Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 441 - 205: Dark Horse, Taking a Seat, The Ranking Battle Begins
Chapter 441: Chapter 205: Dark Horse, Taking a Seat, The Ranking Battle Begins
"Why have I never seen this person before?"
"Just at the Early Level 3 Stage, he is an entire two sub-realms behind Andriel, yet..."
"Where did such an overpowering and domineering Ice Magic inheritance come from in the Southern region?"
"Not only does he practice top-level Ice Magic, but he also cultivates the Metal Attribute, and I can even feel the fluctuations of Space-related spells..."
Murmurs of low whispers kept arising among the onlookers, and eyes of almost every watching Wizard were filled with intense shock and disbelief.
As the competition for the seat among Heramus’s Geniuses commenced, some might have thought that Andriel could be defeated, but no one ever imagined that Andriel would fall in the first round, especially to a "no-name" mysterious Wizard.
An inexplicable sentiment grew like a boulder, slowly rolling across the field.
On the side of the Blue Mist Society, even though Claire had given them a "vaccine" in advance, Harvey and several other geniuses from medium-sized Wizard Forces were still massively impacted, looking at each other speechless.
Even Claire himself, beneath his relatively calm facade, was swept by tumultuous waves in his heart.
He knew Ronan was strong and that after advancing to Level 3, Ronan’s Strength would undergo a transformation, but he hadn’t expected it to be to this extent, instantly tearing apart Andriel’s "terrifying myth" at first confrontation.
"He hasn’t... practiced Third Rank Magic yet, has he.."
Claire clenched his lips tightly and subconsciously glanced towards Orian at his side.
He saw a trace of confusion and distraction in Orian’s eyes, unsure of what he was thinking.
...
Ronan stood calmly in mid-air, picking up Andriel’s severed arm, prying open the clenched fingers, and taking the grey bone spur from the palm.
In truth, he did not completely avoid the attack of the bone spur; when the black nimbus released by the spur shot towards him, he was still somewhat affected.
The influence came from the soul, with a slight burning sensation.
It was hard to imagine what his condition would be if he was fully struck by that nimbus.
No wonder Andriel used it as his "trump card," but now, this "trump card" belonged to Ronan.
Ronan stored the bone spur into his Space Ring, planning to inspect it when he had the time, then lifted his gaze to Andriel, who was now settled by a lit-up Stone Pillar at a distance.
During the contest, a Wizard who had not completely lost their combat strength would only be stripped of most of their Soul Smoke after a defeat, but would still have the chance to continue the competition.
Therefore, even after losing an arm, Andriel wasn’t "expelled"; the Soul Smoke on him was so dense that the remaining portion could still light up the Stone Pillar, earning him the qualifications to take a seat.
Ronan benefited greatly as the plundered smoke from Andriel collected into an imposing cloud of grey behind him, and his soul power also received a tremendous boost.
Currently, despite a slight fatigue of his spiritual power due to maintaining the intense [Extreme Boiling Lake] State for an extended period, his State was even better than before the duel with Andriel began.
The fourth Spiritual Power Crystal that had recently formed in his Consciousness Space underwent a dramatic increase in size, and he even felt like he was touching the threshold of condensing the fifth crystal.
"The battle isn’t over yet, why are you in a hurry to leave?"
Ronan had no intention of letting Andriel off the hook, saying so as he stepped through the Void, approaching Andriel step-by-step.
A subtle force began to emanate from Ronan.
The spectating Wizards were all taken aback by this scene before becoming visibly excited.
When had they ever seen Andriel being provoked like this, witnessed the invincible Andriel forced into such a dire situation?
Many were breathing rapidly, anticipating the moment when Andriel would truly be defeated.
"I admit I underestimated you... you’ve been patient for a long time, haven’t you, for this very moment..."
On the Stone Pillar, Andriel, who had lost an arm, had such a dark expression that one could almost wring water out of it.
He watched Ronan, pulling a thick arm, seemingly disproportionate to his body, from his Space Ring and affixing it to his shoulder, sprinkling some sort of powder, and rapidly chanting a spell.
Quickly, the newly attached arm began to move freely, though the size mismatch with his other arm made it look somewhat deformed and bizarre.
Andriel took a step forward, emitting an aura that seemed even more terrifying than before.
Ronan was not surprised; as the figure standing at the pinnacle of the Southern region’s young Wizards, Andriel naturally wouldn’t be easily taken down by him.
