Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 317 - 162: Extreme Frost Supreme Weapon! The Fruit That Changed Its Flavor, Leader_2

Chapter 317: Chapter 162: Extreme Frost Supreme Weapon! The Fruit That Changed Its Flavor, Leader_2

On the fourth arena, like the Northern Lights, a fiercely bright cold current spilled in all directions, and a gigantic pure white ice blade, measuring seven or eight meters long, broke through layers of shadows. It seemed to rise rapidly from the ancient ice frost sealing, intertwining countless horrifying sharp cold auras, directly slicing the vast space of the arena into shattered fragments...

....

A moment later.

Ronan turned calmly, stepping down from the arena under the gaze of someone half-kneeling on the ground, covered in ice frost, their body trembling uncontrollably under their magic robe.

Compared to when he first entered, the number of eyes on Ronan now had multiplied several times.

The competitions on the other three arenas were still not finished, yet soft disturbances and murmurs had already started among the spectators.

"Magic Ring.." "Ronan.." "The genius who once defeated Igor of the Sajiers Family..."

Those people were mentioning Ronan’s name and his past achievements at the second battlefield.

Ronan looked around at the performances of certain individuals in the arena.

Jupiter from the Thunder Council sat calmly on his lofty silver-white throne, still like a monarch, not casting any attentive glances towards him.

Ignatius watched him indifferently, a faint trace of scorn and disdain flickering in his lava-colored eyes.

Orian wasn’t looking at him either, his attention only on Jupiter.

Only...

Angelie.

Angelie sat in a black, ornate high-backed chair, her smile radiant. She gave him a gentle clap and even...

Thumbed-up at him.

"...."

A vein throbbed slightly on Ronan’s forehead, a myriad of dissatisfaction surged in his heart inexplicably.

Do I need your approval?

He internally ranted crazily, yet at some moment... suddenly realized.

"Am I caring too much about Angelie?"

Ever since their reunion at White Stone Castle, Ronan felt his emotions constantly stirred by the name Angelie.

Because when he was once weak, Angelie had left a profound "impression of strength" in his heart.

He had also received a "gift" from Angelie, which allowed him to step past the threshold of becoming a Level 1 Wizard.

Thus, he desperately wanted to prove the worth of all his efforts along the way by defeating her fair and square.

This was Ronan’s "nightmare"!

He had never deliberately avoided it.

But now, Ronan seemed to be intentionally magnifying his own "nightmare."

"If this trend continues, my chances of winning against Angelie... will keep decreasing."

"Perhaps this is also what she wants to see."

Ronan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his thoughts slowly rolled in his mind.

"I endured, I experienced, every bit and drop is engraved in my memory, in my flesh... transformed into strength, under my control."

"I don’t need to prove anything to anyone..."

"Angelie is just a scenery for me.

I have seen, I have aspired, I have approached, I have surpassed.."

"Between us... there isn’t any deep hatred."

"There’s really no need to be so fixated..."

At this moment, Ronan seemed to have realized something, cleansing some impurities from his soul.

When he opened his eyes again, he was completely relaxed.

He faced Angelie, nodding friendly across the two combat arenas, as if responding to her.

This caught Angelie somewhat off-guard.

Her expression froze slightly, seemingly unprepared for Ronan to treat her this way. After half a breath, she turned her face away with a profound look.

"Ha..."

Ronan shook his head amused, feeling an indescribable sense of elation in his heart.

...

"Is that the delicious fruit you’ve always mentioned?"

On the spectator seat of the Black Nightmare Swamp Wizard Force, a seductive red-haired woman retracted her gaze towards the Silver Magic Ring side and strangely asked the lazily posed man beside her.

"Indeed excellent... At least within Black Nightmare Swamp at the same realm, no one can match him."

"It has lost its original taste..."

Angelie lay back in the chair, his whole body exuding an indescribable strong evil intent.

He lazily looked at his fingernails, as if the color of his nail polish was more interesting to him than anyone present in the arena.

"It’s gradually becoming uninteresting... I still prefer his original naive, pure, ignorant, and fearless appearance."

