Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 172 - 103: Silver Mist Dual Swords, Elegant Ice Dragon, Battle Level 2_2

Chapter 172: Chapter 103: Silver Mist Dual Swords, Elegant Ice Dragon, Battle Level 2_2

At the location of the First Magic Ring, a young wizard with thick eyebrows and a stern demeanor looked unpleasant as he raised his hand and led the fellow wizards under his command to slowly retreat.

Viren and another Third Magic Ring wizard who were originally preparing for the showdown also hurried back with grim faces upon seeing this.

Just as the three parties were preparing to withdraw from the contest, a second spiritual field that far exceeded the category of a Level 1 Wizard descended closely behind.

"Huh—"

A figure in a Black Robe, like a meteor streaking across the sky, crashed into the scene. The terrifying aura he emitted was in no way inferior to that of the first arriving Second-level Wizard.

This was a strong man with a wild temperament, possessing extremely dense grey whiskers, and emerald green eyes that resembled those of a robust and fierce wolf.

Two Second-level Wizards?!

"Since when did Brain-eating Flowers become so popular among Second-level Wizards?!"

Someone cursed in a low voice.

The spiritual fields of the two Second-level Wizards divided the sky above the clearing in half, distinctly separated. The air distorted massively where the fields intersected, blurring the light as if there were two suns in the sky, competing against each other without giving ground.

Under these circumstances, the leaders of the three parties of Level 1 Wizards who were originally leaving the scene stopped in unison, flickering in their gaze, and not in a hurry to leave immediately.

"Fourth Magic Ring, Colin Tobey..."

The middle-aged balding Second-level Wizard was just as surprised by the sudden arrival of a peer and frowned as he performed a simple gesture of courtesy and volunteered his own name.

The latter returned the gesture, glanced over the Brain-eating Flower below, and shook his head, "Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight you over the spoils.

I came over..."

He turned to look at the group of Level 1 Wizards below, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "just to find someone."

Hmm?!

All the wizards present were taken aback by his words, not yet understanding what this meant, when they heard the newly arrived Green-eyed Wizard suddenly fix his gaze on a spot, his lips slowly curling upward, stating, "Well, I’ve found him now."

In an instant, all eyes turned to where the Green-eyed Wizard’s gaze was fixed.

It was precisely the location of the people around the Second Magic Ring.

Leading them, Viren with the golden hair, turned away with an unsightly expression, and the wizards behind him also stepped aside one after another to avoid the Green-eyed Wizard’s gaze.

Until...

The figure at the end of the crowd was revealed.

It was a young man with an upright figure, white hair, blue eyes, and quite a handsome face.

The Green-eyed Wizard locked onto the young man’s figure with his spiritual power, yet the expression on the young man’s face remained calm.

"Ronan, get away!"

The girl next to the young man urged him to step aside in a hurried tone, but the young man simply shook his head.

"Can’t get away..."

"He’s here for me."

"Uh..."

The girl was stunned, and so were the surrounding Level 1 Magic Ring Wizards.

The fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from the young man was clearly felt by everyone, nearly the weakest in the entire place, only at the Intermediate Level 1 Stage.

An Intermediate Level 1, provoking the mighty Second-level to come for a personal vendetta...

Many people’s expressions started to become odd, especially that of the group from the Second Magic Ring.

Was it to commend this fellow’s remarkable trouble-making skill or to lament his ignorance and fearlessness?

"You do have a sense of self-awareness."

The Level 2 Green-eyed Wizard smirked, looking down from above as he spoke, "Then you must also know why I’m looking for you, right?"

However, the young man didn’t respond but instead made a motion to move forward...

"Boom!"

With a massive explosion, the spot where the young man was standing suddenly burst open into a huge pit, soil splattering everywhere, with the young man’s figure vanishing into thin air.

"Still trying to run?"

The Green-eyed Wizard sneered derisively, as an enormous spiritual power of a Second-level started to mobilize, with countless Energy Particles flocking in the air.

But faster than his actions was the middle-aged Second-level Wizard with a balding crown, already waving his Magic Wand, summoning a myriad of sparkling silver Light Points.

"Still thinking of stealing? Foolish and ignorant fool!"

The middle-aged wizard uttered a scornful chuckle full of extreme anger.

The Level 1 Magic Ring Wizards below were all somewhat baffled by the sudden turn of events on the field.

It was already surprising enough for a Second-level Wizard to come and seek vengeance on an Intermediate Level 1, but the latter, far from begging for mercy or escaping, even took the initiative to provoke another Second-level and attempted to snatch something from the latter...

"This guy..."

Just as everyone was pondering how to judge the actions of the Level 1 Wizard youth, a surge of immensely chilling cold air erupted from the location where the two Second-level Wizards had cast their spells.

In just an instant.

This decaying, gloomy woodland completely transformed into a realm of ice and snow.

A deep blue current of cold air, like a sky light unrolling, swept across the clearing’s sky, despair and mystery intertwined into an invisible Magic Domain, abruptly expanding, almost encompassing everyone.

Then, amidst the spread of snow, under the flickering Northern Lights of the extreme north’s Frozen Soil...

All present, including the shocked and incredulous gazes of the two Second-level Wizards, watched as a tall and straight figure stepped on the Ice Frost, walking out slowly from the billowing coldness.

The white-haired, blue-eyed young man had at some point shed his Magic Robe.

Beneath a simple silk shirt, his nearly perfect physique seemed like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by the heavens.

All over his body, including every strand of his white hair, pulsed a layer of white blazing flame half a foot long. An invisible, unknown, and indescribable terrible Field emanated from within him, distorting and collapsing the air.