Wizard Bloodline

Chapter 104: Why Does the Seventh Ring Have Such a Talent?

"You should know who sent me to find you, right?" The green-eyed wizard calmed down suddenly, speaking to Ronan as if trying to confirm something.

Ronan smiled slightly, not answering, but instead raised his twin swords, crossing them.

It was as if he was starting a duel with the most elegant and composed gesture from court swordsmanship.

As Ronan slowly slashed his swords diagonally in the direction of the green-eyed wizard, he casually said, "Torrent."

In an instant, countless mysterious and powerful energies surged from him and his swords.

Hundreds of pure black particles, like micro black holes, appeared out of thin air.

The slow slash from Ronan's swords was like a dam opening, unleashing a massive, indescribable, terrifying black torrent that surged forward!

The green-eyed wizard's pupils contracted instantly, his expression akin to having swallowed a hundred flies, and he retreated swiftly. At the same time, second-level mental power surged, and countless metal fragments flew from his robe, forming into silver, glowing umbrella-like structures, releasing strong magical waves, layer upon layer.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The surging black torrent crashed into the silver umbrella structures, energy particles colliding. The bright silver umbrella shield's light extinguished layer by layer, yet the shattered glowing metal quickly reformed the final layer into a new umbrella defense.

As the torrent's momentum weakened, the green-eyed wizard barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before his peripheral vision caught a blurred figure breaking through the energy aftermath, rapidly approaching along the black torrent.

"Lead of Gravity!"

The green-eyed wizard almost shouted, casting a short incantation. Bright runes flared on his face.

Terrifying mental power burst forth, manipulating countless free-floating energy particles. Lead-gray filled the air, forming countless dense gray feathers that floated, then scattered.

The white-flamed figure charged into the rain of lead-gray feathers.

The first feather touched him, momentarily halting his movement.

He raised his twin swords, the blue dispelling flames scattering the feathers, yet more settled on him.

Each feather added weight, slowing him further.

With feathers falling in abundance, the white figure was enveloped in lead-gray, halting completely.

The green-eyed wizard sighed in relief, immediately preparing the next spell.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!

How many transcendent domain powers does he possess?!

Travis, that bastard!

Getting me into this without warning, no amount of reward can compensate!!"

The green-eyed wizard raged internally, hands never stopping.

Under his spell guidance, the silver metal fragments in the air reformed, each shimmering ominously, soon forming a massive, resplendent arrow.

But then, an inexplicable dread gripped him.

It was as if giant hands clenched his heart!

His eyes widened in shock, only reflecting a figure shrouded in intense light!

"Boom!"

An aura—whether cold or hot—burst forth, like a roaring furnace, scattering the lead-gray, the energy wind forcing the green-eyed wizard to squint.

Amidst the blur, he saw a tall figure approach, then vanish.

Before he could locate the figure again, his second-level wizard's mental senses screamed warnings!

"Zap!"

A streak of silver lightning cut through the sky, the wizard's energy shield manifesting abruptly, pierced like a bubble by the silver mist-enshrouded sword.

The close proximity of the blade's edge sent the green-eyed wizard's heart racing, runic patterns glowing on his neck, liquid silver metal spreading over his face.

"Smack!"

The silver metal barely covered the wizard's face before the flat of a sword struck, sending him flying like a sandbag, crashing into the earth below.

The perpetrator of this brute force act, eyes alight, looked at his sword-wielding hands, musing, "So [Immaculate Body] can negate negative spell curses... Immaculate indeed carries this meaning."

Having finished his self-dialogue, his form blurred once more.

He reappeared as if teleporting before the green-eyed wizard, who had just struggled out of the ground.

Casually raising a hand, he swung his sword like a whip.

"Boom!"

The green-eyed wizard, barely standing, was once more sent flying. But before he landed, another silver sword strike was upon him.

"Boom! Boom! Bang!"

The green-eyed wizard was tossed like a ball, his direction and position shifting constantly in the air.

He tried resisting, but the swords carried an overwhelming force and mysterious domain power that negated all his defenses, rendering his efforts futile.

As a second-level, when mental strength wasn't an advantage and spells couldn't form, he was merely a punching bag.

No telling how many strikes it took, finally—

"Stop!!"

The silver sword halted inches from the wizard's face, the blade's tip trembling, steam rising, causing him to sweat profusely.

The green-eyed wizard was encased in a silver metal medium, dented and uneven, resembling a battered metal puppet.

Particularly his cheeks, swollen like freshly baked silver bread.

The wizard, fearful, looked at the cold, handsome white-haired boy before him, unsure what to say when the youth tossed something at him.

"Open it."

The wizard instinctively caught it, finding it to be a storage pouch—his own, unmistakably familiar.

His face twitched, reluctantly removing his mental imprint and handing it back.

The white-haired youth seemed pleased with his cooperation, lowering his swords, speaking calmly, "Tell Travis I will find him... soon."

