Why Does the Seventh Magic Ring Have Someone Like This?

"You should know who sent me to find you, right?"

The Green-Eyed Wizard suddenly calmed down and spoke to Ronan, as if he wanted to reconfirm something.

Ronan smiled but did not answer. Instead, he raised his two swords and crossed them.

Just like the opening stance of the most elegant and composed court swordsmanship.

Ronan slowly slashed his twin swords at an angle towards the Green-Eyed Wizard, while casually uttering, "Torrent."

In an instant, countless mysterious and powerful energies surged from his body and from his twin swords.

More than two hundred pure black particles, resembling miniature black holes, were generated out of thin air.

Ronan's slow, sweeping sword strikes were like the dam of a dam rising in the sky, unleashing an indescribable, powerful, and terrifying black Torrent that surged forward!

The Green-Eyed Wizard's pupils contracted instantly, his expression turning ashen as if he'd swallowed a hundred flies. He staggered backward in a flash, his level-two mental energy surging at a high frequency. Countless metal fragments flew out from beneath his robes, turning silver, and then coalesced into a massive, glowing umbrella-like structure, releasing intense magical fluctuations, layer upon layer. "Boom boom boom!"

The surging black Torrent crashed straight into the silver umbrella array. The energy particles collided, and the light of the huge, glowing silver umbrella shield suddenly went out. It was destroyed layer by layer. However, the broken glowing metal quickly condensed in the last layer to form a new umbrella defense.

Just as the momentum of the black Torrent was weakening, the Green-Eyed Wizard had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of a blurry figure breaking through the heavy energy aftershocks and rapidly approaching him on the black Torrent.

"[[Heavy Lead Feather]]!"

The Green-Eyed Wizard almost growled as he uttered a few short incantations, and his cheeks suddenly lit up with dazzling runes.

A terrifying spiritual force emanated from his body, drawing in countless free energy particles. Large swaths of lead-gray in the air converged, forming countless dense gray feathers that floated in mid-air. Then, a figure enveloped in blazing white flames suddenly burst forth and charged straight into the area where the lead-gray feathers were falling.

The first feather landed on him, and his figure paused slightly.

He raised his twin swords, and a ghostly blue Spell Breaking Flame shot out with them. One by one, lead-gray feathers withered and dissipated, but many more feathers fell onto his body.

With each additional lead-gray feather that became stained, the white figure appeared heavier, and its speed noticeably decreased.

As a large number of feathers fell, the white figure was completely enveloped by the surging leaden gray, and its form came to a complete standstill.

The Green-Eyed Wizard breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately began casting the next spell.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!"

Just how many Extraordinary Magic Domain did he master?! That bastard Travis! He made me offend a genius of this caliber without my knowledge; that mere reward can't make up for it!!

The Green-Eyed Wizard roared in anger in his heart, but his hands kept moving.

Under the guidance of magic, the silver metallic fragments that had been scattered in the air before condensed again, each drop glittering and releasing terrifying energy fluctuations. Soon, a huge and dazzling arrow was about to take shape.

However, at that moment, the Green-Eyed Wizard inexplicably felt a strong pang of heart palpitation.

It was as if a pair of giant hands had suddenly gripped his heart tightly!

He looked up abruptly, his eyes wide with alarm, his contracted pupils reflecting only a figure completely enveloped in blazing flames! "Boom!"

A terrifying Spirit Force, whether cold or hot, spread out, like a blazing steel furnace. An invisible wind blew away all the leaden gray, and under the surging energy, the Green-Eyed Wizard involuntarily squinted.

In the blur, he saw a tall and slender figure walking towards him, which then vanished in a flash.

Before he could catch a glimpse of that figure again, the powerful mental energy of a level two wizard had already begun frantically sending out warning signals! "Pop!"

A streak of silver flashed across the sky like lightning. The energy [Protection], spontaneously activated by the level two wizard, suddenly appeared and was easily punctured like a bubble by the silver mist longsword interwoven with the dense and mysterious power of the magic domain.

The imposing sharpness so close at hand made the Green-Eyed Wizard's eyelids twitch violently. Runes on his neck lit up again, and a patch of liquid metal, gleaming with a silvery-white luster, rapidly spread across the skin of his cheek. "Snap!"

The Silver White Metal had just covered the Green-Eyed Wizard's face when his left cheek was struck hard by the spine of a longsword. Without uttering a sound, he was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing headfirst into the muddy ground below.

