The Weak Should Receive Preferential Treatment, Lucky One, Lindis!

This is a magical artifact listed as "forbidden" in the Arcane Workshop. No one knows who its forger is. It was acquired by the Arcane Workshop by chance and is being used as his strongest trump card in this Talent Competition.

But probably none of the wizards in the Arcane Workshop expected that the "Blade of Taboo" would be used in the second round, and even after its use, they still couldn't win.

It left its opponent with a scar less than ten centimeters long, which has almost completely healed by now.

In comparison, Falin, the wielder of the magical artifact, was "injured" far more severely.

Ronan caught the Communication Stone that Falin tossed to him, his eyes flashing slightly, and couldn't help but ask, "What's the name of this magical artifact?"

"We can talk about Jeergani's Edge of Jealousy another time."

Falin looked truly exhausted; his voice had become incredibly hoarse. He uttered a few polite words and then hurriedly left the scene.

Ronan slowly stepped down from the platform, and his stone pillar rose once more.

At this moment, the gray clouds gathering behind him and above his head were extremely powerful, layer upon layer, almost obscuring half of the sky above the stone pillar, looking astonishing.

However, Ronan was filled with helplessness.

Even with such a large gray cloud surrounding him, his Soul Trait still showed no sign of manifesting.

"Soul Trait..."

Ronan closed his eyes, trying to perceive his soul on a deeper level.

The Soul Trait are related to the school of magic a wizard practices, as well as certain special potentials hidden deep within the soul.

When a wizard's spiritual and Soul Power grows to its limit, and this potential is further explored, they can nurture their own "primordial spirit."

"Elemental Spirit" is a characteristic manifestation of the soul's sublimation and transformation to another level. It can enhance a wizard's control over elemental energy by ten or even a hundred times and give them many incredible and powerful abilities. A wizard who completes this step has also undergone a huge leap in their life level.

This is also the main reason why ancient wizards would regard the fourth level as the first watershed, extending the distinction between "Mist" and "Dawn".

"So, what exactly is my soul like?"

Ronan began his meditation on the "[Clarity Realm]," entering the state of the "[Thoughtless Lake]."

All the noise faded away from him, and his consciousness sank like a still, icy lake, sinking deeper and deeper into the water. As he sank, a bright light seemed to appear "before" Ronan's eyes.

He slowly approached the light in the "lake," feeling an incomparably close and gentle sensation traveling through the light.

Ronan gently embraced the light, and in that instant, countless emotions and memories flooded into his mind.

Most of these memories were his own, followed by those from his predecessor "Ronan" over a decade ago, and finally some fragments belonging to the Ancient Frost Hydra Hecalto, which were impossible to capture clearly. "Is it because my soul is too mixed up?"

A sudden realization dawned on Ronan.

Soul fusion is the easiest way to produce "impurities". When he transmigrated to this world, his soul underwent its first fusion. That fusion caused his already mediocre soul aptitude to plummet to an "extremely poor" level.

This almost completely blocked his path to becoming a formal wizard.

Afterwards, he "recklessly" carried out the initial fusion of the bloodline of the "Ancient Frost Hydra", which inadvertently caused a second "pollution" to his soul.

"Until the problems of my predecessor and the remnants of Hecalto's soul are resolved, the mist may be the end of my wizarding path."

Ronan felt a little down. Although he seemed to have found the real problem, he still had no idea how to solve it.

Ronan considered consulting ancient texts or seeking a solution from Kosti after this battle concluded. "Buzz—"

A strange tremor reached Ronan's soul, completely pulling his consciousness out of the depths of his soul.

Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, still wondering what kind of energy fluctuations could affect his soul, even the [[Thoughtless Lake]] state couldn't resist them, but his mind was already shocked and disturbed by the scene before him—

"Toxin Muscle!"

At the center of the energy vortex, which resembled a vast ocean, Andariel, with his hair hanging down to his ankles like seaweed, had a ferocious face and let out a shrill roar that sounded like the howls of countless Nether Ghost.

In an instant, terrifying magical fluctuations emanated from his body. Andariel's entire body, with its pale, corpse-like skin, rapidly lit up with countless twisted runes that writhed like earthworms.

Large swaths of dark green light "fell" from Andariel's body. As soon as these thick, paste-like dark green lights came into contact with the air, they quickly began to corrode the void.

In the blink of an eye, the void surrounding Andariel became "tattered and broken," and even through the spatial distance and [Protection] array, it still gave people an extremely strong sense of unease.

Ronan saw that Andariel's feet were covered with broken bones, which looked like the two-winged, four-armed skeletal giant that had been used to defend against his "[Snow Country in Palm]".

Ronan's eyes widened in shock.

Although Andariel is arrogant and foolish, his strength is definitely top-tier.

Who could possibly have driven Andariel to such a point, utterly destroying even his most powerful undead servants?

For an Undead Arts, the loss of their painstakingly nurtured undead servants will undoubtedly significantly diminish their overall strength.

Even if Andariel wins this battle by sheer luck, he will fall out of the top tier, like a tiger that has lost its claws and teeth, and probably won't go much further.

