Wizard Bloodline

"Boom!"

The fiery wave cascaded onto the ground, scorching a vast area to blackness, even affecting the rune formation containing the Brain-Eating Flower nearby.

Previously, the relentless assault by the Brain-Eating Flower barely elicited a response from the formation. Yet now, a mere ripple from the magical firestorm had it shaking violently.

"Cough, cough—"

Bald Holgen emerged from the fiery aftermath, covered in ash, his silver robe dimmed and charred in large patches.

Though unscathed, he wore a grim expression, choosing to concede without hesitation.

It's likely the First Ring's ponytailed wizard had held back during their duel. Otherwise, a direct hit from that terrifying firestorm would have left Holgen not just disheveled but incapacitated.

With the Second Ring losing the first match, the entire group, including Velen, looked displeased.

But there was little they could do. No one expected the seemingly ordinary First Ring wizard to possess a second-level magic tool that a first-level wizard could activate, and with such devastating power.

Even if Velen had participated, he would likely have had to concede, albeit more gracefully.

The third match was between the Second and Third Rings. Velen's group gathered to discuss strategies.

No one paid attention to Ronan, who was entirely focused on the ponytailed wizard who had just exited the field.

Underneath his robe, Ronan held the mirror tool fragment he had acquired as an apprentice, gently tracing its patterns.

He was certain that his fragment and the ponytailed wizard's mirror tool were the same type and function.

His was merely a fragment, while hers was a complete tool.

"Similar tools likely originate from the same place... the Mirror, perhaps the Court of Mirrors?"

The fragment spun swiftly between Ronan's fingers, his curiosity and desire for exploration growing strong.

He had always been intrigued by the runes within the shattered mirror tool. Despite being broken, it still functioned—a rarity among the runes he had encountered.

Ronan cast a lasting glance at the ponytailed wizard, memorizing her appearance and aura, before the fragment vanished from his hand, his demeanor returning to calm.

"I'll go."

By then, Velen had decided to take the field himself.

Their group was the smallest and weakest among the three factions present. With their chances already slim, any further drop in morale might mean losing the Brain-Eating Flower altogether.

Velen intended to secure a victory, regardless of the cost.

The Third Ring quickly sent their representative, but based on aura alone, they were not on Velen's level. It was unclear if this was a strategic "sacrificial lamb" approach.

Just as Velen and the Third Ring wizard were about to engage—

Suddenly,

"Whoosh—"

A powerful mental force, far surpassing everyone present, descended upon the clearing, causing a gust of wind.

The air seemed to thicken, and even the numerous late first-level wizards struggled to breathe.

A figure appeared slowly in mid-air.

A man in his forties, with dark skin, wearing a deep blue robe adorned with intricate silver patterns, holding a finely crafted metal wand.

At first glance, he looked like a very ordinary middle-aged man, slightly balding with sparse gray hair.

Yet the aura he exuded was anything but ordinary.

His immense, pure mental power made the air around him "solidify and freeze," like invisible stones slowly pressing down from above.

He was akin to a miniature sun, radiating light and heat, oppressing those below.

"A second-level wizard!"

The second-level wizard, who appeared unexpectedly, didn't look at anyone present. His gaze was fixed on the Brain-Eating Flower encircled by the formation.

He stared intently at the flower below, and without visible spellcasting, the crystalline rune formation shattered explosively.

"This Brain-Eating Flower is mine. I happen to need its juice for a potion."

He spoke in a casual tone, but his words carried no hint of negotiation with the first-level wizards below—a mere statement of fact.

The faces of the three factions' wizards turned grim.

They had been struggling over the Brain-Eating Flower for some time, only to be suddenly told they were "out of the game." No one would accept that.

But their opponent was a second-level wizard.

Faced with such a disparity in power, they had no choice but to swallow their objections.

"Did you not hear what I said?"

The second-level wizard's tone grew cold, as waves of terrifying mental force crashed down like tidal waves from above.

