth shape-"Concentrate. Point."
"Huh!"
Dark spells The cold wind suddenly blew over Ronan's face, blowing the hem of his robe high.
Ronan suddenly came to his senses and saw a thick shadow approaching him.
A black nightmare swamp wizard who was chosen by the ball of light as his opponent but had been ignored since the beginning had a gloomy face and was waving his staff coldly, constantly summoning spells to hit him.
“It’s time to concentrate.”
Ronan’s eyes calmed down, and the black light in front of him was reflected in his blue eyes, and he took a breath.
Follow that by raising your hand and slowly making a downward movement.
In an instant, countless mysterious qi machines, accompanied by an indescribable terrifying energy field, rapidly expanded and burst out from the palm of Ronan's whereabouts.
The strong wind stirred the robes, and the roots of the long shiny white hair flew back
"A resonance in the legal realm."
"[Ice Blade Technique - Extreme Freeze. Peerless Weapon]!"
At this moment, in the six spectator seats, the eyes that were originally roughly evenly distributed on each fighting arena suddenly gathered together.
Many people were slightly shaken and could not help but stand up.
While the battles in the remaining three arenas were still in the trial and confrontation stage, who would have thought that the duel in the fourth arena would directly enter an unprecedentedly intense state.
The rune array mask, which was more decorative than practical, shattered almost instantly.
If you look down from a high altitude at this time, you can clearly see——
On the fourth stage, there is a cold current as bright as the aurora flowing around, a handle of enough A giant pure white ice blade seven or eight meters long broke through the many shadows, as if rising rapidly from the ancient frost seal. Countless terrifying ice-cold sharp breaths intertwined, directly cutting the space of the huge arena into pieces< br>
A moment later.
Ronan turned around calmly, and calmly exited under the gaze of a figure who was half-kneeling on the ground, covered in frost, and whose figure under the robe could not stop shaking.
Compared with when he appeared, the number of eyes falling on Ronan was many times more now.
The competition in the other three arenas has not yet ended, and there is already slight commotion and discussion in the spectator seats.
“The Ring of Law..” “Ronan..” “The genius who defeated Igor of the Sakirs family”
Those people are talking about Ronan’s name, and His record in the second battlefield.
Ronan looked at the performance of certain people on the court.
Jupiter of the Thunder Council looked calm, sitting high on the silver throne, still like a king, and did not cast any attention on him.
Ignatius stared at him indifferently, and there seemed to be a hint of contempt and disdain flashing through his magma-colored eyes.
Orian didn't even look at him. This guy only had Jupiter in his eyes.
Only
Angelet.
Angelet was sitting on a black gorgeous high-backed chair with a bright smile. He lightly clapped his hands towards him and even
gave him a thumbs up.
“.”
There were veins on Ronan’s forehead beating slightly, and many unhappy emotions emerged inexplicably in his heart.
Do I need your approval?
He was complaining crazily in his heart, but at a certain moment, he suddenly woke up.
“Do I care too much about Angelet?”
Since the last time he reunited with Angelet at Whitestone Castle, Ronan felt that his emotions had been dominated by the three angeles. Influenced by words.
Because when he was weak, Angelet left a deep "strong impression" in his heart. He received another "gift" from Angele and was able to cross the threshold of a first-level wizard.
So he is extremely eager to prove the value of all the efforts he has made along the way by defeating the opponent head-on.
This is Ronan's "nightmare"!
He has never deliberately avoided it.
But the current situation is that Ronan has the intention to continue to magnify his "nightmare".
"If this trend continues, my chances of winning against Angelet will continue to decrease."
"Maybe this is what he wants to see."
Ronan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thoughts slowly rolled through his mind.
“Every bit and every drop of what I have endured and experienced is engraved in my memory. It is fed back into strength in my flesh and blood and is controlled by me.”
“I don’t need to ask anyone. What do people prove.”
"Angelet is just a sight to me.
I have seen it, I have longed for it, I have approached it, I have surpassed it..."
"There is no deep hatred between us. "
"There is really no need to be so persistent"
At this moment, Ronan seemed to have figured something out, and some of the dirt on his soul was wiped away.
When he opened his eyes again, he was completely relaxed.
He faced Angelet, across the two fighting arenas, and responded with a friendly nod to the opponent.
This time Angelet seemed caught off guard.
His expression was a little stunned on his face, as if he didn't expect Ronan to treat him like this. After half a breath, he turned away with deep eyes.
"Ha"
Ronan shook his head in amusement, feeling indescribably happy in his heart.
"Is that the delicious fruit you keep mentioning?"