Large chunks of dark green magical energy swayed with a beautiful yet terrifying radiance, like crystal potion bottles that had fallen to the ground, splattering deadly poison in all directions.

Amidst this mysterious and poignant scene, a figure appeared eerily in the void.

It was a giant black wolf over five meters tall, with a semi-transparent body and burning with a deep blue, cold flame.

"Aww—"

The giant wolf let out a howl, a sound that was distant and carried a strong sense of antiquity and vastness.

Ronan's body trembled slightly as he finally found the source that had shaken his soul.

The next moment, he saw the semi-transparent black giant wolf running rapidly toward Andariel, completely ignoring the terrifying dark green light emanating from the surrounding void, as if it were running independently in another space.

Just as it reached Andariel, the black giant wolf leaped high into the air with a deafening roar!

A violent surge of energy suddenly erupted, and the blinding light made everyone involuntarily squint.

When all the light faded, everyone saw Andariel kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at a certain spot with a shocked expression, reaching out as if to grab something, but the next second he fell straight forward.

Andariel was not dead, but everyone on the stone pillar could feel that his Soul Aura was rapidly weakening, clearly indicating that his soul had been severely damaged.

In front of him where he fell, a figure stood calmly.

He was a strong young man with a bronze complexion, wearing a robe made of strange animal skin.

The Ancient Spirit Wizard Evaqu! Ronan's pupils contracted slightly. At this moment, he heard a cacophony of excited discussions around him, far exceeding the level during his previous battle with Jupiter.

It was truly shocking and completely unexpected!

Even Ronan's expression began to turn serious.

As fellow top-tier talents, he always felt that apart from Serena, whom he found most unfathomable, the differences between the others, even if there were, wouldn't be particularly significant.

But Evaqu shattered this perception. Andariel seemed to have little power to resist him, and in the end, Andariel was severely injured and defeated with just a simple pounce.

"The methods of ancient spirit shamans?"

"It seems to be a method that directly attacks the soul..."

Ronan pondered how he should respond if he were to face Evaqu.

The result was that there was no way to deal with it; perhaps the only option was to rely on Soul Power to withstand it, or to end the battle before the opponent could use such a method.

Ronan looked around and saw that most of the people still on the field had turned pale after witnessing Evaqu's victory over Andariel, and their gazes toward Andariel were filled with some apprehension.

Those who didn't seem to show much emotion, besides Serena, Adam... and that guy Anglie.

After this battle, the atmosphere both inside and outside the arena gradually became more intense.

After only a few matches, the second round of ranking battles once again reached a small climax—

Rufus of the Crimson Tower battles Venus, the inheritor of the Stone Peak, the eccentric boy who always likes to sit on the shoulders of rock golems.

Many people know that Rufus was hunted down by Vinus of the Giant Stone Peak for two whole years, and now the two have met again in ranked battles, which really feels like a "Fated Enemy".

Compared to the battle on the Goblin Plain three years ago, Rufus is much stronger.

The Ancient Blood Secret Technique he practiced, passed down to the Crimson Tower, had clearly improved considerably. His grotesque and monstrous flesh and blood demonic body had grown to a height of nearly four meters, much more exaggerated than Ronan's "Ancient Giant Demon Form."

However, Rufus, who was already like a small giant in the eyes of a normal wizard, was still like an insignificant "little guy" compared to the rock golem of Giant Stone Peak Vinus.

The latter began to grow rapidly almost as soon as it stepped onto the stage, reaching a height of over 100 meters, like a small mountain peak, which was almost too large for the Battle Platform to contain.

Although combat power is not entirely related to size, anything that grows beyond a certain limit is prone to qualitative change.

The relatively "small" fighting arena actually limited the performance of Vinus, the inheritor of the Giant Stone Peak, but even so, Rufus was already being suppressed to an extremely bad state.

His Bloodline Spell was severely countered when facing an earth-based wizard whose body had been completely transformed into stone. He could only muster about 40-50% of his strange and powerful strength.

Furthermore, his mental cultivation was completely suppressed, so even though Rufus repeatedly "went into overdrive" under the drive of hatred, he still ended up failing in the end.

Ronan sat on a stone pillar, watching Rufus, amidst Vinus's jubilant, shrill laughter, retreated dejectedly, clutching his wounded body. He could almost feel Rufus's resentment, anger, frustration, and fury. "Poor Rufus... it must be snowing all over the world right now..."

Ronan felt great sympathy for Rufus.

Put yourself in his shoes. If he were being chased by someone for two whole years and couldn't beat them in a fight, he'd probably be so angry he'd grind his teeth to powder and feel like vomiting blood.

The second round of ranking battles ended at noon on the seventh day.

As winter approaches, snow may be [Falling Snow]. Dark clouds roll across the plains above the Fairy Ancient City Ruins, a hazy gray expanse that seems to press down.

On one of the remaining eight lit stone pillars, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes.

In his clear, azure eyes, a faint golden light, resembling runes, seemed to flash by.

"Still a little short."

