What Grade Is Your Bloodline, That You Dare Provoke Me Again and Again?

"Damien's bloodline is also very powerful, but it is purely powerful."

Facing that person from the Molten Crystal Lake, I felt a profound, soul-deep sense of shame—a feeling I had never experienced when facing Damien.

Clemens wasn't sure if Debby would understand his explanation; in fact, even he himself couldn't accurately describe the subtle differences.

This difference is like the different feelings a commoner has when facing a warrior stronger than himself and a nobleman of higher status.

Clemens thus concluded that Ronan's bloodline might not be as strong as that of the orange-gold-eyed youth.

"Is Damien not as good as him?"

Debby muttered something under his breath, then looked up at the water screen projection in front of him, and said with some worry, "But this guy seems to have his eye on Damien. He seems eager to meet Damien in the arena. I heard that his name is Igor, and he is the younger brother of the strongest person in this generation of Molten Crystal Lake. The two of them share the same bloodline."

"Although this guy has a powerful bloodline, Damien's strength is not bad, and with the added boost from the magic weapon set, even if we face him, we might not be without a chance. Hmm?!"

Clemens was speaking softly when he suddenly felt a slight commotion around him and Debby's sudden pause beside him. He instinctively looked toward the magical projection.

Upon seeing the footage on the field, Clemens' eyes immediately widened in shock, a look of utter disbelief appearing on his face, his brows furrowing deeply.

"What kind of rule is this?"

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky to one side, and saw the profile of the Third Magic Ring Master, Caloni. After seeing the sudden change in the scene, his face seemed to darken rapidly.

Among the Third Level Wizard leading the four wizard factions, only the bald wizard from Molten Crystal Lake gradually broke into a smile.

"Whoosh—"

A thin, silvery-white beam of light suddenly [Penetration] the light shield of the Rune Array and landed on Ronan.

Ronan, who was subconsciously touching his left blue diamond earring in an attempt to summon the [Winter Homeland] artifact set, suddenly discovered that the earring's power was forcibly sealed by a powerful restrictive force, and he was unable to summon it at all.

Not only that, all the other magical artifacts and equipment he was wearing were also unusable.

Of course, this ban is not only targeting him.

The level two wizards of the Thorn Palace standing opposite him, as well as the wizards on other platforms who were preparing to start the battle, were also affected by this restrictive force.

Each person's magical artifacts are unusable; they can only rely on their own pure power.

This appears to be a new rule added in the second round of succession selection.

After a brief moment of surprise and silence, the tranquility of the arena was broken by the loud laughter of a certain "madman" from the Molten Crystal Lake on a platform.

Raging flames rose, and bursts of magical explosions rang out. Accompanied by the opponents' low growls of shock and anger, the second round of inheritance selection officially began.

The second-level wizard of the Thorn Palace, Ronan's opponent, possessed the qualities of a top elite. He quickly adjusted his state and launched an attack on Ronan immediately.

"[Ground Spike Ball!] "

He chanted a long incantation and raised his hand, scattering a large patch of dense black dots towards Ronan.

As the black dot drew closer, Ronan realized it resembled the seed of some kind of plant.

As soon as the seeds landed, they quickly sprouted into large patches of strange, vine-like plants on the smooth, mirror-like ground.

After these magical plants grow, they twist into a ball, their pure black branches covered with long, equally black thorns. Once formed, they roll rapidly in all directions like a "rolling ball."

Each spiked ball released intense and extremely unstable energy fluctuations. Despite its [Fortify] sheen, it seemed as if it could explode at any moment upon touching something.

Faced with this overwhelming net of spiked balls, Ronan remained expressionless, took a small half-step back, and then spread his arms out to the sides, making an outstretched arm motion. One after another, ice spells silently appeared around him, and the restrained magical fluctuations caused the void and light around him to appear as if they had collapsed.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to transform into an invisible black hole, absorbing and drawing in all the light, heat, and air around him. Just as this sense of contraction and collapse reached its extreme, "Boom!"

A terrifying cold wave spread out, and beams of deep blue light burst forth from Ronan's body.

Ronan was bathed in brilliant blue light, with three Extraordinary Magic Domain overlapping and swirling around him. His white hair stood on end, and a torrent of despairing, icy aura surged wildly from beneath his robes.