The one who instigated this brutal act, however, was looking down at his sword-wielding hands with gleaming eyes, muttering to himself, "So, the [[Immaculate Body]] can grant immunity to negative magical curses... Immaculate, Immaculate, has this other meaning too."

He had barely finished speaking to himself when his figure blurred and disappeared again.

Then, as if by teleportation, he appeared in front of the Green-Eyed Wizard who had just struggled to pull himself out of the mud.

He casually raised his hand and brandished his longsword like a whip. "Bang!"

The Green-Eyed Wizard, who had just regained his footing, was launched like a cannonball once again. However, before he could land, another silver sword strike followed closely behind.

"Bang! Bang! Crash!"

The Green-Eyed Wizard was like a ball being kicked around, his body constantly changing direction and position in the air.

He did try to resist, but the longsword was imbued with a terrifying [Great Strength] that almost drove people to despair, and a mysterious magical domain that could easily break through all his magical defenses. All his resistance was in vain.

The so-called level two, when mental strength can no longer be an advantage and spells cannot be summoned, can only become a punching bag to be beaten.

After countless lashes, he finally shouted, "Stop!!"

The silver longsword, tearing through the air, abruptly stopped just inches from the Green-Eyed Wizard's face. The tip of the sword, so close yet shrouded in silver mist and trembling slightly, made the Green-Eyed Wizard's eyelids twitch wildly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, the Green-Eyed Wizard was covered in a layer of silver metallic medium, which appeared pitted and uneven, like a humanoid Metal Puppet that had been crushed and broken.

His cheeks, in particular, were so swollen they looked like two huge, freshly baked silver loaves of bread.

The Green-Eyed Wizard stared in fear at the cold, handsome white-haired boy in front of him. Before he could think of anything to say, the boy threw something at him.

"Open."

The Green-Eyed Wizard instinctively caught it, and when he looked down, he realized it was a Storage Waist Pouch, and it looked so familiar that it was his.

His face twitched as he gritted his teeth and erased his own mental energy imprint from the Storage Waist Pouch, then slowly "returned" it.

The white-haired youth seemed quite satisfied with his cooperation, his Silver Mist Dual Swords hanging naturally in his hands as he calmly said to him, "Tell Travis when you get back."

I'll go find him soon.

The Green-Eyed Wizard took a deep breath, glanced at the white-haired boy one last time, and then turned away. The spiritual energy emanating from his body was still as strong as the sun, but this sun had been knocked down more than once... and now it flew away unsteadily without looking back.

The Green-Eyed Wizard's figure completely disappeared into the air.

The invisible and oppressive aura emanating from the white-haired youth gradually subsided, the blazing white flames extinguished, and the icy chill dissipated. The spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the mid-stage of the first level reappeared.

The Silver Mist Dual Swords melted in his hands, transforming back into black armbands.

He gracefully and calmly put his robe back on, concealing all his sharp edge, and once again became an ordinary first-level wizard.

However, with a simple turn, his blue eyes swept indifferently over the people around him, yet it still made—

The entire audience fell silent.

The only sound here is the soft rustling of the decaying leaves on the ground in the gentle breeze.

Ronan put away the Brain-Eating Flower that was sealed by the icy aura, and then walked straight to the group of First Magic Ring Arcane Circle. Under the gaze of the wizards who were completely stunned and lost in thought, he carefully considered his tone and spoke to a Ponytail Witch with a blank expression.

"Can we find a place to have a brief chat?"

The Ponytail Witch stood there stunned for several seconds before she seemed to finally understand what Ronan was saying to her.

"Whoosh—"

A deep blush quickly spread across her fair, fairly pretty face. The sudden surge of surprise and embarrassment left her somewhat at a loss for what to do.

"Okay, fine. Where do you want to go?"

"Come with me."

Ronan's expression softened, and he gave a soft greeting before taking to the air. The Ponytail Witch obediently left the group and followed behind him.

In the blink of an eye, their figures disappeared into the distance on the horizon.

Even after the two had completely left, the battlefield remained deathly silent.

A silent yet immense emotion seemed to be slowly rolling through the air, relentlessly crushing the hearts of every Arcane Circle on the field.

I don't know how much time has passed.

As this inexplicable emotion began to fade, a murmured voice finally broke the silence.

"Is this guy really just First Level Wizard?"

"Just how many kinds of Extraordinary Magic Domain powers does he possess?"

"How can First Level Wizard easily defeat two level two wizards?"

The muttering voice came from a small group in the Second Magic Ring, from a dazed blond youth.

Velen.

At this moment, Velen's pride as a once-great genius wizard at the late stage of the first level seemed to have been completely shattered, and he was plunged into a state of anxiety and uncertainty.