In the viewing seat of the Black Nightmare Swamp Wizard Force, the enchanting woman with red hair retracted her gaze towards the side of the Silver Ring. , asked the lazy man next to him with a strange expression.
"It is indeed outstanding. At least no one in the same realm of Black Nightmare Swamp can compare with him."
"It has changed."
Angelet was half lying on a chair On top, there was an unspeakable strong evil spirit exuding from all over his body.
He looked lazily at his nails, as if the color of his nails aroused his interest more than anyone else on the field.
"It's slowly becoming less interesting... I still prefer his original innocent, innocent and fearless look."
The red-haired woman shook her head, seeming to be interested in his behavior. His moody and changeable temperament was quite speechless, but he had already gotten used to it, so he just turned away and stopped looking at him.
Angelet was still talking to himself in a low voice.
"Fortunately...it's just a dispensable appetizer, it doesn't matter if it tastes bad or not"
"A rich and delicious feast, more interesting things...are still to come, aren't they?"
Angelet raised his hand and faced the six "dawn suns" in the sky, silently admiring his nails with a smile on his face.
It is as if you are admiring a beautiful piece of art that is unique in the world.
No one saw it.
On his bloodless pale fingernails, there was an extremely tiny pattern beating from time to time.
Those are six overlapping rings.
The above three are beautiful and complete.
The next three.. rotten and incomplete.
“Damien, you are powerful again.”
Clemens came over and sat down next to Ronan, speaking to him in a low and complicated tone.
He had watched Ronan's battle just now. His opponent, the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard in the late second level, was not a famous figure, but he was qualified to represent the Black Nightmare Swamp. It proves that even in the Black Nightmare Swamp, he can definitely be ranked among the top ten combat geniuses.
Clemens estimated that if he faced the opponent, his chances of winning would not be more than 30%.
But such a powerful person was defeated directly by Ronan without even having a single encounter with him.
The peerless ice blade that seems to break out of the ancient frost restriction, another extraordinary power that reaches a resonance level, Ronan's real trump card, the seven-color torrent magic domain, and more The powerful bloodline power was not revealed.
Ronan probably only needs one move to defeat him now.
How much time has passed since his first confrontation with Ronan?
There was an inexplicable emotion surging in Clemens's heart. Only people like him who were close enough could know how terrifying the talent hidden under the calm appearance of the young man in front of him was!
“Have you told the Ring Master about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?”
Ronan asked Clemens casually, while looking intently at the field.
"As I said, the leaders of the third and fourth rings said that they would inform other forces, and an investigation should be launched after the competition."
Clemens thought for a while and said: "I summoned Bolby to check some information. , there are records about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society in the Dharma Ring. It has been more than five hundred years since their last appearance in the south, which caused some turmoil, but it soon subsided.
I think we may It's a bit too cautious."
Clemens looked up at the six "scorching suns" under the starry sky and sighed: "Under the light of dawn, this kind of thing that can only be hidden in the shadows should be. It’s hard to have a chance of causing trouble.”
Ronan nodded and said nothing more.
The competition in the ring continues, one after another.
Ronan took this opportunity to observe the strength of other powerful figures from all parties, mainly the "leading figures" such as Orion Jupiter.
Needless to say, the Molten Crystal Lake is naturally the Ignatius with the blood of the ancient Balrog flowing in his body.
In the Black Nightmare Swamp, Angele Leo is "unique" and cannot find anyone more "coquettish" than him.
Here at the Scarlet Tower is a talented blood wizard named Rufus.
His skin is fair, unusually rosy and fresh, his appearance is handsome, and his hair is deep red and raised back, like blood flowing all the time.
The pupils of a pair of eyes are extremely small, and the whites take up almost 90% of the eyes, which looks quite strange.
This person is extremely low-key. He has been sitting quietly in the spectator seats since the beginning of the competition, and has never shown any unique and prominent momentum.
When it was his turn to take action, he simply used the most common blood spell to end the game.
But.
Ronan could clearly detect that Jupiter, the "Lord" of the Thunder Council, paid at least 50% of his attention to this young wizard named Rufus. On the body.
“The Scarlet Tower is the only powerful force among the six major forces that can rival the Thunder Council. It is one step stronger than the other four major forces. It can occupy the top position among such forces, and it is also known as a competitive environment. The most cruel and fierce black-robed blood witch force.
This Rufus is definitely not a simple figure.”
Ronan squinted his eyes, as if he could see through the noise of the crowd. Behind the young man named Rufus, countless scarlet spiderweb-like veins were revealed, faintly forming a ferocious, ancient and evil pattern.
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(End of this chapter)