He took a small step forward, and the Ground Spike Ball that had been darting around him immediately froze, covered in layers of frost, hanging in various corners of the air like huge black ice balls.

"Tundra, Frozen Earth"

"My [My Kingdom]!"

Ronan walked forward step by step, speaking calmly.

The sound was like the howling of the winter wind sweeping across the Snow Field, or like the distant wailing of an ice demon in the snowy night.

Second-tier ice spell – [Voice of Cold].

Ice spikes resembling thorny icicles, along with fist-sized vortexes of ice and snow, sprang up wildly from the ground and the void with Ronan's every step, instantly covering the entire mirror platform.

The ground spike balls that had previously occupied the platform were all frozen in place. Although they then exploded one after another under the control of the second-level wizard of the Thorn Palace, the power generated by the explosions was quickly covered and concealed by the layers of accumulated ice and snow.

The banning of the [Winter Homeland] magic item set, the inability to activate the "Yarlis Ice Ring Necklace", and the inability to use any magic items that could originally be used to amplify Ice Magic, left Ronan with a slight sense of loss, as if the "version's chosen one" had been "severely nerfed".

But.

With the blessing of the [Mirrorlight] talisman, the extreme cold domain of the pseudo "Six Law Domains Overlapping" and "Eighteen Spell Anchor" remains powerful.

Furthermore, with his spiritual power purified once, far surpassing his peers, and the invisible amplification from the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline within him, he still possesses the ability to directly confront a late-stage level two opponent even without any Ice Magic!

Even two second-tier metals— Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neumann Metal —that are merely used as mediums for casting spells and are not considered proper magical tools, can still be used.

Ronan's abilities as a level two Metal Element wizard were not affected in the slightest.

Just as Ronan was about to advance the domain further, and two Silver White Metal flowed into his palms, about to condense into a weapon shape, a calm voice came from the swirling snow ahead.

"I concede."

"Well"

Ronan paused for a moment.

Through the wind and snow, he saw his opponent, a level two Thorn Palace wizard, calmly concede defeat, then turn and walk towards the edge of the platform. However, the figure of him, shrouded in wind and snow, carried a hint of unspeakable resentment and desolation.

Ronan suddenly realized that everyone's magical artifacts and equipment had been sealed, including even spatial storage items.

Many powerful plant-based spells require a medium, and most Plant-Type Wizard carry the seeds they use in their storage containers. Sealing these seeds is practically like cutting off half of their lifeline.

The Thorn Palace wizard he fought, the seed of the Ground Spike Ball he just used to cast a spell... might just be the only fighting weapon he has left.

Ronan then realized that he wasn't the one who had been nerfed the most by the "version".

His opponent is the real one.

Ronan's battle had just ended, and his opponent hadn't even completely left the stage when suddenly, "Boom!"

A massive pillar of fire suddenly descended, its crimson edges tinged with orange-gold flames, instantly engulfing the entire platform.

The Rune Array fluctuated violently, blocking all the power of the flames outside the array, while a scorching heat seeped in slightly. In the center of the platform, which was shrouded in flames, Ronan pressed his right hand tightly against his chest, breathing heavily.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

He was breathing deeply, as if he was trying to control something.

Nobody saw it.

Ronan lowered his eyelids, and his originally azure eyes gradually turned a faint scarlet, with the pupils in the middle showing a tendency to elongate and become vertical.

Amidst the scattered white hair, dark blue, snake-scale-like patterns quickly appeared on the edges of her cheeks and neck, then gradually disappeared.

A faint aura of violence, evil, cruelty, and dominance emanated from him like invisible smoke, or like magma flowing restlessly beneath a thick layer of ice. Finally...

As the flames surrounding him subsided, Ronan's unusual condition gradually calmed down.

He slowly lowered his hand from his chest, raised his head, and his deep, lake-like eyes reflected a figure on another platform not far away, a figure as arrogant and flamboyant as a flame.

The young man with orange-gold eyes was facing him, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing his white teeth, as if he were silently warning him something.

At this point, the mirror platform he was on began to move closer to and merge with another platform, eventually forming a higher and larger platform.

