Shatter the Darkness with Thunder! Despicable, Vile, Shameless!

Ronan, at level three, felt a slight sense of relief upon sensing the spiritual energy emanating from the chubby little wizard with round glasses in front of him.

His luck wasn't bad; on the contrary, it was quite good. His opponent in the first round was only a level Third Level Wizard.

"Koske Dulin?"

Ronan thought for a moment, then took the initiative to speak, revealing the other person's name.

"Right."

The chubby wizard pushed up his round crystal glasses, which seemed to be on the verge of slipping off his nose, stared at him, and said in a low voice, "I never thought I'd be so lucky... to be arranged to compete in the same arena as a spirit genius who has awakened the 'Crown of Deep Knowledge'."

Ronan Damien, you really stole the show in the last round of selection.

Ronan sensed something was off about the tone of the chubby boy named Koske in front of him, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Are you planning to compete? I'm a whole level higher than you."

Do you think you're something special?

The chubby boy's tone suddenly rose, becoming sharp.

"You think it's amazing that you were promoted to level four? Do you really think I'm praising you?"

Ronan was stunned for a moment, and then saw that Koske in front of him was talking to himself as if he were possessed.

"I heard your soul aptitude is only three stars? How can a three-star aptitude possibly lead to the Dawn? How many resources did your damned, foolish mentor waste on you? Why don't I have a mentor who is willing to dedicate himself to nurturing me like that?!"

"You"

Ronan was about to speak when he saw Koske reach out and remove his round glasses, crushing them in his hand.

Immediately following, beneath the wide robes, a slightly rounded figure began to expand rapidly like an inflating balloon, muscles bulging high. "I possess superhuman talent that is in no way inferior to yours! Just like your mastery of Primordial Spirit Writing, only it remains unknown to others."

Koske's face contorted in agony as he endured the drastic changes to his body. Short, thick black hairs, like steel needles, rapidly grew on his face and body, transforming him into a bizarre werewolf, over three meters tall, with Lizard Giant Tail, and a ferocious, terrifying appearance! A powerful aura, far surpassing that of a typical Third Level Wizard, emanated from him. His flesh and blood radiated a field of energy, filled with an ancient and evil aura.

"Surprised, aren't you? This is an Ancient Dragon Wolf Transformation I developed myself based on Biological Alchemy. You are fortunate enough to be the first wizard to witness it! I was already researching it during my apprenticeship."

"I, Koske Dulin, will surely become a remarkable figure in the Wizard World."

And you, Ronan Damien, are the witness to the beginning of it all!

In his dragon-wolf form, Koske's voice became rough and hoarse.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Ronan, letting out a furious, desperate scream.

"I will use this thunder to shatter the impenetrable darkness above the Deep Sea!"

"Roar!"

With a roar, Koske, with a lizard tail and wolf body, transformed into a black hurricane and pounced on Ronan.

Ronan paused for a moment, then shook his head and stepped forward indifferently.

"Bang!"

"Smack—"

A deep blue sphere of light shattered, and a tall, handsome young man emerged from the flash of light, calmly carrying a chubby boy who was unconscious and had only two hairy legs exposed.

"Koske Dulin"

The young man lifted the chubby boy he was carrying and looked around. "Does anyone recognize him?"

Some people cast indifferent glances.

A moment later, a figure quickly soared into the sky. It was a petite witch with fair skin and a few freckles on her face.

She immediately reached out and grabbed a piece of flesh from Koske's body, twisting it 360 degrees.

Koske mumbled something unconsciously with his eyes closed, rolled over in Ronan's arms, and soon began to snore softly.

"Is he under a lot of pressure usually?"

Ronan thought for a moment and then asked.

The Freckled Witch's fair cheeks flushed red instantly. She didn't say anything, but simply bowed deeply to Ronan. Then, with a livid expression, she grabbed Koske, turned around, and hurriedly disappeared into the Crystal Palace.

Ronan flew toward the location of Heliodore, where some wizards who had just finished their duels were returning to their Crystal Room, just like him.

"You're lucky... you ran into one of those few level 3 guys."

Heliodore seemed to be in a good mood, and Ronan greeted him as soon as he landed.

"Make a Koske Dulin."

Ronan said to him, "His talent and skill in flesh alchemy are quite good... you should keep an eye on him."

"What does Third Level Wizard know about flesh and blood alchemy?"

Heliodore shook his head, clearly not taking Ronan's words to heart, but still took out a crystal and marked it simply.

