Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 297 - 153: Illegitimate Child, Provocation_2

Ronan’s eyes slightly fluctuated, and without shying away, he allowed the Ghost Light Blade to fiercely land on him.

"Boom!"

The light blade struck Roanan’s back, tearing a huge gash in the Lightfall Cloak he wore, before plunging forward and finally shattering upon the ice crystal-like armor.

There were some remnants on the thick Ice Crystal, but they quickly smoothed out again as the defensive capabilities of the Spell from the Land of Frost were also exceptional, almost able to withstand the bombardment of any Spell below the Second-tier.

Having withstood the impact of this Spell, Roanan’s body didn’t move an inch, and he slowly turned around.

His ice-blue eyes fell upon a young Male Wizard in a Black Robe who had just materialized from the white Void not far away.

The latter’s thin face was pale at the moment, filled with shock and disbelief.

The figure swiftly retreated, seemingly attempting to hide in the air again, but Ronan merely raised his hand slightly.

Like countless giant pythons, a cold stream surged forward, and sharp ice spurs spontaneously formed, creating a white Prison of icy thorns that completely enveloped the other party.

"The last one."

Ronan looked expressionlessly at the Second-level Wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp as he fell from the sky, stretching out his hand, his invisible spiritual power spreading out.

The hands of the humanoid ice sculptures below each released similar Space Storage Rings, which flew up and converged toward the palm of his open hand.

By this moment, the competition for qualifications on this platform where Ronan was, had come to a complete end.

The other three wizards of the Magic Ring, from beginning to end, stood dumbfounded in the corner, watching all this happen, having become mere spectators to Ronan’s "performance."

As Ronan was checking the loot within his Task Ring, suddenly, he felt a wave of spiritual power filled with strong hostility coming from a certain direction.

He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He saw on the circular platform two platforms away from him, red Flames were rolling wildly.

Scattered on the platform were several figures, a young man with orange-gold eyes and fiery red hair, stood with his foot on the shoulder of a person kneeling on the ground, close to the edge of the Rune Formation on the platform, looking at Ronan with a smile, and from afar made a waving gesture to Ronan.

Ronan frowned, and then noticed the figure under the foot of the youth; a light immediately sparkled in his eyes.

It was Clements!

"Is it some kind of Bloodline?"

Ronan felt a slight pulse from the Bloodline Crystal of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake in his heart, pondering thoughtfully.

Before entering the Mirror Court, he had already sensed the existence of the youth with the orange-gold eyes.

The other appeared to carry a Fire Attribute Bloodline Power in his veins, which was the opposite of the thin trace of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline contained within him.

Therefore, they both had a strong "arch-rival sensation" induced by their respective Bloodlines.

"Intermediate Level 2, capable of defeating Clements... It seems the power of this Bloodline is not weak."

Ronan took a deep look at the youth, then withdrew his gaze and turned towards the silver orb above.

At this moment, a new change had emerged on the battlefield.

After winners had been decided on all eight platforms, the silver orb hosting the event cast eight silver-white beams of light, enveloping the eight wizards holding the Mirror Runes.

Then, guided by the beams, the eight wizards slowly rose up, stopping at a certain height.

Following that, countless dots of silver light emerged out of thin air, forming four new mirror platforms similar to the eight circular ones below, but slightly smaller in size.

"Victors... four... next round... inheritance!"

The silver orb emitted an obscure consciousness vibration, and even without explanation, the method of competition for this round was sufficiently clear—simply further duels for selection.

The eight, including Ronan, who were enveloped by the light beams, landed two by two on different platforms.

It seemed to be a random arrangement made by the silver orb.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the arena, and Ronan looked towards the source. He saw a young man with orange-golden eyes engulfed in flames, furiously slamming into the silver light pillar surrounding him, seemingly wanting to charge in Ronan’s direction.

Ronan watched the young man’s repeated collisions coldly, like observing a frenzied moth trying to break through an invisible wall, with himself being the "light source" it desperately sought.

With each collision, Ronan felt the Bloodline Crystal at his heart trembling violently, waves of dominant Bloodline Power coursing through his veins, bringing bouts of piercing pain, each wave stronger than the last.

Perhaps it was the violent strains inherited from the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, or maybe it was the negative influence of the pain, but Ronan felt irritable emotions starting to rise within him. This emotion stimulated his nerves, giving him an impulse to respond to the provocation recklessly and vent ferociously.

"Hss—"

He took a deep breath, struggling to suppress this irritability, and gently landed on the platform for the new round of selection.

The inheritance of the Ancient Mirror Court was at stake, so everyone present acted with caution, except for this audacious individual.

Observing another Melt Crystal Lake Wizard’s gaze, it was evident that this individual had always been a headache for his peers at Melt Crystal Lake.

After fruitlessly challenging the "rules," the young man finally calmed down.

At this point, all eight wizards had been allocated their respective duel arenas.

After the first round of selection, among the remaining eight, both Melt Crystal Lake and Thorny Palace had two wizards each, with only Ronan representing the Magic Rings, and Black Nightmare Swamp having the most with three participants.

Now, Ronan’s first opponent was a young male wizard from Thorny Palace.

He had an ordinary appearance, algae-colored hair typical of Plant Wizards, late Second-level Stage, with a temperament more mature and steady than his appearance suggested.

The two stood still, quietly waiting for the duel to begin.

....

"Whoosh—"

Outside the Secret Realm, over the vast Mirror Lake, a multitude of Void ripples appeared, followed by wizards from various factions emerging from the ripples and falling.

The exploration of the Second Core Area of Mirror Court rapidly entered its final phase in a way no one expected but was pleased to witness. Although it wasn’t completely over, for those wizards eliminated during the first round of inheritance selection, it was effectively concluded.

The wizards exiting the Secret Realm returned to their factions, then proceeded to hand over their Rings, tally their gains, recover from injuries... and casually watch the ongoing battles inside.

"Are you alright?"

At the Seventh Magic Rings, Wizard Deby slowly approached Clements, asking with concern.

Deby looked youthful, his black hair tied back into a low ponytail, with deep brown eyes and a notably calm demeanor.

Clements was listless, his complexion ashen as he shook his head without speaking.

His eyes, once vibrant and luminous like lapis lazuli, were now dimmed. The psychological defeat and humiliation he endured were even more devastating than his physical injuries.

"Bloodline..."

Clements slumped in the Void, staring at his hands, whispering softly, "Is it really that important to a wizard?"

Clements was a true genius, always prideful. Since joining the Magic Rings, he had stood out step by step and eventually reached the top position among the young generations of the Seventh Magic Rings.

He had heard of Bloodlines but never took them to heart, until recently when he lost to Ronan in an evenly-matched duel despite having a significant level advantage—then he felt for the first time the inherent superiority of a natural Bloodline.

This was the second time, and the sensation was even more intense than the last, searing deeply into him like a branding iron.

Deby, aware of what Clements had endured in the Secret Realm, deliberately steered clear of the subject and instead asked about something else: "Compared to Damien’s Bloodline... How is it?"

Clements slowly propped himself up, his eyes flickering with light.

After a moment, he shook his head gently.

"Damien’s Bloodline... is not as strong as his."

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Chapter two has been rewritten, it will be slightly late