Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 195 - 112: Not Enough, Nono Pelin (Requesting Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 195: Chapter 112: Not Enough, Nono Pelin (Requesting Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)

Ronan casually tossed Travis aside as if discarding a piece of obsolete trash.

Snow and ice clustered around him as he calmly broke through the light of the rune array surrounding the combat arena and flew towards the audience below.

"Ronan Damien... wins."

The silver bat slowly uttered.

A tremendous uproar brewed instantly.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief, incredulity... of course, there were also admiration and fear, along with dark wariness.

All kinds of gazes focused on Ronan at the same time, the aura that once belonged to Travis was now completely transferred to him, and it shone even brighter.

No one expected Travis to lose.

This was the stage he had carefully set for himself.

First round, first match.

The rest of the Magic Ring Wizards in the first round hadn’t even taken the stage, which was exactly the effect Travis desired—to capture the attention of everyone present.

By winning a battle using Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel, he intended to signal to everyone his formal campaign towards the top ten.

But the result...

Travis had just taken his first step on the path to the top ten and fell.

Moreover, he had been defeated by someone of a higher rank.

Level 1, mastering three kinds of Extraordinary Magic Domain Power, Dual Magic Domains Stacking...

At this moment, the Magic Ring Wizards in attendance seemed to witness a brilliant new star rising.

The brighter the light converged on Ronan, the uglier some faces looked.

Among the spectators, led by Lynch, Travis’s followers felt as if they had swallowed a hundred big-headed flies all at once—extremely shocked, indescribably uncomfortable, coupled with an inexplicable tension and fear.

Some had already begun to quietly separate from the crowd, frantically fleeing the Battle Square with a panicked expression and without looking back.

Upon closer inspection, it was the green-haired girl who had been instructed by Travis to deliberately deceive and make life difficult for Ronan during the mission.

Basil stood dumbfounded among the crowd, constantly hearing whispered conversations by his side, those words filled with astonishment and disbelief... At a certain point, Basil suddenly felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the abrasion on his left cheek seemed to sting with pain.

The bald, robust man Turpa looked dazed until a certain person’s figure was no longer in sight and had still not recovered.

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

Turpa kept murmuring, suddenly coming to his senses, and abruptly stood up from his seat, only to be held back by someone.

"You wouldn’t be thinking of using that entry-level test relationship to befriend that guy named Ronan, right?"

A companion Wizard asked him with a frown.

"I..."

Turpa opened his mouth, didn’t reply, but his constantly flickering eyes betrayed some of his thoughts.

He indeed had such plans.

"Wait a minute."

His companion whispered, "Remember what you said about his partnership with Benny... Don’t forget who Benny’s old adversary was?

He’s only Level 1, and he’s about to explore the Mirror Garden Secret Realm. It’s not certain whether he can withstand this wave of suppression..."

Turpa’s expression changed, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately sat back down.

Yet his heart was not content, with a voice constantly telling him: Yes, he’s only Level 1, that kid named Ronan, yet he has already defeated Travis.

Can Benny’s old adversaries really suppress him?

.....

Ronan returned to his original position.

After landing, the crowd in front automatically parted, opening up a passable route, with a mix of shocked and awed gazes on both sides.

Ronan stood at the edge, saw his name replace Travis’ at the top of the arena rankings, now in the seventeenth spot, and the identifier behind his name had also changed to the "Third Ring" mark.

Both the ranking and the ring level were temporary; after the selection battles ended, a fairer assessment would be made.

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

His expression was calm, his face showed no turbulence, as if the previous battle had nothing to do with him.

Benny had said, fall dazzlingly.

But how could defeat be called "dazzling"?

No matter how "dazzling" the defeat is, it could not compare to a fraction of the glory of victory.

At this moment, the first round of combat had officially begun, the roaring of spells in the Battle Square was incessant, but Ronan could still feel many eyes on him.

He heard people whisper his name lightly, and his affiliation with Benny was also casually spread by others.

He saw a Level 2 Magic Ring Wizard with a Second Circle identity approaching with a smile, as if wanting to initiate a friendship and get to know him.

But before reaching him, hearing certain rumors about him, he immediately stopped in his tracks, turned his head towards the direction of the ten Meditation Towers, and then hurriedly walked away with flickering eyes.

Ronan squinted, gazing at the name ranked sixth in the sky, then slowly moving up...finally lowering his eyelids.

"Not enough..."

"My radiance is still far from dazzling..."

"This is just a beginning."

After the start of the Magic Ring selection fights, unless completely giving up, no one could voluntarily leave before the first round.

The first round of combat, apart from the top ten geniuses residing in the Meditation Tower, involved compulsory participation by everyone.

The second round was voluntary.

Wizards who won in the first round could freely challenge others in the second round, and of course, the challenged could choose to accept or decline.