Have You Seen Falling Snow?

When Ronan left the battle space of the second duel and returned to the Crystal Room he was watching, he found that there was already an extra person in the room.

Valentine and Heliodore of the "Mycelium Society" stared at each other like two bickering roosters, their force fields as Level Five Wizard raging, filling the room with a tense atmosphere.

The tense atmosphere in the room gradually subsided upon Ronan's return.

Valentine glanced at him indifferently, then plopped down in his original spot without any hesitation, seemingly not planning to leave.

Ronan didn't need to ask to guess why Valentine had suddenly appeared.

He never imagined that, in order to win the bet with Valentine, Heliodore would come up with the "bad idea" of bribing his opponent to help him win.

According to Sigel, Heliodore man promised him considerable benefits, demonstrating his Heliodore determination to win the bet.

Time slowly moved forward, and the third round of the competition began.

As usual Heliodore asked him for his opponent's name. Ronan hesitated for a moment, but still told Heliodore the name.

This match ended even faster.

Ronan came out almost immediately after entering the combat space.

Because his opponent didn't even show up!

It is said that he voluntarily withdrew from an important experiment that was at a critical juncture, and rushed back to oversee it.

Ronan could not comment on this.

From afar, he could feel two level-five consciousness fluctuations interacting intensely within the room, as if they were engaged in a fierce "battle," with Valentine occasionally casting icy, scrutinizing glances in his direction.

Ronan shook his head and decided not to go in. He just found a spot on the sidelines and stood there.

Never before had I seen such a "childish" competition and selection as the Deep Sea. After three rounds, the number of wizards on the field decreased dramatically.

Most of the wizards participating in the selection seemed to have already gotten their own sense of "participation," had had their fill of the magical combat they hadn't experienced in a long time, and were now comfortably back in their "spectator seats," ready to officially enjoy the lively atmosphere brought about by the selection.

Even some wizards who were clearly eligible to advance voluntarily withdrew.

In the fourth round of the competition, the projected light Flame Tower only "spit out" a mere five orbs.

Ronan squinted and counted; there were only about ten wizards left on the field.

The Spirit Lake Ring was slightly warm. Ronan picked it up to examine it, but surprisingly, he did not see any opponent's name.

Instead, a force pulled him towards the field.

As the fourth round of the competition began, the rules seemed to have changed.

The remaining dozen or so wizards who participated in the selection all gathered in the center of the field, standing around the five orbs of light of different colors.

Across the sphere of light, directly opposite Ronan was Misha, sporting a striking head of short, blue-gold gradient hair.

Misha unleashed his full force field, relentlessly squeezing those around him, drawing the attention of many onlookers.

Suddenly, Ronan saw Misha smiling at him, her lips parting as if she were saying something to him.

Before he could understand the message that Misha wanted to convey, the latter suddenly spread his arms to the sides, his face facing the "Crown of Deep Knowledge" hanging high above his head, as if embracing it. Then he suddenly "pulled" the two wizards on his left and right sides, and laughing loudly, he disappeared into a ball of light while they were caught off guard and in a panic.

In an instant, cheers and applause erupted from one side of the Crystal Palace outside the arena, and the atmosphere became lively.

"Are the rules for the fourth round of competition that anyone can choose their opponent?"

Ronan pursed his lips and suddenly felt a "malicious" gaze fall on him. Following the gaze, he saw Hathaway standing with her arms crossed, staring at him with a cold smile in front of a Crystal Room.

Immediately afterwards, the two wizards on his left suddenly switched positions, and a powerful Spiritual Force Field belonging to the fifth level enveloped him. The next second, the ball of light in front of him suddenly burst forth with a captivating light.

"I won!"

Inside the Crystal Room, Heliodore stood up from his seat with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and looked at Valentine beside him with an undisguised expression of pride and delight.

Valentine remained expressionless, his body seemingly nailed to the chair, completely still.

"Do you feel proud to send your disciple into the fourth round using such despicable means?"

"Even the dignified president of the Mycelium Society, the renowned Valentine, has moments when he can't accept defeat?"

Heliodore sneered, "Our bet was about whose disciple could win more matches in the second round, but there was no rule about what means they had to use to win. As far as I know, Florence was already eliminated in the third round... Valentine, you still lost in the end."

Valentine remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Heliodore, I admit, you are no longer that loser who would only secretly wipe away tears under the Concentric Tree while hugging a sunflower with a red ribbon."

"Shut up! I told you, don't mention this again!"

Valentine's words seemed to have touched a taboo for Heliodore angry that he almost jumped up on the spot, his dry face turning red.

"Okay, let's not talk about it."

Valentine smirked and looked up at Heliodore with a hint of mockery.

Then he slowly and deliberately said, "But you're celebrating too soon. I haven't lost yet."

"What do you mean?"

Heliodore frowned and shouted, "Valentine, you're trying to cheat me!"

Do you think everyone is like you?

Heliodore sneered, then said calmly, "You said it yourself, the bet we made was to see whose disciple wins more matches in the second round of selection."

Although Florence has been eliminated, I still have players on the field who haven't left yet.

"Besides that brat Florence, where did you get a second disciple?"

"It was just collected before the fourth round of the competition began."

"Damn it!"

