Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 165 I'll be waiting for you at the Southern Wizarding Genius Gathering, shocking changes!
"Buzzing—"

Ronan walked down the stage, surrounded by discussions about him.

Countless eyes were focused on him, making him the unique focus at this moment.

The first genius who defeated a level 3 player in a competition with a level 2 player!
The first level 2 genius to defeat a level 3 seeded warrior!

An unprecedented feat.

And the ridiculous amount of resonance domains that Ronan had just shown.
Ronan's reputation suddenly climbed to an unprecedented peak, almost on par with those third-level wizard geniuses on the field.

However, there was no joy in Ronan's heart. Instead, there was a thick layer of gloom covering it.

"Damien, you..."

As soon as he walked to the silver magic ring, he was greeted with looks of amazement, praise and awe.

Clemens seemed quite excited and was about to say something to him, but Ronan raised his hand to stop him.

Ronan walked quickly to Caroni and the other man 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 master Aqido next to him also had a smile on his face, and looked at him with more and more fondness.

"I thought if you wanted to have a chance of defeating Damian, you should at least use the power of your ancient bloodline."

Karoni said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be even better than I expected. You accomplished this amazing feat without using your bloodline."

"Your ice magic heritage has traces of ice wizards from the Far North. Did it come from there?"

Aqido also asked casually.

Ronan did not want to accept the praise and reply from the two, but simply shook his head and said: “I did not completely defeat Damian.

He conceded defeat on his own initiative.”

"Um?!"

Caroni and the other two were slightly stunned, "What do you mean?"

Ronan described in detail to the two of them what happened at the end of the battle with Damian.

After saying this, he looked up in the direction of the Palace of Thorns, but couldn't find Damian.

After "losing" the battle with him, this person seemed "extremely ashamed" and directly chose to "leave".

To others, it seemed like a normal reaction, because Damian was the first level three to be defeated by a level two. He was the greatest hope of the Palace of Thorns, but he also brought shame to the Palace of Thorns.

After Damian was eliminated, it was almost hopeless for the Thorn Palace to get a good ranking in this competition. At this moment, everyone in the Thorn Palace had an extremely ugly look on their faces.

“It may not be what you think”

After listening to Ronan's story, Caroni hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "Maybe this is what Damian wants to see."

Ronan frowned. "Ring Master, do you mean that he deliberately admitted defeat in this way in order to make me suspicious?"

"Ah."

Caroni nodded. "Perhaps he still has some fighting power, but he still feels that he can't defeat you, so he simply uses this method to give you the illusion that he has not lost. After all, many people know that you have the power of bloodline that you have not yet used, right?"

"A veteran genius like Damian, who has lived for nearly a hundred years, has a much deeper mind than you think."

Aqiduo also echoed and sneered: "I have seen too many similar tricks. If you are really disturbed by him, then he will really succeed.
Anyway, you just need to remember one thing, in this situation, no one will easily admit defeat without any reason, not to mention that he has to sacrifice his reputation as a third-level wizard for this..."

"Ok."

Ronan seemed convinced.

"Prepare well for the next competition, Damien. We are all optimistic about you."

Caroni encouraged him a few more words, and Ronan nodded, then walked to the side and sat down alone. He looked calm, but his heart was still shrouded in a faint haze.

Is it really as Caroni and the others said, that the final surrender in the previous battle was just Damian's pretense?
he does not know.

But I always feel that things are not that simple.

Because of his practice and body building, Ronan has a keen intuition that is beyond the reach of ordinary people and even incomprehensible to ordinary wizards.

Ronan raised his head and looked around the entire competition venue.

The competition on the ring is still going on and everything seems normal.

But he smelled a faint scent of conspiracy from it.

But I don’t know why or where it came from.

Ronan couldn't help feeling a little annoyed for a moment.

His eyes repeatedly searched the scene, but still couldn't find Damian.

But he accidentally met the gaze of a young man on the other side of the Molten Crystal Lake, who was as hot and domineering as the magma lake.

Ignatius.

