Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 435 - 202: Different, Waste has No Right to Sit In! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 435: Chapter 202: Different, Waste has No Right to Sit In! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2

Claire’s expression shifted slightly as she instinctively looked toward the small house behind her.

"Swoosh——"

Almost simultaneously, a gust of strong wind hit her face, and a dazzling golden light exploded before her eyes.

Instinctively squinting, Claire took two steps backward.

By the time she recovered her senses, she shockingly found that Ronan had already appeared before her.

Compared to a few days earlier, Ronan’s appearance had not changed much, but his entire aura had undergone a drastic transformation.

It was deeper and more contained, suffused with traces of coldness. Despite both being Level 3, just slightly nearing Ronan made Claire feel an unbearable sense of suffocation from an invisible suppression.

This feeling shocked him as he was not new to advancing to a Level 3 Wizard and was about to condense the sixth Spiritual Power Crystal.

In terms of combat ability, Claire knew she was definitely no match for Ronan, but it was unacceptable for her to feel suppressed even in actual spiritual cultivation.

"Let’s leave this place first."

Ronan, who had walked out of the small house, glanced at the rapidly contracting light curtain and called out to Claire.

Claire nodded, and the two of them did not delay. They quickly left the area before the light curtain completely shrank.

"Thanks for these last few days."

Above the Ancient Fairy City, Ronan thanked Claire; during the time of his seclusion, he had sensed the presence of wizards nearby more than once. However, each time, Claire had driven them away.

If not for Claire’s protection, his advancement would not likely have failed, but it would have been much more fraught with complications.

Claire just shook her head in response to Ronan’s thanks and then shifted the topic to the competition that both were concerned about.

"Now, there are only seven vacancies left."

"In this battle for positions, not only our Blue Mist Society is involved. Harvey and his allies have encountered considerable resistance in their joint effort to fight for positions. Moreover..."

Claire glanced at Ronan with a complex expression and said, "Orian has rallied a group of people trying to resist Andriel..."

"Huh?!"

Ronan, astonished, shifted his gaze from the white pillars of light at the center of the Ancient Fairy City to Claire, but then a sudden whizzing sound drew their attention.

Following the sound, they saw several figures rapidly flying towards them in succession.

The pursuers were incredibly fast - three Level 3 Wizards chasing a target that surprisingly exuded only the energy fluctuations of a Second-level Wizard.

Ronan glanced at the chased figure; with long hair, a valiant appearance, and a determined gaze, it was the young wizard Fier Jialong, who had once competed with him for an "entrance ticket" to the Ancient Fairy City.

He didn’t know what the latter had done, but the three pursuing Level 3 Wizards were brimming with murderous intent and tightly pursued him, casting warning glances towards Ronan and Claire even from afar.

Ronan’s eyes flashed slightly, and in half a breath, he disappeared from the spot.

In almost an instant, he appeared between Fier Jialong and the three Level 3 Wizards who were chasing him.

A brilliant, pale golden Spiritual Field emerged from his body, and titanium flowed down his right hand, quickly solidifying into a silver-white spear.

Rich Frost Power gathered around the shaft of the spear, turning into icy blue Frost Flames. Following that, a deep green mysterious flame arose, and the atmosphere within his Magic Domain circulated rapidly.

"Step aside!"

The leader among the three Level 3 Wizards had a cold expression. He raised his hand, and an immense Magic Domain emerged from his body.

But before his Spell could take shape, Ronan’s spear in his hand indifferently thrust forward.

Spiritual power, Frost Flames, Flame of Break Magic... multiple forces intertwined upon the spear, emitting a dazzlingly brilliant light in a flash.

The spear launched from his hand like lightning, and with a few rapid flickers, it unexpectedly appeared right in front of the Level 3 Wizard, effortlessly tearing through his Spiritual Field and Extraordinary Magic Realm, as well as layers of defenses.

"Bang!"

The spear pierced through the Wizard’s chest, its momentum unabated, and like a meteor, it crashed down violently, ultimately nailing him into the outer wall of a nearby ancient building!

At that moment, everyone chasing or fleeing halted.

Including Claire, everyone on the field stared at Ronan with an utterly shocked gaze.

Ronan stepped on the void, steadily approaching the Level 3 Wizard pinned by his spear on the tall wall.