"Beyonce! Beyonce!"

He suddenly grabbed a beautiful, wheat-skinned witch beside him, shaking her shoulders nervously, and said urgently, "He really is from the Seventh Magic Ring?!... Help me, Beyonce! I think he might hold a grudge against me. I really shouldn't have treated him that way before. I need a chance to apologize to him in person!"

Velen's excited and incoherent voice echoed in the quiet room, reaching the ears of everyone present.

I don't know who said it in a low voice.

"Seven Rings... How could Seven Rings possibly possess such a monstrous talent..."

This statement carries a hint of amazement, skepticism, and a touch of envy and bitterness that are hard to define.

"Call!"

A figure shimmering in silver rushed out of an exit of a Secret Realm Space.

As soon as he came out, he quickly twirled a seemingly inconspicuous ring on his right little finger.

A faint spatial energy fluctuation emanated, and the figure produced several bottles of pale red potions in his hand. He quickly unscrewed the caps and haphazardly gulped them down.

As the medicine took effect, a series of faint but frequent cracking sounds came from the figure's body.

The sound continued for a long time before the figure's panic and fear gradually subsided.

The metallic silver sheen on his skin gradually faded, revealing a rugged face covered in red marks.

The Green-Eyed Wizard took out a small mirror and looked at himself. His face turned ugly. He subconsciously reached out to touch the red, striped sword marks on his face, but immediately winced in pain.

Damn it!

He cursed fiercely, his green eyes glowing like a ferocious, enraged wolf.

However, this ferocity was quickly suppressed by a strong sense of lingering fear and shock, leaving only a look of lingering apprehension on his face.

Where is the stuff?

Suddenly, a calm voice rang in the Green-Eyed Wizard's ear.

The silver metallic sheen that had just faded returned with lightning speed to climb back onto the Green-Eyed Wizard's face.

He turned around abruptly and saw a thin figure gradually appearing in the air like ink spreading on white paper.

A young, dark-haired man appeared before him.

He had a thin face, pale skin, and wore Silver Magic Robe with the Third Ring symbol. He also wore black diamond earrings on both earlobes, giving him a cold and profound aura.

Like a shadow that is constantly expanding and spreading, it relentlessly devours the surrounding light.

The Green-Eyed Wizard's eyes flashed rapidly when he saw the person in front of him.

He was silent for a moment before saying, "I didn't get it."

"He's just a mere level one kid whose mental strength hasn't even reached the late stage. Even if he has some talent and has comprehended an Extraordinary Magic Domain power, it shouldn't be enough to make a level two wizard like you fail, right?"

Reason. "

The young man's eyes were cold. "I need a reasonable explanation."

The Green-Eyed Wizard's eyes were still flickering, and he said in a low voice, "Bad luck, I just happened to run into another wizard of the same level here."

That kid's cunning; he slipped away while I was fighting with him."

"Same level?"

The young man's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Who is it?"

"Fourth Ring, his name is Colin Toby. A very arrogant guy with some real ability."

The Green-Eyed Wizard answered quickly, his indignant tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

When the young man heard the Green-Eyed Wizard reveal the other party's exact identity, a cold glint flashed in his dark eyes.

A moment later, the coldness subsided quite well.

"Never mind."

He spoke calmly and expressionlessly, "I'll handle this myself."

Next time, I'll do it myself.

As he spoke, he began to merge into the air, his figure slowly enveloped by shadows, becoming blurred and disappearing.

Once the young man's presence had completely disappeared, the Green-Eyed Wizard's expression turned violent and ferocious.

"Pah! Bastard."

"You tricked me first, so don't blame me for tricking you back."

The Green-Eyed Wizard spat several times at the spot where the young man had left, a cold, mocking smile on his face.

"To be opponents to such a monster, I hope you can maintain this arrogant and conceited attitude the next time I see you. Heh."

After saying this, the Green-Eyed Wizard left quickly with a sullen face.

Ronan led the Ponytail Witch, whom he had "recruited" from the First Magic Ring Wizards group, directly out of the "Damp Jungle" Secret Realm Space, until they flew to a secluded and deserted valley before landing.

Turning around, I saw the Ponytail Witch with her head down, clutching the hem of her robe with both hands, looking nervous and a little shy.

Ronan blinked, not yet figuring out how to tell the girl his purpose, when he heard her whisper, "Why me?"

We've only just met, and we haven't even exchanged a single word before... Actually, I've always felt that I'm just very, very ordinary."

Ronan: "???"