The other party looked at him coldly. Compared with the initial disgust and hostility, there seemed to be some indescribable strangeness in Ignatius' eyes when he looked at him.

He sneered at Ronan, then slowly looked away.

Thinking of Clemens's reminder to him before the competition, Ronan had a guess in his mind -

"Could it be that Damian and this guy reached some kind of agreement and 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 shook his head again, thinking that this possibility was unlikely.

Because just for this, to bribe a third-level wizard and make him willingly bear the humiliation of being defeated by a second-level wizard, and even the possibility of being punished by the forces behind him, wouldn't the price he needs to pay be too high?
Amidst the constant guessing and thinking, the second round of competition ended unknowingly.

In the second round of competition, Ronan only focused on the competition between the third-level wizard geniuses.

However, due to the huge gap between them and their opponents, they couldn't see anything. Most of the third-level wizards could quickly resolve the battle with just one or two spells.

Angele, whom he paid "special attention" to, only used an ordinary second-level [Shadow Scythe] spell in both rounds of competition.

It was obvious that he had mastered this spell to the "master level". When he cast it, it was like countless cool crescent moons hanging from the dense dark clouds. The rich power of the domain spread out, cutting through the opponent's defense in just a few moves, and then declaring the fight over.

Jupiter of the Thunder Council was even more exaggerated. When he made a move, only flashes of lightning could be seen. After it became bright, he returned to his original position, as if he had not moved his body from beginning to end. However, his opponent on the ring had already fallen down with a charred body and paralysis.

The other third-level geniuses are almost the same. Each of them has his own style, and their trump cards are still well hidden.

When the sun rose on the fourth day, the third round of competition began.

The colorful 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 beam of light that enveloped him.
"A bye?!"

Ronan was a little stunned, then slowly sat down under the envious gazes from all directions.

There were fifteen candidates left in the third round, and one person would indeed be given a bye, but Ronan did not expect that the lucky one would be him.

The third round was probably the one that ended the fastest and was the least eventful. The remaining few level three geniuses on the field "cleverly" avoided each other, each dealt with their opponents, and went directly and quickly into the fourth round.

In this round, Ronan and Orion entered the top eight from the French Tour.

"Damien, relax and fight your best.

Whatever the result is, it is the best result for us.”

Ronan stood in front of the stage slowly, listening to Caroni's instructions. Caroni was right. Even if he lost in the next match, the result of the French Tournament in this competition was something no one expected.

It was sunset on the fifth day.

Ronan looked at the orange sun disappearing little by little on the horizon where light and darkness met. As the day sank and the night rose, an inexplicable emotion slowly surged in his heart.

Looking back, the distribution of colored light balls has ended. One beam of light fell on him, and the other beam was selected.
Ronan's gaze moved forward, and finally stopped on a lazy young man with short brown hair, burgundy eyes, and an evil aura.

Angelet.

The battle he had been looking forward to and longing for finally arrived, but Ronan's heart was unusually calm.

On the contrary, Angele seemed a little surprised that this battle came so early.

He stood up from the gorgeous black high-back chair with a somewhat stunned expression, looked up at the sky, then looked at Ronan with a smile on his face that Ronan could not understand.

While shaking his head, he slowly walked towards the competition arena.

Ronan followed closely, stepping up 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 lot of images flashed through Ronan's mind quickly.

All about his previous encounters with Angelet, and the mysterious potion that changed his fate.
Unconsciously, a faint fighting spirit ignited in Ronan's body. This fighting spirit was like a fire in the autumn wilderness. At first, there were only a few sparks, but it soon burned more and more vigorously until his pupils were ignited.

"Angel."

Ronan whispered the name.

But before he could say anything else, Angele interrupted him.

"I know what you want to say, I can feel your desire..."

Angele looked at him and spoke softly, "But unfortunately, my dear Ronan Damien.

The green fruit that broke into my back garden.
I may have to disappoint you again."

"Uh"

Ronan was slightly startled, and the fighting spirit in his eyes suddenly stopped.

At this moment, he seemed to sense some unusual aura spreading from Angelet.