The red-haired woman shook her head, seemingly speechless about his fickle and capricious behavior, but she was used to it and simply turned her face away, refusing to look at him any longer.

Angelie continued muttering softly to himself.

"It’s alright... It’s just an insignificant appetizer, doesn’t matter whether it changes its taste or not..."

"The rich and tasty banquet, the more interesting things... are still yet to come, aren’t they?"

Angelie raised his hand, gazing silently at the six "Suns of Dawn" in the sky with a smirk on his lips while admiring his fingernails.

As if he was admiring a unique and beautiful piece of art like no other in the world.

Nobody noticed.

On his pale, bloodless fingernail, there was an extremely tiny pattern pulsating quietly.

It was six overlapping circles.

The top three were beautiful and intact.

The bottom three... rotted and incomplete.

...

"Damien, you have grown stronger again."

Clements came over and sat down beside Ronan, speaking in a complex tone.

Ronan had seen everything in the recent battle, against a Late Stage Level 2 Black Nightmare Swamp Wizard. Though not a very famous figure, his qualification to represent Black Nightmare Swamp indicated he was definitely among the top ten talented fighters there.

Clements estimated in his heart that if he faced the opponent himself, his chances of winning wouldn’t exceed 30%.

Yet such a formidable character was defeated by Ronan without even exchanging a blow.

That Pure White Ice Blade, as if it broke free from an ancient Ice Frost sealing, another kind reaching a resonance in the Extraordinary Magic Domain Power... Ronan’s real cards, those seven-colored Torrent Magic Domain and even more potent Bloodline Power, had not been revealed yet.

Now, to defeat him, Ronan probably needs just one move.

How long has it been since their first encounter?

A strange emotion surged in Clements’s heart, only someone as close to him as Clements would know how terrifying the Talent hidden beneath this young man’s calm exterior truly is!

"Have you discussed the matter about Ancient Witch Revival Association with the Ring Master?"

Ronan casually asked Clements while his gaze was focused on the arena.

"I did, the Third and Fourth Ring Masters said they would inform other forces, and an investigation is expected to commence after the competition..."

Clements paused, then said, "I sent a message to Borbi to look up some information, records about the Ancient Witch Revival Association within the Magic Rings. Their last appearance in the south was over five hundred years ago, causing some unrest but it quickly settled down...

I think we might have been overly cautious."

Clements looked up at the six "Fierce Suns" in the starry sky and exclaimed, "Under the Light of Dawn, those things that can only hide in the shadows hardly get a chance to stir trouble..."

Ronan nodded, not saying anything more.

The competition on the Arena continued, one match after the other.

Ronan used this opportunity to observe other participating strong characterpowers, mainly focusing on force Genius "Leaders" like Orian Jupiter.

No need to say much about Melt Crystal Lake, it naturally referred to Ignatius who had Ancient Demon Flame Blood flowing in his veins.

Black Nightmare Swamp boasted a "unique standout," Angelie Leon, finding no other more flamboyant existence than him.

Over at Crimson Tower, there was a Blood Series Genius Wizard named Lufer.

Pale-skinned with unusual ruddy and vibrant features, handsome with dark red hair swept back as if constantly flowing blood.

His pupils were extremely small, with whites occupying almost 90%, making his appearance quite eerie.

This person was very low-key, sitting quietly in the spectators’ seats since the beginning of the competition, never showing any distinct remarkable aura.

When it was his turn to fight, he simply used a most common Blood Series Spell to end the match.

But...

Ronan could sense clearly that the Thunder Council’s "King," Jupiter, was focusing at least fifty percent of his attention on this young wizard named Lufer.

"A Crimson Tower is the only force among the Six Great Forces that can match the Thunder Council, a step above the other four forces. Being the top figure in such a force, and especially in the notorious and fiercely competitive Black Robed Blood Witch Force...

This Lufer is definitely not a simple character."

Ronan narrowed his eyes, looking through the crowd’s noise as if he could see behind the young man named Lufer, numerous crimson web-like veins emerging, forming a sinister and ancient evil pattern.

...

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