He wore a calm expression, lightly lifting his right hand. The silvery-white long spear wrapped in flames on the high wall trembled, and the Level 3 Wizard who was impaled had his mouth agape, seemingly wanting to say something, but his body rapidly became blurry and eventually disappeared.

Only a large, colorful light orb remained, quickly merging into Ronan’s body.

Ronan casually grasped the titanium long spear flying back to him and closed his eyes. Outside his body, which was wrapped in metallic armor, thick billows of gray smoke emerged, enveloping him like ancient tattered burning banners.

In the deadly silent battlefield, the two Level 3 Wizards chasing Fier Jialong rapidly retreated and, in the blink of an eye, vanished without a trace.

Fier Jialong’s face tightened, his expression dazed.

At this moment, he remembered the identity of the handsome young man who reached out to save him.

At the opening of the Ancient Fairy City, this person had, like him, seized a Level 3 Wizard’s entry ticket as a Second-level Wizard to join the battle for supremacy.

Their starts in the competition were so similar, yet the only difference was...

At the beginning of the battle, Fier Jialong could occasionally defeat a few not exceptionally strong Level 3 Wizards through surprise attacks, but as time passed, all Fier Jialong could do was hide and run.

He had long lost the qualification to increase his soul power through combat, and could only collect the drifting soul light orbs like an ant in unnoticed corners.

However, the man he once thought was a peer, Ronan, upon meeting again, had already advanced to Level 3 and possessed such formidable strength that defeating other Level 3 Wizards was as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs. The thick gray smoke swirling around him indicated that the number of Level 3 Wizards he had defeated was astonishing.

Fier Jialong’s mouth parted slightly, wanting to say something.

But Ronan did not give him a chance to express his thanks, merely glancing at him casually and saying "Let’s go" to his companion. He then turned and swiftly flew toward the light pillar seats, the most fiercely contested and dangerous area in the ancient city at that moment.

Watching Ronan’s receding figure, the young wizard Fier Jialong’s face showed changing emotions.

Finally, with a light sigh, he actively moved toward the rapidly shrinking light screen.

It was time for him to exit the stage; after all, this was not his battlefield.

...

Between four neighboring, unlit stone pillars, a ghastly green energy light enveloped the entire area.

Several skull heads, as large as small hills, circled and danced in the sky, each skull’s hollow eye sockets emitting fierce and dazzling green light beams that continuously swept across in all directions.

In the center of this overwhelming terrifying force, a figure with long hair like tangled seaweed hanging down to the ankles stood.

Billowing gray smoke surrounded the figure, forming a vast cloud of gray, unimaginable how many opponents he must have defeated to accumulate it.

The massive gray cloud kept tumbling, with horrifying fierce forms faintly condensing out of it.

"Whoosh—"

A figure, encircled by heavy rings of fire and large amounts of gray smoke, suddenly charged towards a stone pillar, seemingly trying to seize the opportunity to light it.

But several huge skull heads flew rapidly towards him, their mouths emitting crossing beams of green energy that intertwined and swept across, and the figure could only last a few seconds before his rings of fire shattered, and he was struck by a green light beam and sent flying backward, vomiting blood.

His body became blurry in mid-air and soon disappeared, leaving behind a large cluster of mysterious light orbs that quickly merged into the seaweed-haired figure’s body, followed by the surging of the surrounding gray cloud, which expanded yet another size, reaching an astounding volume.

Around the seaweed-haired figure, several Level 3 wizards with powerful auras stood with ugly expressions.

Among them, a few had substantial scales of gray smoke swirling about them, already qualifying to light the stone pillars, but due to the blockade of the figure, they were completely unable to approach the pillars.

Moreover, although their surrounding gray clouds were vast, compared to the seaweed-haired figure, they were perhaps only about one-tenth of his size.

"Andriel, you’ve gone too far!"

A powerful Level 3 wizard spoke coldly to the figure at the center of the battlefield, "No matter how strong you are, you should only occupy one seat. Why are you hoarding all four spots and refusing to let others pass?"

"Heh..."

Within the ghastly green energy field, the billowing gray clouds parted, and a figure with an imposing aura slowly stepped out, dominating the entire scene.

"What right does trash have to take a seat?

Rather than going up there to be defeated, why not become my resource, Andriel...

Once I rise to the top, all of you will share in the glory!"

...

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