Chapter 324: Chapter 165 I’ll Wait for You at the Southern Wizard Genius Gathering, Shocking Change! _2
In the second round, Ronan only paid attention to the duels of those Level 3 Wizard geniuses.
However, due to the large gap with his opponents, he could hardly discern anything, as most Level 3 Wizards only needed one or two Spells to quickly resolve the fight.
His “main focus” Angelie used only a common Second-tier [Shadow Scythe] Spell in both rounds.
This Spell was clearly mastered to the “Master Level” by him, when cast, it was like countless cold crescent moons falling from dense dark clouds, with the rich Power of Magic Domain spreading out, slicing through the opponent’s defense in no ti and then declaring the end of the duel.
Jupiter from Thunder Council was even more exaggerated; when he made his move, electrical light flitted, and after the brilliance, he returned to his original spot, as if he had never moved at all, but his opponent on the Arena was already collapsed, black and paralyzed.
The remaining few Level 3 geniuses were much the sa, each with their own flair, still keeping their trump cards closely guarded.
When the Sun rose on the fourth day, the third round began.
The colorful Light Ball began to spin for the third ti, Ronan was about to stand up from his spot when, the next second, he was imdiately hit by a beam of light.
Before he could react, faint information was already transmitted from inside the light column enveloping him…
“Got a bye?!”
Ronan was sowhat astonished, then slowly sat back down under the envious gazes from all around.
With fifteen contenders left in the third round, indeed one person would get a bye, but Ronan did not expect that the lucky one would be him.
The third round was probably the fastest to end and the least eventful one, where the remaining few Level 3 geniuses “cleverly” avoided each other, each quickly dispatching their opponents and moving directly into the fourth round.
And in this round, both Ronan and Orian entered the top eight of the Magic Ring.
“Damien, relax your mind and fight with all your might.
Whatever the outco, it will be the best one for us…”
Ronan’s ears lingered with Caroni’s advice as he slowly stood firm at the front of the stage.
Caroni was right; even if he were to lose directly in the next match, the achievents Magic Ring had made in this competition were unexpected by everyone.
As the sun set on the fifth day.
Ronan watched the orange Sun slowly disappearing at the horizon where light and dark t, day sinking, night surging… a surge of inexplicable emotions welled up in his heart.
Turning his head back, the distribution of the colorful Light Balls had ended, a light column fell on him, and the other selected…
Ronan’s gaze moved forward, stopping finally… on a brown-haired, wine-red-eyed, lazily unworried young man filled with a sinister air.
Angelie.
The battle he had been longing for was finally here, yet Ronan’s heart was unusually calm.
On the contrary, Angelie seed a bit surprised by the early arrival of this battle.
He looked sowhat astonished as he stood up from the luxurious black high-backed chair, looked up at the sky, then at Ronan, a smile that Ronan couldn’t understand appeared on his face.
Shaking his head slightly, he slowly walked towards the Arena.
Ronan followed closely, step by step rising into the sky.
Finally, the two stood in the center of the Arena.
Looking at Angelie in front of him, Ronan’s mind quickly flashed through a multitude of scenes.
About his previous encounters with Angelie, that mysterious God Burning Potion that changed his fate…
Unconsciously, a faint fighting spirit ignited within Ronan, like a fire on an autumn wilderness; initially just specks, but quickly growing stronger until it also lit up his pupils.
“Angelie.”
Ronan softly uttered the na.
But before he could say more, Angelie had already spoken, interrupting him.
“I know what you want to say, I can feel your desire..”
Angelie looked at him, speaking softly: “But alas, my dear Ronan Damien.
The unripe fruit that once intruded into my back garden…
I might have to disappoint you once again.”
“Uh..”
Ronan was slightly startled, the fighting spirit in his eyes abruptly stalled.
At this mont, he sensed an unusual aura continuously spreading from Angelie.
“Thump!”
His heart hamred fiercely.