Everyone felt a suffocating pressure, even the Brain-Eating Flower, free of the rune formation, retracted its tendrils, curling up like a frightened animal.

"We... retreat."

From the First Ring, a stern, thick-browed youth raised his hand reluctantly, leading his wizards to retreat.

Velen and the Third Ring wizard, on the verge of dueling, also withdrew with somber expressions.

But just as the three factions prepared to exit the contest, a second immense mental force descended.

"Whoosh—"

A black-robed figure surged into the scene like a meteor, exuding an aura no less formidable than the first second-level wizard.

This was a robust, wild-looking man with a thick gray beard and piercing green eyes, reminiscent of a fierce, mighty wolf.

Two second-level wizards?!

"Since when did the Brain-Eating Flower become so coveted by second-level wizards?!"

Someone cursed under their breath.

The two second-level wizards' mental fields divided the sky above the clearing, distinct and unyielding. At their boundary, the air warped and light blurred, as though two suns competed, neither giving way.

In this stalemate, the leaders of the first-level wizards paused, eyes flickering, no longer in a hurry to retreat.

"Fourth Ring, Colin Toby."

The balding second-level wizard introduced himself to the newcomer, offering a simple greeting.

The latter returned the gesture, scanning the Brain-Eating Flower below, shaking his head, "Don't worry, I'm not here to compete for the flower.

I'm here..."

He turned to the first-level wizards below, eyes narrowing, "I'm just looking for someone."

What?!

All the wizards were stunned, unsure what was happening, when the green-eyed wizard's gaze locked onto a spot, a grin spreading across his face, "Ah, found him."

Instantly, all eyes followed his gaze, landing on the Second Ring group.

Velen's face darkened as he stepped aside, his fellow wizards shifting to avoid the green-eyed wizard's stare.

Until—

A tall, white-haired youth emerged from the crowd.

His posture was upright, with striking blue eyes and handsome features.

The youth stood under the green-eyed wizard's mental focus, his expression calm.

"Ronan, move!"

The girl beside him urged him to step aside, but he gently shook his head.

"I can't.

He's here for me."

"Uh..."

The girl was taken aback, and the surrounding first-level wizards were also momentarily stunned.

They clearly sensed the youth's mental power—among the lowest present, merely mid-first-level.

A mid-first-level wizard attracting a powerful second-level for personal vendetta...

Expressions turned incredulous, especially among the Second Ring wizards.

Should they admire his knack for causing trouble or lament his ignorance and fearlessness?

"You seem aware."

The green-eyed wizard smirked, looking down, "Then you know why I'm here?"

The youth didn't respond, instead stepping forward.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous explosion, the ground where the youth stood erupted into a crater, dirt flying, his figure vanishing.

"Trying to run?"

The green-eyed wizard sneered, summoning vast mental power as energy particles swarmed.

But quicker than him was the balding second-level wizard, already waving his wand, summoning countless flashing silver lights.

"Still trying to snatch? Foolish and reckless!"

The second-level wizard spat in icy laughter.

Below, the first-level wizards were bewildered by the unfolding chaos.

A second-level wizard seeking vengeance on a mid-first-level was shocking enough, but the latter's boldness to provoke another second-level wizard, attempting to seize from him...

"This guy..."

As they pondered the youth wizard's actions, a torrent of icy cold erupted from the spell's impact points of the two second-level wizards.

In an instant,

The decayed, dark forest transformed into a realm of ice and snow.

Deep blue cold swept across the clearing's sky like northern lights, despair and mystery weaving an invisible domain, enveloping nearly everyone.

Amid the swirling snow, under the shifting auroras of the far north,

All eyes, including the two second-level wizards, watched in shock and disbelief as a tall, slender figure emerged from the frigid haze.

The white-haired, blue-eyed youth had shed his robe.

Beneath a simple silk shirt, his nearly perfect physique seemed divinely crafted.

