Dark Horse, Taking a Seat, Ranking Battle Begins
"Why have I never seen this person before?"
"It's only at the early stage of level three, two whole minor realms below Andariel. So where did such a powerful and domineering Ice Magic inheritance come from in the south?"
"Not only is he a top-tier Ice Magic, but he also practices Metal Element, and I can even sense spatial magic fluctuations..."
Whispers rippled through the crowd, and almost every wizard present was filled with shock and disbelief.
When the battle for the Talent Seat in Helamus began, some might have thought that Andariel would be defeated, but no one expected that Andariel would be defeated in the first round, and by a mysterious wizard who was "unknown".
An inexplicable emotion, like a giant boulder that was growing larger and larger, slowly rolled around in the arena.
On the Blue Mist Society's side, although Claire had given them a "precautionary warning" beforehand, the geniuses from several mid-sized wizarding forces, led by Havide, were still greatly shocked. They looked at each other, speechless.
Even Claire herself, beneath her relatively calm exterior, was experiencing a storm of emotions within.
He knew Ronan was strong, and he also knew that after advancing to the third level, Ronan's strength would definitely improve again, but he did not expect him to be so powerful that he tore apart Andariel's "terrifying myth" in a single encounter.
"He probably hasn't learned third-tier spells yet."
Claire pursed her lips tightly and subconsciously looked at Orian beside her.
He noticed that Orian's eyes were somewhat blank and unfocused, as if he were thinking about something.
Ronan stood calmly high in the air, picked up Andariel's severed arm, pried open his clenched fingers, and took the grayish-white bone spur clutched in his palm.
In fact, he did not completely dodge the attack of the bone spikes. When the black light released by the bone spikes passed by, he was still affected to some extent.
The effect comes from the soul, and there is a slight burning sensation.
It's hard to imagine what his situation would be like if he had been completely hit by the ghostly light.
No wonder Andariel used it as a "trump card," and of course, now that "trump card" belongs to him.
Ronan stored the bone spike in his Space Ring, intending to check it later when he had time. He then looked up and saw Andariel, who was resting on a lit stone pillar in the distance.
During the battle, wizards who are not completely incapacitated will only have most of their soul Ash Smoke stripped away after a defeat, but they will still have the opportunity to continue participating in the competition.
So even after Andariel lost an arm, he was not "expelled." The Ash Smoke of his soul was so dense that even a small portion of it could light up the stone pillars, granting him the right to take his seat.
Ronan benefited greatly; the Ash Smoke plundered from Andariel condensed into a vast gray cloud behind him, and his Soul Power also increased dramatically.
At this moment, he had maintained the high-spirited state of "[Extremely Boiling Lake]" for a long time, which resulted in slight mental fatigue, but his overall condition was even better than before the battle with Andariel.
The fourth Spiritual Power Crystal, which had only recently condensed within his Consciousness Space, grew several times larger, and he even felt that he had reached the point where he could condense the fifth crystal.
"This battle isn't over yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Ronan had no intention of letting Andariel off the hook. As he spoke, he stepped through the void and walked towards Andariel step by step.
An invisible force slowly emanated from Ronan.
The wizards watching were all stunned by what they saw, and then their expressions suddenly became excited.
When had they ever seen Andariel provoked like this? When had they ever seen the once invincible Andariel forced into such a predicament? Many people breathed heavily, anticipating the moment when Andariel would finally be defeated.
"I admit I underestimated you. You've been holding back for a long time, haven't you? All for this moment."
On the stone pillar, Andariel, who had lost an arm, had a face so gloomy it was almost as if water could drip from it.
He looked at Ronan, took out a thick arm that seemed disproportionate to his size from his Space Ring, placed it on his shoulder, sprinkled some kind of powder on it, and quickly chanted a spell.
Soon, the newly reattached arm began to move freely, but it was different sizes compared to the other arm, making it look somewhat deformed and strange.
Andariel slowly took a step forward, emanating an aura that seemed even more terrifying than before.
Ronan was not surprised. As the person standing at the very top of the pyramid of young wizards in the South, Andariel was not going to be defeated by him so easily.
He definitely has other tricks up his sleeve, other trump cards yet. Once all the underestimation is put away, Andariel will be the most dangerous one next.