A pale-faced, sinister-looking Black Robe Wizard, with a Double-Tailed Scorpion tattooed on his left cheek, stood before him.

"[Evil Poison Carnival]!"

Without a word, the wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp summoned a spell, unleashing a powerful magical aura.

Immediately following, an endless swarm of black insects flew out from beneath his robes, buzzing and spreading like a boundless, thick cloud.

Ronan seemed oblivious to this scene, his mind still lingering on the image of the young man from before.

He watched as the terrifying swarm of magical insects drew ever closer, threatening to engulf him.

Ronan closed his eyes, then opened them again, his face finally returning to complete calm.

He looked up at the swarm of magical insects that were right in front of him and made a horizontal gesture with his hand.

This stroke seemed to carve a long, invisible slit in the void, from which endless mysterious energy leaked out.

Immediately afterwards, two mysterious and beautiful seven-colored tranquil rivers appeared out of nowhere in the field.

One above the other, they approach each other, merge into one, and form an even more magnificent and vast rainbow.

"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, [The Schubert's Seven-Colored River]!"

"[Mirrorlight], [Double Torrent]!"

Ronan pointed a finger, and the seven-colored rainbow surged forward, silently sweeping away and engulfing everything. "The fourth type of domain power, and it's a domain power approaching the second resonance realm!"

Outside the secret realm, the Green Robe Witch of the Thorn Palace, who was just complaining about how unfair the "new rules" for inheritance selection were to Plant-Type Wizard, suddenly showed a surprised expression on her face and tried to cover her mouth.

Almost simultaneously, Caloni, who was standing right next to her, quietly took half a step forward, seemingly wanting to see the image projected on the spell more clearly.

The two stared at the same scene in silence for a long time, until finally, the silence was broken once again by the Green Robe Witch.

"Aqi Duo do to his illegitimate son?"

She turned to look at Caloni beside her, blinked, and said, "Is he planning to... groom him into a second Orian?"

Caloni's eye twitched slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Aqi Duo said it's not his offspring."

"Of course, it's impossible to admit to something like this now."

The Green Robe Witch waved her hand dismissively, "Just wait and see. Once this kid's reputation as a genius spreads and he reaches or approaches the level of your Orian Arcane Circle, he'll definitely come running to you with his tail between his legs to show off again."

"."

Caloni was speechless.

Suddenly, the Green Robe Witch threw several things at him, Caloni instinctively caught.

After checking, a hint of relaxation and joy appeared in his eyes.

"Thanks."

The Green Robe Witch shook her head. "It's a bet, you have to accept the loss. These messy rules are just too unfriendly to us Plant-Type Wizard."

Caloni casually put the item back into his Space Ring, and was considering whether to offer some words of comfort when the Green Robe Witch spoke to him instead, saying, "Don't be too happy yet."

"Um?"

"In the final match, it's just this kid and that monster from the Molten Crystal Lake left."

The Green Robe Witch narrowed her eyes, glanced in a certain direction, and said calmly, "With magic tools restricted and without the support of a magic tool set, even with magic domain techniques close to the second stage of resonance, the probability of this kid being able to defeat the opponent is very low. And don't forget, the people from that family in the Molten Crystal Lake are all monsters who act recklessly and without regard for the consequences."

He also happened to have his eye on Aqi Duo's son, who majored in Ice Magic. What if that kid gets hurt inside? Do you think Aqi Duo will come after you for dead?

"Well"

Upon hearing these words, Caloni's expression Stasis slightly.

He subconsciously turned his head to look in one direction, only to meet a meaningful look from the bald wizard of Molten Crystal Lake. The latter quickly turned his face away, but Caloni's expression quickly darkened.

"Click-clack—"

Inside the Secret Realm Space, the last two mirrored platforms suspended in mid-air gradually rose and slowly moved closer together, as if they were about to merge into one.

Two figures stood at opposite ends of the platform.

A young man dressed in a crimson robe had a wicked smile on his face. His body seemed to be trembling slightly, and his naturally hanging hands were waving incessantly.

But only those familiar with young people know that this is not due to fear or nervousness, but rather a strong sense of anticipation and excitement that makes them tremble.

Madman.

Igor.

As this selection process for the next generation continues, details about the young people's identities are gradually becoming known.