Ronan didn't say anything more. He just felt that the chubby little boy Koske, who was "full of resentment and complaining about the injustice of fate," was indeed "something." Although he was only level three, he was able to compete with a normal Level Four Wizard by transforming into Nash "Ancient Dragon Wolf."

Such talent will shine sooner or later. If Heliodore could take him on as a disciple, it might be beneficial for both of them.

But that was all he said. How things will develop after this depends on whether Heliodore and Koske can "get along".

Ronan found a seat next to Heliodore and sat down, gazing in the direction of the Flame Tower' projection.

Every now and then, the orbs of light that served as temporary battle spaces would shatter, and the wizards who participated in the battles would walk out from inside, chatting and laughing.

The scene was neither particularly lively nor particularly uneventful.

Ronan has participated in many different competitive events, from the seven-ring race of the Silver Magic Ring to the battle for Helamus's Talent Seat.

The selection competition in the Deep Sea Spirit Lake was definitely the one with the least competitive atmosphere he had ever seen.

Most wizards of the Deep Sea School treat this selection as a "game." Winning is certainly a cause for celebration, but losing is not shameful.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, Ronan couldn't even muster the slightest fighting spirit, let alone hone his skills or break through his limits through combat.

"Perhaps the Flame Tower would be more suitable for me."

Ronan thought to himself.

Who is your next opponent?

Heliodore had been squinting at the distance, seemingly lost in thought, suddenly spoke to Ronan.

Ronan glanced at his Spirit Lake Ring, and was stunned when he saw the name of his opponent displayed on the ring.

But he quickly regained his composure and gave his name to Heliodore.

"I remember this guy; he's quite strong. But with the potions I gave you, you might not necessarily lose to him."

After reading the name Ronan had brought, Heliodore pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

"What exactly did the teacher make a bet with Valentine?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he asked a question.

Heliodore glanced at him and said casually, "I bet you can at least make it to the top three rounds."

"You have far too much confidence in my abilities..."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Heliodore waved his hand casually, "Just relax and focus on the fight, I'll take care of the rest."

A glint of light flashed in Heliodore's eyes as he whispered, "That Valentine thinks he's so clever, always trying to outdo me. This time, I'll make him lose face, and he'll never be able to hold his head high again when he sees me!"

Ronan was speechless at the bickering between the two old guys. At this moment, the first round of selections ended, and a new batch of light orbs were born.

He rose from his seat and slowly flew toward the sphere of light.

A noisy shout came from afar. Ronan turned his head and saw Misha walking into the arena like Young King, surrounded by a group of people.

Ronan found it amusing, looked up at the radiant, exquisitely beautiful Crystal Crown high above, and stepped into the space for the second round of the competition.

Different colored orbs represent Spatial Battlefield under different elemental environments.

This time, Ronan landed on a flat piece of land, with yellow sand covering the ground. Not far away, a person stood quietly with his back to him, seemingly waiting for his arrival.

Sensing Ronan's arrival, the figure with his back to him slowly turned around, revealing a rugged and indifferent middle-aged man's face.

Three Flame Tattoo on his left cheek were quite striking.

"Sigel".

Ronan read out the other person's name, "Long time no see."

Yes, coincidentally, his opponent in the second round was none other than Sigel Level Four Dawn Wizard had led him into the Silent Corridor.

"Long time no see, Damien."

Sigel said, "I witnessed your performance in the first level Knowledge Tower, and the entire process of summoning the 'Crown of Deep Knowledge'."

It's an honor.

Sigel lowered his head and bowed to Ronan, saying, "I am honored to be one of the steps that will allow you to reach the Summit of the Deep Sea."

"It's too early to talk about this now."

Ronan shook his head.

"This is inevitable, and of course, I'm probably the only one who knows about it right now."

Sigel said calmly, "Many people are optimistic about Misha now, but in reality, Misha is not even one-tenth as good as you."

Few people can deliver such cringe-worthy compliments with such compliments and seriousness as Sigel.

It's obvious that this fight is definitely not going to happen.

Sigel is probably the only person in the Deep Sea who knows Ronan's true strength; he must be crazy to even think about sparring with Ronan here.

There's something I don't know if you're aware of.

Sigel hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"What?"

Ronan asked.

Sigel thought for a moment and said, "Before this match started, someone contacted me privately and offered me a deal... that I would deliberately lose to you in the match."

"Um?!"

"Call--"

Valentine swept in like a dense, dark wind, barging into the Crystal Room without any hesitation.

His furious gaze was fixed on Heliodore, who appeared calm and collected in the room. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Heliodore, you despicable, shameless, and vile bastard! You resort to such underhanded tactics to beat me!"