Wizard Bloodline

Ronan casually tossed aside Travis like discarded trash.

Surrounded by ice and snow, he calmly broke through the rune array's light surrounding the duel stage and flew down.

"Ronan Damien wins."

The silver bat announced slowly.

In an instant, a storm of astonishment brewed.

Shock, bewilderment, disbelief, awe, reverence, and a hint of dread filled the air.

Various gazes converged on Ronan, the halos that once surrounded Travis now shining brighter around him.

No one expected Travis to lose.

This was a stage meticulously constructed for himself.

The first round, the first match.

No other Ring wizards had even stepped onto their stages yet; this was the effect Travis desired—to capture everyone's attention.

To announce to all, with a victory over Ronan and the acquisition of Demon Tungsten, his ambition to break into the top ten.

Yet the result...

Travis stumbled on his first step down that path.

Moreover, he was defeated by someone of a lower level.

A first-level wizard, mastering three transcendent domain forces, with dual domain overlay—

At this moment, the Ring wizards seemed to witness a dazzling new star rising.

The brighter Ronan's aura, the darker certain faces became.

In the audience, Travis's followers, led by Lynch, looked as if they'd swallowed a hundred flies, utterly shocked, uncomfortable, and with a thread of anxious fear.

Some began quietly leaving, panic-stricken, not daring to look back as they hurriedly fled the duel square.

Upon closer inspection, it was the green-haired girl who had deceived and hindered Ronan under Travis's orders.

Bazel stood dazed among the crowd, overhearing whispers of astonishment and disbelief, feeling a chill as if plunged into an ice cellar, the scar on his left cheek throbbing painfully.

The bald man, Turpa, remained stunned until Ronan's figure vanished from view.

"That kid, he actually... defeated Travis head-on?!"

Turpa muttered, suddenly coming to his senses, leaping from his seat, only to be stopped by a call.

"You don't plan to leverage your entry test connection to befriend Ronan, do you?"

A fellow wizard frowned at him.

"I..."

Turpa opened his mouth but didn't answer, his flickering eyes betraying certain thoughts.

He did indeed have that intention.

"Wait."

The companion whispered, "Remember you said he was with Benigo? Don't forget Benigo's old adversaries.

He's only first-level, with the Mirror Court's secret realm exploration soon. Can he withstand the pressure?"

Turpa's expression shifted, hesitating, before reluctantly sitting back down.

Yet he felt dissatisfaction, a voice inside him said: Yes, he's only first-level, Ronan is only first-level, yet he defeated Travis.

Can Benigo's old enemies truly suppress him?

Ronan returned to his original position.

After landing, the crowd parted, creating a path for him, with eyes of shock and reverence on both sides.

Ronan stood at the edge, noting his name now replaced Travis's at the seventeenth position, marked as "three rings."

The ranking and ring count were temporary, pending a fair assessment after the duel selection.

Ronan withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the rankings.

His expression was calm, his face impassive, as if the previous battle had nothing to do with him.

Benigo had once said, lose brilliantly.

But how can failure be called "brilliant"?

No matter how "brilliant," failure cannot compare to the light of victory.

As the first round of duels officially began, the square echoed with spellcasting, yet Ronan still felt many eyes on him.

He heard whispers of his name, his connection to Benigo spreading quickly.

He saw a second-level Ring wizard, smiling, approaching to introduce himself and make friends.

But upon overhearing certain rumors, the wizard paused, glanced at the Ten Meditation Towers, and quickly walked away.

Ronan squinted at the name in sixth place, then moved his gaze upward before lowering his eyelids.

"Still not enough."

"My light is far from brilliant enough..."

"This is just the beginning."

Once the Ring's duel selection commenced, participants couldn't leave before the first round was complete unless they forfeited.

The first round, except for the top ten eligible for the Meditation Towers, was mandatory for everyone.

The second round was voluntary.

Wizards victorious in the first round could freely challenge in the second, though the challenged could choose to accept or not.

In simple terms, the first round was merely a task; the second was the true selection.

With over a thousand Ring wizards, eliminating those who voluntarily forfeited, two-at-a-time dueling would take a long time.

Ronan, mimicking some wizards, shaped Demon Tungsten into a seat, sitting to watch the duels and pass the time.

The fight with Travis gave him an understanding of his current strength.

With dual domain overlay and [Power of Dispelling], even without fully activating [Immaculate Body], he had an advantage over second-level wizards at the three-ring level.

Of course, the ease of defeating Travis was partly due to his seemingly weak first-level strength and the debut of various trump cards.

After defeating Travis, no one in the Seventh Ring received more attention than Ronan. These hidden advantages were gone, and future battles, even against opponents similar to Travis, would be harder.

Everyone would be wary of his methods and even make countermeasures.

As he thought, Ronan sensed someone approaching.

He looked up to see a young man with radiant blonde hair, handsome like a sun god.

The man's mental energy radiated like the sun—strong, intense—a second-level wizard, stronger than Travis.

"Can we talk somewhere? Ronan."

The charming, magnetic voice of the blond youth invited, smiling, with an air of warmth and undeniable charisma.

He appeared genuinely friendly, his gaze soft, without hostility, even with a strong sense of closeness.

Ronan considered, then nodded.

"Alright."

Moments later, beneath a blue metal building with a round spire far from the duel square, the handsome blond youth extended a hand, introducing himself.