The other party was no nobody. On the contrary, he came from a prestigious and renowned family in Molten Crystal Lake. The bloodline flowing through this family almost supported half of Molten Crystal Lake's prestige in the Southernmost Land!

The last person to inherit this bloodline... still occupies the top position among the younger generation of wizarding geniuses in Molten Crystal Lake.

Compared to Igor, his opponent seemed rather ordinary.

A little-known genius boy from the Arcane Circle.

Although he is also a prodigy with exceptional talent, the abilities he has demonstrated along the way have continuously pushed the limits of others' understanding of his talent and strength.

But how can a genius in the ordinary sense be compared with a "madman" who has bloodline and cannot be measured by common sense? Moreover, there is a significant difference between the two in terms of mental strength.

Under the rules that prevent the use of magical artifacts and equipment, this battle seems tailor-made for Igor relies solely on his bloodline!

"Buzz—"

Finally, the two platforms officially merged into one new and larger platform. Igor, standing at one end of the platform, trembled to an exaggerated degree.

His shoulders twitched repeatedly, accompanied by a somewhat neurotic smile, and his entire being radiated a fiery aura tinged with madness.

"Finally, this is the day I've been waiting for."

Igor spoke softly and began to walk forward.

With each step he took forward, crimson-gold light emanated from his body, transforming into flames that flowed outwards like water.

Then it climbed higher and higher, as if it were a city wall, a tower, and waves of flames. The flames grew more and more numerous, climbing higher and higher, and the crimson gold color spread in all directions, quickly covering the entire platform. The temperature on the platform rose higher and higher, and large swaths of air were distorted by the heat. This crimson color and distortion continued to extend forward...

Even through a layer of magical projection, the many wizards watching from the outside of the secret realm could feel the terrifying power contained in this vast flame, and their eyes couldn't help but be moved.

"You hid it very well."

Igor entire body was almost entirely enveloped in orange-gold, made a sniffing motion, looking at the boy in front of him who had been keeping his head down and clutching his chest without moving since he stepped onto the stage, and said with a wicked smile, "But I still managed to smell it... that hateful scent of the Frost Bloodline..."

I feel like vomiting if I smell it for even a second longer!

Igor initially spoke softly and slowly, but suddenly his expression turned ferocious and manic.

He lunged at the boy in front of him, and the countless flames burning wildly behind and around him also became incredibly violent and frenzied at almost the same time!

In an instant, the scene resembled an Ancient Fire Demon enraged, silently opening its blood-red maw, about to devour the frail, pitiful boy before it. But just then...

"Boom!"

The slender figure at the mouth of the "Flame Demon" vanished abruptly, followed by an indescribable, terrifying force that pierced through the entire platform like a comet.

Igor, still in his ferocious and crazed state, didn't even have time to react before he was suddenly grabbed by a force and pushed backward, forcefully parting a vacuum of fire through the crimson-gold flames that spread throughout the area, and finally slamming down hard onto the Rune Array light shield at one edge of the platform! An ancient, evil, noble, and domineering aura spread out, suppressing and extinguishing the endless flames on the platform in the blink of an eye.

Ancient frost descended from the sky, and the crimson, scorching platform was plunged from the Yan Xia into the desolate depths of winter in an instant.

Amidst this snowstorm that seemed to have originated from ancient times, a graceful and slender figure stood tall and graceful in mid-air.

His long, dark blue hair, reaching his waist, billowed high behind him, and snake-scale-like patterns covered his entire body Ronan gripped Igor's neck tightly with one hand, pinning him against the high wall in the void. His scarlet, eerie vertical eyes were close to Igor's cheek, staring directly into Igor's eyes, and he uttered a hoarse voice that could no longer suppress his violent and frenzied state.

"What exactly is your bloodline?"

"How dare you provoke me like this time and time again?!"

"Could it be... that he's truly not afraid of death?"

"Ugh ugh ugh—"

Igor's eyes widened, the madness on his face long gone, leaving only an intense, almost tangible, look of shock and fear.

He seemed to want to say something, but with his neck being choked, he could only let out strange whimpering sounds.

Right now.

Beyond the secret realm, on the vast Mirror Lake.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt as if an Invisible Hand had gripped their throats.

For a long while, not a single person made a sound.