Ronan examined his Consciousness Space. After defeating the wizard Falin of the Arcane Workshop, his fifth Spiritual Power Crystal had been fully formed, and the Strength Progress on his Character Panel had reached [Third Level Formal Wizard (21%)].

He spent three days inscribing the Golden Edict from "Schubert" into these five Spiritual Power Crystal. This kind of on-the-spot condensation of Soul Rune is probably something only Ronan could do.

In three days, the [Schubert's Golden Law] talisman will be one-fifth complete. Given that the spiritual power cultivation level of everyone present is currently the lowest, it would be good to temporarily increase combat power. Ronan looked around the arena. Apart from him, the remaining seven people were Serena from the Life Royal Court, Adam from the Spiritual Dawn, Chaos Secret Society, Li Weiqi from the Giant Stone Peak, Vinus, the Ancient Spirit Wizard Evaqu, Anglie, and a fire wizard from the "Crimson Flame Oath".

Those who survived two rounds of qualifying battles are all formidable individuals.

Even the seemingly "weakest" fire mage, the "Crimson Flame Oath," possessed extremely powerful fire magic. Among the Mist-rank Fire Magic Wizard Ronan had ever seen, besides the Ash Witch Moriel, he was probably the only one.

Even Ignatius the Molten Crystal Lake, who possessed the bloodline of the Ancient Fire Demon and died at his hands, was no match for him.

In the third round of ranking battles, Ronan naturally hoped to be matched against his opponent.

However, on the other hand, perhaps in the eyes of some people on the field, he is also the "weakest" player on the field and the one they most want to be ranked against.

Who do you think will ultimately win the top spot?

Among the onlookers, several First Level Wizards were having a heated discussion.

"Serena of the Life Royal Court, Adam of the Spiritual Dawn, and Li Weiqi of the Chaos Secret Society... It's highly likely that one of them is the one who has manifested Soul Trait."

"Evaqu practices the lineage of ancient spirit sorcerers. I once read terrifying tales about ancient spirit sorcerers in an ancient book. Even someone as strong as Andariel was no match for him. I think he might be the strongest one on the field."

"Don't underestimate Vinus of the Giant Stone Peak!"

Not far from the several First Level Wizards were having a heated discussion, a gray-haired, blue-eyed man was watching them with great interest.

After observing and listening quietly for a while, the gray-haired man turned his head and said to the black-robed man beside him with deep emotion, "Look at these energetic faces, Doru."

What a nostalgic age! Back then, I was just like them, standing in a similar position, watching you under the spotlight.

I remember a group of guys teamed up to set up a betting pool for the top prize, and I bet most of my magic stones on your name, but alas..."

"Feel sorry."

The man in the black robe suddenly spoke.

The gray-haired man paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Centuries have passed, and you're still as boring as ever, Doru."

The gray-haired man shook his head and didn't continue the conversation.

He turned his head, his gaze casually sweeping across the sky, lingering briefly on a frail old woman in a black robe, before smiling and saying to the man in the black robe, "We still have plenty of time, how about we play a game?"

The man in black robes looked up in surprise, but the gray-haired man had already produced a golden compass from somewhere.

The compass is inlaid with white round crystals. There are thirty-two crystals on the outermost ring, and the number of crystals decreases by half with each inner layer.

At the very center of the golden compass is a purple eyeball with three pupils arranged in a triangular shape. The eyeball is surrounded by densely packed runes, exuding an aura of mystery and profound mystery.

"I brought this back specifically."

The gray-haired man looked at the golden compass in his hand and said gently, "South, my dear motherland, this barren land once nurtured us, and it is time to repay it. Without me, Lindis, how many more years would it take for the treasures buried beneath this land to see the light of day?"

As the gray-haired man spoke, he extended his pale, slender finger and gently touched the purple pupil at the very center of the compass.

The moment his fingertips touched the compass, the purple pupils on it suddenly emitted a strange fluctuation.

The fluctuations quickly seeped into the ground, as if they had connected with something, or stirred something.

In the center of the crowd in the distance, eight stone pillars that were shining with white light suddenly began to flicker.

The sudden change caused waves of commotion among the bustling crowd.

Amidst the commotion, the gray-haired man was enveloped by a strange, swirling power, with countless runes circling and swirling around him, and an invisible wind gently blowing his long hair.

The gray-haired man smiled, his emerald eyes shining like luminous gems.

"Now, I'll set the rules."

The gray-haired man raised his head, his gaze piercing through the crowd to the eight figures on the central stone pillar, and asked, "Doru, which lucky person do you think should receive this precious opportunity?"

The man in black robes seemed startled by the man's "crazy" actions, his expression blank. Before he could answer, the gray-haired man had already given the answer he wanted.

"You're the one."

The gray-haired man gently placed his hand on a white crystal on the compass, and the crystal shone brightly. His gaze locked onto a tall and slender figure among the eight people by the stone pillar in the distance, and he spoke softly, "The weak should be treated with care."

"Aren't you right, Doru?"

Beside him, the man in black robes pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to correct the other person's use of the word "preferential treatment".

In the end, however, he remained silent, only casting a sympathetic gaze upon the "lucky one" chosen by the gray-haired man.

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