Heliodore help but jump up, pointing at Valentine and launching into a tirade of insults. "Valentine, how dare you talk about me like that? You're even more shameless than me!"

In the blink of an eye, the roles were reversed, Valentine stood up laughing heartily.

"The bet doesn't stipulate that you can't bribe your opponent to win, nor does it stipulate that you can't take on apprentices on the spot!"

Don't worry, Heliodore. My new disciple isn't very strong. This round of fighting will probably be over by then. At most, we'll draw, and neither of us will really win.

However, if I'm not mistaken, your precious disciple's opponent this round seems to be Dorian, whom you probably don't know. That guy is notorious among level five for taking pleasure in tormenting people.

Your precious disciple has been targeted by Dorian.

Valentine shook his head, his face filled with sympathy and regret, and said, "Perhaps you'll need to prepare some potions to soothe his physical and emotional wounds beforehand. You're the best at concocting potions, aren't you?"

Damn it!

Upon hearing this, Heliodore's expression changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and cursed, then rushed out of the Crystal Room, pulled out a bunch of communication devices, and began to contact them one by one.

The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain at any moment.

Beneath my feet lay decaying earth, with scattered fragments of tombstones and other debris.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and the chill of the place; it was the perfect setting for Darkness-Type wizard to unleash his power.

Ronan glanced around briefly before finally fixing his gaze on his opponent.

Not far from him stood a strange man whose entire body was wrapped in bandages.

Some dark yellow pus seeped out from the bandage, and the exposed skin between the gaps was also covered with ulcers.

Behind the bandages wrapped around his face, a bloodshot eye stared intently at Ronan, making him look like a leper suffering from a mental illness.

It's hard to imagine that there are such strange and terrible-looking Level Five Wizard within the Deep Sea School.

"Crunch, crunch—"

The Level Five Wizard, who looked like a severe leper, seemed to be constantly chewing something.

Ronan looked at him and said, "Dorian."

"Someone wants me to lose this fight to you!"

Before Ronan could finish speaking, the terrifying-looking Level Five Wizard suddenly interrupted him.

Ronan was taken aback, then was greatly surprised.

Has Heliodore started to "exert his strength" again? He admitted that he had underestimated Heliodore. The fact that he could still stand in the arena after the competition had progressed this far was already beyond the expectations of many people, after all, he was only a level 4 early stage fighter who had just been promoted not long ago.

Logically, Heliodore should have won his bet with Valentine, but unexpectedly Heliodore is still paving the way for him.

This old man didn't tell me the truth. Could it be that his bet with Valentine was to let me make it all the way to the end in the second level?! Just as Ronan was wondering, the Level Five Wizard named Dorian spoke again.

"But some people want me to teach you a lesson in this fight."

"Well?"

Ronan froze, then quickly recalled Hathaway's meaningful, cold smile before he came in.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "So, whose opinion are you going to listen to?"

"Idiot."

Dorian abruptly stopped chewing, and beneath his bandaged face, he grinned at Ronan, revealing a set of uneven, yellowed, and rotten teeth.

"These two requirements don't conflict, don't you see?"

"I could easily teach you a lesson first and then let you win this fight!!"

"Ha ha."

After saying that, Dorian laughed strangely, pulled out a bloody frog from somewhere, which looked like it had been skinned, twisted off the frog's head, and then wolfed the headless frog into his mouth.

In an instant, all the dark energy in this space converged on Dorian.

The massive level-five force field suddenly spread out, like a distorted halo of blackish-purple light.

Dorian's body swelled rapidly, and the bandages on his body were torn apart one by one, revealing his rough and strange body covered with huge pustules.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into an ugly toad as large as a small hill, its body emitting blackish-purple smoke, with four dazzling crystals flashing on its head.

"Call--"

Dorian opened his wide mouth, which was full of serrated teeth, and exhaled a foul-smelling, corrosive hurricane. Inside his mouth, a deep purple tongue lashed wildly like a whip.

At this moment, his terrifying aura almost filled the entire battle space, and the voice coming from his abdomen became muffled and thunderous.

"Kid, don't blame me... Cherish every minute and second from now on, it will be the most unforgettable time of your life."

After saying that, Dorian slammed his exceptionally strong limbs onto the ground, causing the earth to crack. He was like a mysterious dark cloud, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura, and he rumbled down on Ronan.

A terrifying, oppressive gale whipped up the hem of Ronan's robes and his long, spiderweb-white hair.

Ronan seemed oblivious to the terror brought by Dorian.

He looked up, squinted at the gloomy, oppressive sky, and whispered, "Have you ever seen snow?"

"Um?!"

The giant toad-like Dorian leaped to a high point, its deep purple tongue and massive body about to crash down, but it paused slightly upon hearing the sound from below.

"At the bottom of that dark, damp, putrid well where you live"

Ronan stretched out a hand, and from his pale fingertips, a beautiful snowflake gently drifted down.

Have you ever seen [Falling Snow]?

After he finished speaking, Ronan's calm eyes instantly turned into a pure ice blue.

With a calm expression, he stretched out his finger and made a straight line forward. In an instant, the void seemed to turn into a pocket, from which an overwhelming mysterious aura poured out.

Simultaneously, the dark, deep sky above seemed to have been slashed open, a long, deep blue gash suddenly appearing as the dark clouds parted.