He surely had other methods, other trump cards unrevealed. All the previous underestimation was put aside, and only then would Andriel become the most dangerous.
Of course...
Ronan was equally looking forward to it.
Ronan and Andriel gazed at each other from a distance, as intangible auras rose from each of them, expanding and clashing in the Void.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense once more.
Almost everyone was focused on this battle, but at this moment, a sudden disturbance broke out, interrupting the great war that was about to erupt.
"Quick! Only three spots left!"
Several Wizards rushed toward the direction of the central Stone Pillar, only to realize that the screen representing the progress of the first round of the competition had already shrunken significantly without their notice.
Even a Wizard who was too engrossed in spectating was caught off guard by the shrinking screen and was directly eliminated from the competition.
Suddenly, chaos erupted in the arena.
The battle for positions had advanced to this stage, with most spots already settled. Only a few previously commandeered by Andriel remained, and now only three were left.
When it came to their own interests, many Wizards immediately stopped being passive spectators and rushed towards the remaining three Stone Pillars.
Many realized halfway through their charge that they didn’t have enough Soul Smoke to light up a pillar, which initiated a small-scale melee.
The sudden chaos made Ronan frown. He saw Andriel looking at him with a cold smile, forming the words with his mouth—"I’ll wait for you in the Arena, twisting off your head, bit by bit"—then, with a cold face, he seemed to look away.
Ronan quickly lost his will to fight as well, realizing that the upcoming Genius Rankings were far more important than defeating Andriel again.
At this moment, the Soul Smoke on him was as vast as clouds, more than enough to light up a pillar.
With the precedent of Andriel’s severed arm, no one in the arena dared to contest the spot with Ronan, the terrifyingly strong newcomer from the Southern regions.
He flew toward a Stone Pillar, and the Wizards nearby scattered, allowing him, unobstructed, to take his seat.
However, Ronan didn’t rush to light up the pillar but looked in the direction of the Blue Mist Society and others.
He wouldn’t mind snatching a spot for Orian, but after witnessing the battle between him and Andriel, Orian seemed to have lost his edge. When Orian met Ronan’s inquiring gaze, he just slowly shook his head.
However, Harvey, the President of the Blue Mist Society at his side, had an eager expression on his face.
Moments later.
The screen stopped contracting, and in the center of the Ancient Fairy City, thirty-two towering light pillars lit up.
The once blurred and vague Ancient Fairy City suddenly became clear and tangible, as though the barrier between inside and outside spaces had been completely shattered.
The eliminated Wizards retreated, making way for the tens of thousands of Wizards waiting outside the city, whose figures now came into view.
The grand Ancient City, under the retracting colorful lights, slowly sunk down, leaving only thirty-two magnificent white pillars between heaven and earth.
All the geniuses of Heramus had taken their seats, and the climax of this grand event... was about to begin.
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"Thank you, Damien.
After this battle is over, I will gather all members of the Blue Mist Society and propose to elect you as the new President..."
Harvey stood on a nearby Stone Pillar platform, bowing to Ronan from afar, expressing his gratitude.
Ronan shook his head, not saying a word.
Eventually, he did help Harvey secure a spot. Including himself, the Blue Mist Society got two members into the top thirty-two, quite a commendable achievement.
It seemed to be the preparation phase for the upcoming ranking battle for the seats.
On all thirty-two seats, each person was silently preparing and waiting.
Many eyes fell on Ronan, whose results in the battle against Andriel had surprised many. A lot of them were astonished by this dark horse who had suddenly emerged.
Ronan returned the gazes assessing him, and the first one he saw was Selena.
Rumor had it that Selena was the first to light up a pillar, and afterwards, she faced no challenges.
The top geniuses of the First-tier Group had tacitly avoided conflicts in the first round of the battle. Even Andriel would only commandeer seats and harvest the lesser geniuses in the final stages.
Ronan’s premature clash with Andriel was definitely an accident, as originally he did not need to rise to his position by stepping on such a weighty stepping stone.
At this moment, the Princess from the Central Life Court maintained her lofty posture as always, looking at Ronan with a very calm gaze.
This kind of gaze made Ronan uncomfortable.
He was very aware that for someone like Selena, unless you brutally defeat her in the aspect she is most proud of, she would never deign to see you as an equal.
"If I get the chance..."
Ronan’s eyes lowered slightly, avoiding Selena’s stare.
He was very eager to give it a try.
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