The green-eyed wizard exhaled deeply, giving the youth one last look before turning away, his mental power still as intense as the sun, though this sun had been knocked down repeatedly... now flying away without a backward glance.

When the green-eyed wizard's figure vanished from the sky,

The white-haired youth's oppressive aura receded, the fierce white flames extinguished, the cold dissipating... revealing his mid-first-level mental power.

The silver mist swords melted, reforming into a black bracelet.

He elegantly donned his robe, sheathing his formidable presence, reverting to an unremarkable first-level wizard.

Yet, turning, his blue eyes swept the surroundings, rendering—

The crowd silent.

Only the rustle of leaves in the breeze remained.

Ronan retrieved the Brain-Eating Flower encased in ice, walking to the First Ring wizards, addressing a dazed ponytailed wizard with a measured tone.

"Can we have a chat somewhere?"

The ponytailed wizard took several seconds to register Ronan's words.

"Swish—"

Her fair face flushed crimson with sudden joy and embarrassment, leaving her flustered.

"Sure, where to?"

"Follow me."

Ronan's demeanor softened, gesturing as he took flight, the ponytailed wizard obediently following.

In a moment, their figures faded into the horizon.

Even after they left, the battlefield remained eerily silent.

An unspoken, massive emotion seemed to linger, pressing on each wizard's heart.

Who knows how long passed.

As the emotion faded, a murmured voice broke the silence.

"Is he really just a first-level wizard?"

"How many transcendent domains does he control?"

"How can a first-level wizard defeat two second-levels?"

The murmuring came from the Second Ring group, from a dazed blond youth.

Velen.

His pride as a late first-level prodigy seemed shattered, leaving him anxious and uncertain.

"Beyonce! Beyonce!"

He suddenly grabbed the tanned, pretty witch beside him, shaking her shoulders frantically, "Is he really from the Seventh Ring?!

Help me, Beyonce!

I think he bears a grudge against me. I shouldn't have treated him that way. I need a chance to apologize!"

Velen's agitated, incoherent voice echoed in the quiet, heard by all.

Someone whispered,

"Why does the Seventh Ring have such a monstrous talent..."

The words carried awe, doubt, and an inexplicable mix of envy and bitterness.

"Whoosh!"

A silver figure quickly exited a secret realm's portal.

Upon emerging, he swiftly adjusted a ring on his right pinky, seemingly ordinary.

Spatial energy fluctuated, and he produced several vials of red potion, gulping them down hastily.

As the potions took effect, a series of bone-cracking sounds emanated from him.

The noise continued for a while before his frantic demeanor calmed.

The metallic sheen faded from his skin, revealing a rugged face marked with red streaks.

The green-eyed wizard examined himself in a mirror, his expression darkening, wincing as he touched the red sword scars on his face.

"Damn it!"

He cursed fiercely, his green eyes glowing like an enraged wolf.

Yet the fierceness quickly faded, replaced by shock and fear, leaving him visibly shaken.

"The thing?"

A calm voice sounded beside him.

The silver metal quickly reformed on his face, reacting to the presence.

He turned sharply, seeing a slender figure emerging like ink spreading on paper.

A young, black-haired man appeared.

With a thin face, pale skin, wearing a robe with a third-ring emblem, and black diamond earrings, he exuded a cold, deep aura.

Like a shadow, ever-expanding, swallowing the light around.

The green-eyed wizard's eyes flickered upon seeing him.

He paused before speaking, "I didn't get it."

"Just a mere first-level, not even late-stage, and yet you—a second-level wizard—failed against him?

Explain."

The young man's gaze was icy, "I need a reasonable explanation."

The green-eyed wizard's eyes wavered, his voice low, "Bad luck, another wizard of the same level was there.

That kid was cunning, slipping away during our conflict."

"Same level?"

The young man's brow furrowed, "Who?"

"Fourth Ring, named Colin Toby. A cocky yet skilled guy."

The green-eyed wizard replied quickly, his voice tinged with frustration.

Hearing the name, a cold gleam flashed in the young man's dark eyes.

After a moment, he composed himself.

"Forget it."

He spoke flatly, "I'll handle this myself next time.

I'll do it personally."

With that, he began to fade into the air, his form swallowed by shadows.

Once the young man's presence vanished, the green-eyed wizard's expression turned vicious and twisted.

"Bah! Bastard."

"You set me up first; don't blame me for returning the favor."

Spitting at where the young man had been, the wizard sneered.

"Facing such a monster, I hope you maintain that arrogant stance next time... hehe."

With that, he left quickly, face darkened.

Ronan led the ponytailed wizard from the First Ring out of the "Damp Jungle," descending into a secluded valley.

Turning, he saw the wizard, head down, hands clutching her robe's hem, nervously yet shyly.

Ronan blinked, unsure how to begin, when she spoke softly, "Why me?

We've only just met, never even spoken...

I always thought I was so ordinary..."

Ronan: "???"

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