"thump!"

The heart in my chest beat violently.

Ronan's breathing became a little rapid, and he felt the ancient frost hydra blood crystal inserted in his heart trembling violently.

Angelet..
Angelet also has blood in him!
But the power he was slowly releasing did not seem to be directed at himself.

What does he mean?
What does he want to do?
"You are still a little bit away from being qualified to challenge me."

Angelet stretched out his hand, and with his index finger and thumb he made a small gesture of nothingness, with a strange and bizarre smile 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 vibrating was getting faster and faster. Ronan's expression was slightly distorted. He had a strong bad premonition and a vague sense of uneasiness. His instinct drove him to quickly approach Angele.

"what are you up to?"

Ronan growled at Angele in a hoarse voice.

Angelet did not answer, but just looked at him and smiled.

At this moment.

Angelet looked strikingly similar to when Ronan first saw him in the corpse garden.

Ronan gritted his teeth, and the metal formed by the nightmare tungsten steel and the silver of Neiman alloy condensed into a huge and dazzling half-moon sharp blade as he swung his arm. It shot towards Angele with a whistling sound, but was stopped by an invisible force halfway.

"I will wait for you at the Southern Wizarding Talent Gathering, at the position of Chief Wizard of Heramus."

At this time, Angelet's figure had expanded into a huge shadow, with a pair of pitch-black wings spread out behind him, as deep as the darkest night.

He looked at Ronan with a smile on his face, his mouth changing as he did before, and he said word by word: "Don't die before I see you next time.

Remember, this is a threat."

After saying this, Angelet's wings fluttered gently, and the blood crystal in Ronan's heart trembled to an extreme moment.
"Shh-"

It's like a TV screen suddenly turning off.

The shadow in front of Ronan suddenly shrank and disappeared, and Angelet's figure also disappeared at the same time.

Ronan stood there in a daze, his right hand still stretched forward, and he had not yet recovered from Angele's sudden departure.

The next second, a huge explosion was heard in another direction in the distance, accompanied by an unprecedented terrifying energy aftermath.

Then he caught a glimpse of flashes of lightning. Amidst the countless flashes of lightning, Jupiter, who had been sitting upright on the silver-white chair, high above like a "monarch", suddenly appeared in front of him.

His eyes were fixed on him, and then his face quickly turned pale and gray. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a huge bloody hole in the middle of his chest, as if it had been scratched by the claws of some bird.

Ronan took a step back in shock.

As they retreated, there was another horrifying burst of flames from the other side, along with even more violent energy shocks.

Roars, roars, the sounds of spells colliding and bombarding.
In the sky, there were six "Dawn Suns" hanging high and still. At this moment, one of them was as red as magma, and another was as green as emerald. Suddenly, they shone brightly, and then slammed into the other two "suns" nearby!
"Boom!"

A terrifying energy tide that could not be described in words rolled and spread in the sky. A voice containing anger, shock and incredible majesty sounded above his head. But before Ronan could hear clearly what the voice said, he felt something passing silently over his head.

He looked up suddenly and saw only a blurry figure.

The figure exuded an unparalleled gray light all over his body, becoming the seventh "sun" in the sky.

This grey sun kept expanding, like a giant mouth, slowly swallowing up the other six "Dawns" bit by bit.

"Resurrection...Saving the World"

"Praise, worship, follow!"

"The old day must be cleansed, and the new day will surely come"

"Praise His True Name!!"

"Om-"

Countless voices of men and women rang out at the same time, reciting the same strange, ancient spell in a loud voice. It seemed ethereal yet strange amid all the chaos and noise.

There is a silver lens-like light blooming in the night sky, and countless silver lights hang down like raindrops.

Ronan stood in the center of the huge competition arena, not far away from him was the seriously injured and dying Jupiter.

He looked dazed, staring blankly up at the sky enveloped by darkness, and unconsciously let out a low murmur.

"Damn it, Angelet, you're crazy!"

"What...what did you do again?!"

I will make up for yesterday's missed update today.

(End of this chapter)