"I'm Norno Pellin."

Norno Pellin?!

Ronan blinked.

If he remembered correctly, this name ranked eleventh in the sky's ranking list.

The first below the fourth ring?!

No wonder he seemed much stronger than Travis, ranked six places higher.

"What do you want?"

Ronan glanced at the offered hand, not responding.

Norno Pellin seemed unfazed, smiling as he lowered his hand, speaking slowly, "No wonder Big Brother Benny values you so much, even gifting you his Demon Tungsten.

In some ways, you remind me of him."

Ronan squinted, softly repeating, "Big Brother Benny?"

Norno Pellin nodded, his tone a mix of nostalgia and regret, "Yes, Benigo was once my best friend.

He was like an older brother to me.

Back when he was in the Ring, he took great care of me, but later..."

Norno Pellin's face showed deep complexity and helplessness, shaking his head, "...he was too proud, considering any help an insult, especially when at his lowest.

I lost all contact with him, searched the entire Ring but couldn't find him...

But he values you greatly."

Norno Pellin looked at Ronan with a strange gaze, saying, "He not only returned to everyone's sight for you but also gave you his treasured Demon Tungsten.

Did you reignite his fighting spirit? Ronan.

Regardless, I thank you on his behalf."

With that, Norno Pellin formally performed a wizard's gratitude gesture to Ronan.

For a second-level wizard, and a genius at the third ring, to show gratitude to a first-level wizard—this was astonishing.

"...Benigo once asked me to look after you, but the communication stone he left for contacting you, I lost it..."

Norno Pellin's face showed remorse and apology, but soon he looked invigorated.

"Fortunately, now I see you.

I know who still plans against you.

Rest assured, from now on, I'll stand with you. Anyone against you..."

Norno Pellin spoke lightly but firmly, "Must get past me first."

Norno Pellin's words were sincere and earnest, leaving Ronan seemingly touched, silently lowering his head.

Norno Pellin's amber eyes flickered, extending his right hand again.

"Pleasure to meet you, Damien."

He spoke softly, the surroundings seemingly brightening with his words.

Finally, under Norno Pellin's expectant gaze, Ronan looked up.

Then...

He stepped back.

"Sorry, you might have the wrong person."

Ronan said calmly, "The Benigo I know never asked anyone to look after me.

And...

He told me he had no friends in the Ring."

With that, Ronan turned and left without a glance at Norno Pellin.

Norno Pellin's gesture and sincere smile froze.

He watched Ronan's departing figure, his smile fading, eyes darkening.

Standing in the shadow of the round-spired building, all light vanished, and he merged with the shadow.

Time passed.

Norno Pellin emerged expressionless, returning to his bright and radiant demeanor.

He walked towards the duel square, bypassing its bustle, entering a quiet, empty area.

This was beneath the Seventh Ring's silver tower, its square body glowing with countless rune lights.

Mysterious blue light filled the area, exuding a profound rune aura.

Entering, even his mental energy became lively.

Norno Pellin closed his eyes, breathing the area's air deeply.

He didn't approach the silver tower but moved to the ten gray-white towers encircling it.

Atop each tower floated a large blue light sphere array, illuminating the area with blue light.

Norno Pellin's gaze lingered on each tower, filled with envy and longing.

He walked slowly by, stopping at the sixth tower.

Approaching.

A hoarse voice spoke from the tower's top.

"How did it go? Did your plan work?"

The voice came from the top, where Norn Pellin squinted to see a tall figure in short clothing looking down.

He shook his head, replying, "The kid's talent surpasses Benigo's, and he's much smarter... I couldn't fool him."

"Even you, Norno Pellin, can't deceive someone."

The tower top voice laughed, either in jest or admiration.

Norno Pellin was unfazed, speaking lightly, "What now? Will you deal with him yourself?"

"You must be mad."

The voice turned cold, "You want me to challenge someone from atop the tower?"

"Then wait for him to challenge you?"

Norno Pellin frowned, "He's only first-level, won't make such a foolish move.

When he does, he'll be formidable... Remember Benigo!"

"That's why you're the best candidate now."

The figure spoke plainly.

"Impossible."

Norno Pellin shook his head, "I can't afford to antagonize him, and I can't ensure crippling him... He's strong, with dual domain overlay and a strange power easily tearing through domains. I..."

"If you lack confidence, you'll never leave the tower!"

The figure coldly retorted, "If your betrayal of Benigo is exposed, do you think you'll escape his vengeance?"

Norno Pellin's face darkened, eyes flickering.

Suddenly, a red orb fell from the tower top, straight to Norno Pellin.

He instinctively caught it, examining it closely, excitement and joy flashing on his face.

He looked up, "This..."

"I got it from a genius wizard at Magma Lake, perfectly matched for you.

In the second round, find that kid, 'accidentally' cripple him, and I'll lend it to you until the selection ends.

If you're willing to risk murder charges, I'll give it to you outright."

Norno Pellin clenched the red orb, his face shifting, eyes darting between the nearby gray-white towers.

Finally, he left silently, the red orb clutched tightly.

Atop the tower, a tall youth with long hair and a scar running from his left brow to his right mouth corner stood, his invisible field grinding like a great mill, crackling with dark brown light, exuding terror.

He watched Norno Pellin leave, icy eyes glinting.

"Benigo, you won't 'live' before me in any form again."

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