Of course, Ronan was also looking forward to it.
Ronan and Andariel faced each other from afar, their invisible auras rising and spreading from them, clashing in the void.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense again.
Almost everyone was focused on the battle, but at that moment, a sudden riot interrupted the impending war.
"Quick! There are only three spots left!"
Several wizards rushed toward the central stone pillar. Only then did many people realize that, without them noticing, the light curtain symbolizing the first round of the battle had shrunk to a close distance.
One wizard, who was so focused on watching the battle, was caught off guard and swept across the screen, instantly eliminated from the arena.
Suddenly, the scene became chaotic.
As the battle for seats has progressed, most of them have been decided, with only a few remaining vacant after Andariel seized them. There are now only three seats left.
When it came to their own safety, many wizards immediately abandoned their "spectator" mentality and rushed toward the remaining three stone pillars.
Many people rushed halfway before realizing that the Ash Smoke from their souls was insufficient to light the stone pillars, and a small-scale melee ensued.
The sudden chaos made Ronan frown. He saw Andariel looking at him with a cold smile, his lips moving as he said, "I'll be waiting for you in the ring, and I'll twist your head off bit by bit," before turning away with a cold expression, seemingly no longer looking at him.
Ronan quickly lost his will to fight; compared to defeating Andariel again, the upcoming Wizards ranking game was clearly more important.
Now, the Ash Smoke emanating from his soul is as vast as clouds, more than enough to light up a stone pillar.
Given Andariel's broken arm as a cautionary tale, no one on the field dares to challenge Ronan now.
He flew toward a stone pillar, and the wizards near the pillar immediately dispersed, with no one stopping this terrifying [Southern Region] New Star from taking his seat.
Ronan didn't rush to light up the stone pillar, but instead turned his gaze towards the Blue Mist Society and the others.
He wouldn't mind giving Orian a spot too, but after witnessing his battle with Andariel, Orian seemed to have lost much of his edge. When Ronan looked at him questioningly, Orian simply shook his head slowly.
However, the Blue Mist Society's president, Havide, standing beside him, had a restless expression on his face.
A moment later.
The light curtain stopped contracting, and in the center of the Fairy Ancient City, all thirty-two towering pillars of light lit up.
The Fairy Ancient City, which had been in a hazy and indistinct state, suddenly became clear and real at this moment, and the barrier between the inside and outside of space seemed to be completely broken.
The eliminated wizards retreated one by one, revealing the figures of tens of thousands of wizards waiting to watch the battle outside the city.
The vast ancient city slowly sank beneath countless shrinking, colorful streams of light, leaving only thirty-two magnificent white pillars of light between heaven and earth.
With all of Helamus's geniuses in attendance, the climax of this grand event was about to begin.
"Thank you, Damien."
After this battle concludes, I will gather all members of the Blue Mist Society and elect you as its president.
Havide stood on an adjacent stone platform and bowed to Ronan from a distance to express his gratitude.
Ronan shook his head and said nothing.
He ultimately secured a spot for Havide, and with him, Blue Mist Society now has two members in the top 32, which is a very good result.
Right now, it seems we're in the preparation phase for the upcoming battle for seat rankings.
In the thirty-two seats, everyone was silently preparing and waiting.
Many eyes were on Ronan, whose battle with Andariel had exceeded many people's expectations, and many were surprised by his sudden emergence as a dark horse.
Ronan followed the gaze that was scrutinizing him and looked back at each person. The first person he saw was Serena.
Rumor has it that Serena was the first person to light up the pillar, and she didn't face any challenges afterward.
The top talents in the first tier all tacitly avoided conflict in the first round of the competition. Even Andariel only seized a spot and reaped the rewards from the second-tier talents in the final stage.
The premature clash between Ronan and Andariel was definitely an accident; he wouldn't have needed to step on such a heavy stepping stone to rise to power.
At this moment, the Princess from the Central Life Royal Court maintained her haughty demeanor as always, looking at Ronan with a very calm gaze.
That look made Ronan very uncomfortable.
He knew very well that someone like Serena would never look at him with the same eye unless he thoroughly thwarted her in the area she was most proud of.
If there is an opportunity
Ronan lowered his eyes, avoiding Serena's gaze.
He really wanted to try doing that.
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