Ronan’s breathing beca sowhat rapid, feeling the Bloodline Crystal of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake implanted in his heart trembling violently.
Angelie…
Angelie also possessed a Bloodline!
But the power he was slowly releasing did not seem to be aid at himself.
What does he an?
What does he want to do?
“Now you, you’re still a little bit away from being qualified to challenge …”
Angelie extended his hand, his index finger and thumb approximating a small gap, while a strange, eerie smile appeared on his face.
He spread his arms, and a visible shadow expanded behind him.
The vibration frequency of the bloodline crystal in his heart was accelerating, Ronan’s expression slightly distorted. He had a strong bad premonition, an uneasy feeling driving him to move rapidly towards Angelie.
“What are you going to do?”
Ronan’s voice was hoarse as he roared low at Angelie.
But Angelie did not answer, just looked at him, smiling.
At this mont.
Angelie’s appearance had an astonishing similarity to the first ti Ronan t him in the Corpse Garden.
Ronan gritted his teeth, the tal ford by the silverization of Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy took shape into a huge and dazzling Half Moon Blade during his arm swing, whistling towards Angelie, only to be stopped in its tracks by an invisible force.
“I will wait for you in the position of the Genius Chief of the Southern Wizard Genius Gathering…”
At this point, Angelie’s figure had expanded into a vast shadow, with a pair of pitch-black wings unfolding behind him, deep as the darkest night.
He smiled gently at Ronan, his lips moved, just like that first ti, slowly articulating, “Before I see you next ti, make sure not to die.
Rember, this is a threat.”
After speaking, Angelie’s wings behind him gently fluttered, and at so extre mont when the Bloodline Crystal in Ronan’s heart trembled…
“Swish—”
Just like a TV screen suddenly turned off.
The shadow in front of Ronan suddenly shrank and disappeared, and with it disappeared the figure of Angelie.
Ronan stood there, startled, his right hand still extended forward, not yet recovered from Angelie’s sudden departure.
The next second, however, he heard a huge explosion sound from another direction far off, accompanied by an unprecedented terrifying energy aftermath.
Then, he caught a glimpse of lightning flashing, countless bolts moving rapidly, and Jupiter, who always sat high on a silver-white chair like a “Monarch,” suddenly appeared in front of him.
Staring straight at him, then his face rapidly paled, and with a violent cough, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. At the center of his chest, there was a huge bloody hole as if clawed out by so bird’s talon.
Ronan stepped back sharply in shock.
As he stepped back, another terrifying blast of fire erupted on the other side, with even more intense energy vibrations.
Roars, bellows, and the sounds of spells colliding…
In the sky, the six “Suns of Dawn,” which had been hanging still, saw one of them, as red as magma, and another as green as jade, suddenly burst with light and then violently crashed into the two nearby “Suns”!
“Boom!”
The terrible tide of energy that cannot be described in words rolled and spread across the sky, filled with anger, astonishnt, and an incredible majestic voice overhead. Before Ronan could make out what the voice was saying, he felt sothing silently streaking above his head.
He looked up sharply, only to see a vague silhouette.
This figure radiated an unmatched grey light, becoming the seventh “Fierce Sun” in the sky.
This grey sun kept expanding, as if a giant maw, slowly swallowing the other six “Suns of Dawn.”
“Resurrection… Salvation…”
“Praise, worship, follow!”
“The old days shall be cleansed, the new days will descend…”
“Chant His true na!!”
“Om—”
Countless male and female voices echoed simultaneously in the venue, chanting a strange, ancient incantation, which seed ethereal yet eerie among all the chaos.
Silver lights like mirror shards blossod in the night sky, countless silver lights trickling down like raindrops.
Ronan stood in the center of the vast arena, not far from him was the critically injured Jupiter.
His expression was dazed, his eyes blankly staring at the sky enveloped by darkness, his mouth involuntarily murmuring quietly.
“F*ck, Angelie you madman…”
“What have you done… again?”
…..
Today I will make up for yesterday’s missed release.
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