Every inch of him, including each white hair, flickered with white flame, a terrifying, indescribable domain emanating from him, distorting the very air.

He cast the ice-wrapped Brain-Eating Flower at his feet with force.

"Boom!"

Afterward, the mercury-like bracelet on his right arm flowed into his hands, forming twin swords shrouded in silver mist.

He lifted his gaze slightly, squinting at the two second-level wizards above, speaking calmly, "Let's see what a second-level wizard is truly like."

With that,

Everyone watched, breath held, as the youth wielding twin swords shot into the air, blue flames igniting along the blades, ascending like an ice dragon freed from the frozen earth, charging the second-level wizards.

"Whoosh—"

Every breath Ronan took fanned the flames of his fighting spirit.

Under the activation of [Ascetic Body] with 157 points of master-level proficiency, the sense of control and power surged tenfold from before.

Within him, a white volcano seemed to simmer, each breath exhaling molten energy.

Before activating [Immaculate Body], the second-level wizards' mental fields had crushed him like heavy stones.

Now, they felt as fragile as tofu.

[Void Realm] activated, master-level [Basic Swordsmanship] in play, Ronan locked onto the balding second-level wizard, his form leaving a long phantom as he shot toward him like lightning.

The wizard's expression shifted as Ronan's aura approached, swinging his metal wand to summon a massive metal sphere from his robe, shimmering with golden runes, emitting waves of terrifying energy.

This was the power of a second-level spell, causing the void to ripple even before fully unleashing.

Ronan squinted, his twin swords crossed, the dispelling flames dancing like twin blue serpents.

He charged directly into the spell's wave, despair domain active, ice layering his form in transparent armor.

With a curt syllable from the wizard, the rune sphere exploded, blinding light obscuring all.

The surging energy tsunami roared to engulf him.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Ronan heard the sound of his ice armor shattering under the despair domain.

'In second-level combat, the area-effect despair domain's impact on mental will and physical damage is too minimal. Without a second ice domain, its power lags...'

Ronan mused, his mind calm as ice, twin swords dancing.

With [Void Realm]'s master-level battle consciousness, he sensed every energy flow's path, finding each weak point.

Master-level [Basic Swordsmanship] granted Ronan supreme control, dispelling flames blazing a path, as he surged upstream like a silver fish through the torrent.

It all happened in an instant.

"Crackle!"

Ronan emerged from the spell's core, twin swords in hand, metal shards pelting him like rain, leaving no mark.

With [Immaculate Body] active, his physical and spell resistances soared, rendering the metal debris harmless.

The balding second-level wizard's eyes nearly bulged in shock and disbelief.

"Impossible?!"

His only answer was the blue flame-enshrouded silver swords.

"Brilliant Robe!"

The wizard roared, silver metal coalescing into a massive shield.

But as it formed, a terrifying force struck.

"Boom!"

The newly formed shield caved, followed by the wrenching sound of metal tearing.

The silver shield split, Ronan advancing with twin swords.

With 177 points of master-level [Power of Dispelling] and the enhanced Demon Tungsten + [Silverization], even second-level defenses were paper-thin before Ronan's blades.

"The Brain-Eating Flower is that valuable? Worth risking injury?"

Ronan eyed the balding wizard, speaking coolly.

The wizard's expression shifted rapidly, then he abruptly fled.

"Swish!"

Watching the departure, Ronan calmly turned, swinging a sword backhanded.

With [Ascetic Body]'s 157 points of master-level physical power and [Power of Dispelling]'s domain boost, Ronan unleashed a massive crescent blue slash.

The azure blade met a bright flash, exploding with energy.

Tempestuous winds tousled Ronan's hair; he stood amidst icy aura, twin swords clanging with a bell-like ring.

His gaze fixed on the distant, green-eyed figure, Ronan spoke evenly, "Now... it's just us."

The green-eyed wizard's expression grew grim.

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