Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 300 - 154: What grade of bloodline do you have to challenge me over and over again? _3

Chapter 300: Chapter 154: What grade of bloodline do you have to challenge me over and over again? _3

"Archiduo has indeed invested a substantial amount of resources and energy into this illegitimate son of his."

She turned to Caroni beside her, blinking, and said, "Is he planning... to cultivate him into another Orian?"

Caroni’s eyes twitched slightly, and after pondering for a while, he replied, "Archiduo said, he is not his offspring..."

"Of course, that is something he cannot admit now.."

The Green Robed Witch, however, waved her hand dismissively, "Just wait and watch. Once this young lad’s fame as a genius spreads, reaching or approaching the level of your Magic Ring, Orian... He will definitely shamelessly come running to you to brag."

"....."

Caroni was left speechless.

Suddenly, the Green Robed Witch tossed a few items to him, which Caroni instinctively caught.

After checking them, a hint of relief and joy appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you."

The Green Robed Witch shook her head, "It’s just accepting a loss in a bet, this messy duel rule... It’s really not friendly to us wizards of the Plant Series."

Caroni casually put the items back into his Space Ring and was considering whether to comfort her when the Green Robed Witch unexpectedly took the initiative to say, "Don’t be too happy too early..."

"Hmm?"

"The last match, it’s just this lad and that monster from Melt Crystal Lake left..."

The Green Robed Witch squinted her eyes and glanced in a certain direction, speaking faintly, "Without Magic Tools, deprived of the enhancement from the Magic Tool Set, even if he has capabilities close to the Second-stage Resonance Realm, the odds of this lad overcoming his opponent are low...

And don’t forget, the people from that family in Melt Crystal Lake, they all act recklessly and regardless of the consequences.

He happens to be targeting Archiduo’s son, majoring in Ice Magic, what if this lad gets severely beaten up inside? Do you think Archiduo... might come to fight you?"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Caroni’s expression slightly stiffened.

He subconsciously turned his head in one direction, inadvertently locking eyes with a bald wizard from Melt Crystal Lake, who flashed a meaningful look before quickly turning away; Caroni’s expression... also rapidly darkened.

....

"Click, click –"

Inside the Secret Realm Space, the final two mirror platforms suspended in mid-air gradually rose, slowly moving closer to each other, as if to merge into one. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

On opposite ends of the platform stood two figures.

A young man in a Red Robe, wearing a perverse and sinister sneer on his face, his body seemed to be slightly trembling and his naturally hanging hands kept swinging.

But only those familiar with the young man knew, this was not due to fear or nervousness, but rather an extreme anticipation, excited to the point of trembling.

Madman.

Igor.

As this inheritance selection reached this stage, the background of the young man gradually came to light.

He was not a nobody; on the contrary, he belonged to a renowned and prominent family from Melt Crystal Lake, the transmitted Bloodline in this family almost supported half the reputation of Melt Crystal Lake in the far southern regions!

And the last one to inherit this Bloodline... now still ranks at the top among the young generation of wizards of Melt Crystal Lake.

Compared to Igor, his opponent seemed rather ordinary.

A genius young wizard from Magic Ring, unknown to the masses.

Although also exceptionally talented and having continuously shown capabilities that pushed the perceived limits of his Talent and Strength,

how could such a conventional genius be compared with a ’Madman’ who possessed a Bloodline and was beyond ordinary measurements, especially when there was also a significant gap in their spiritual cultivation?

Under the rules of not being able to use Magic Equipment, this battle seems custom-made for Igor who purely relies on his bloodline!

"Buzz———"

Finally, the two platforms fused together officially, forming a larger, brand-new platform. Igor, standing at one end of the platform, trembled excessively to an exaggerated extent.

His shoulders heaved up and down, matched with a somewhat neurotic smile, continuously emitting bursts of scorching breath tinged with hints of madness.

"Finally... I’ve been waiting for this moment."

Igor spoke softly and began walking forward.

Each step he took, crimson-gold light fluttered from his body, turning into flames that flowed around like water.

Then, it climbed higher, forming walls, towers, and waves purely of fire. The flames grew more abundant and climbed higher, the crimson-gold hue spreading in all directions, rapidly enveloping the whole platform. The temperature on the platform soared, large swaths of air twisted by the intense heat, this red and distortion continuously stretching forward...

Even behind a layer of spell projection, many wizards watching from the exterior of the Secret Realm could feel the terrifying might contained within those magnificent flames, their eyes unavoidably stirred.

"You’ve hidden well..."

Igor, nearly enveloped in orange-gold, sniffed the air, gazing at the boy who had been bowing his head and holding his chest without moving since stepping onto the stage, and sneered maliciously, "But I still smell it... that detestable scent of Ice Frost bloodline...

I truly feel nauseated with every extra second I smell it!!"

Initially speaking softly and slowly, Igor’s face suddenly twisted into a ferocious and mad grimace.

He violently lunged at the boy in front, as the countless flames burning wildly behind and around him also became incredibly violent and mad in that instant!

In a moment, the scene looked as if an Ancient Flame Demon engulfed in rage was silently opening its gaping maw, about to swallow the slender, pitiful boy in front of it...

However, just then.

"Boom!"

The slender figure at the "Flame Demon"’s mouth abruptly disappeared, followed immediately by a terrifying power indescribable in words, piercing through the entire platform like a comet.

Igor, maintaining his ferocious and mad posture, couldn’t even react before he was suddenly seized by some force and pushed backward, forcefully splitting a vacuum path through the spreading crimson-gold flames, and finally... slammed harshly against the Rune Array Light Shield at the edge of the platform!

An ancient, evil, noble, domineering aura spread quickly, the infinite flames on the platform were suppressed and extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Ancient ice frost descended from the heavens, the red-hot platform shifted from the blaze of summer to the desolate frost of winter in an instant.

Amidst this frost seemingly spreading from ancient times, a bewitching, slender figure stood tall and suspended.

Dark blue hair flowing down to the waist fluttered high behind, and snake scales patterned all over the body...

Ronan, with one hand firmly clutching Igor’s neck, pinned him against the virtual high wall, his scarlet, eerie vertical pupils close to Igor’s cheek, staring into Igor’s eyes, and a voice filled with uncontrollable fury and rage came out hoarsely.

"What grade... of Bloodline are you?"

"Dare to provoke me like this repeatedly?!"

"Do you... truly not fear death?"

"Eh eh eh——"

Igor’s eyes bulged, the madness on his face already gone, replaced by a thick, almost tangible dread and terror.

He seemed to want to say something but was choked by the neck, only managing to emit a series of strange whimpering sounds.

At this moment.

Outside the Secret Realm, atop the vast Mirror Lake.

Everyone witnessing this scene also felt as if an invisible hand was fiercely gripping their throats.

For a while, not a single person made a sound.