Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 298 - 154: What grade of bloodline do you have to challenge me over and over again?

Chapter 298: Chapter 154: What grade of bloodline do you have to challenge me over and over again?

"Damien’s bloodline is indeed powerful, but it’s merely pure strength.

Facing that person by the Melt Crystal Lake, however, I felt a strong sense of soul-deep inferiority...

A feeling I’ve never had when facing Damien."

Clements didn’t know if Deby could understand such an explanation; in fact, even he himself couldn’t accurately describe the subtle difference.

It was like the difference in mentality a commoner feels when facing a powerful warrior compared to a noble of higher standing.

From this, Clements concluded that Ronan’s bloodline might be inferior to that of the young man with the orange-gold eyes.

"Even Damien is inferior?"

Deby whispered, then suddenly looked up at the projected water curtain ahead, speaking with some concern: "But this guy seems to have set his sights on Damien, eager for a confrontation in the arena...

I’ve heard his name is Igor, the younger brother of the strongest person of this generation from Melt Crystal Lake, both sharing the same bloodline..."

"Although this guy’s bloodline is powerful, Damien’s strength is not to be underestimated, and with the aid of his Magic Tool Set, he might not necessarily lose if he faces him... Eh?!"

As Clements was speaking softly, he suddenly became aware of a slight commotion around him, and Deby’s abrupt pause beside him, and instinctively looked towards the projected spells.

When he saw the scene on the field, Clements’ gaze instantly froze, his face betraying an expression of incomprehension, and his brows quickly furrowed deeply.

"What kind of rules are these?..."

He instinctively turned his head to look at the sky to one side, only to see the silhouette of the Third Magic Ring Master Caroni rapidly turning grim, upon noticing the sudden change in the scene on the field.

Among the Level 3 Wizards leading forces from all directions, only the bald Wizard from Melt Crystal Lake gradually revealed a smile on his face.

...

"Swoosh—"

A slender column of silver-white light suddenly penetrated the protection of the Rune Formation and landed on Ronan.

As Ronan was subconsciously reaching to touch the Blue Diamond Earrings on his left ear, attempting to summon the ’Land of Frost’ Magic Tool Set, he found that the earring’s abilities were forcefully Sealed by a powerful restrictive force, and he was unable to summon it.

Not only that, but the rest of the Magic Equipment he had on him were also unusable.

Of course, this sealing wasn’t only directed at him.

The Second-level Wizard from the Thorny Palace who stood opposite him, as well as the other Wizards on the platforms preparing to start their battles, were all affected by this restrictive force.

None of their Magic Tools could be used; they had to rely solely on their own strength.

This seemed to be a new rule added in the second round of the inheritance selection.

After a brief moment of astonishment and silence, the tranquility on the field was broken by the loud laughter from a platform belonging to a "madman" from Melt Crystal Lake.

Arrogant flames rose up, and series of spell blasts resounded, accompanied by the indignant growling of opponents... The second round of the inheritance selection had officially begun.

As Ronan’s opponent and a top-tier Elite from the Thorny Palace, the Second-level Wizard quickly adjusted his State and was the first to launch an attack on Ronan.

"[Earth Spike Ball!]"

He uttered a lengthy spell and scattered a large number of dense specks towards Ronan with a wave of his hand.

As the specks neared, Ronan could see they were some kind of plant seeds.

Upon touching the ground, the seeds rapidly grew into bizarre, vine-like plants on the smooth, mirror-like surface.

Once these magical plants grew, they twisted into clusters, with pure black branches laden with equally black, lengthy spines, which aggressively rolled outwards in all directions like a "Wind Ball" as soon as they formed.

Each of these spike balls released intense and highly unstable energy fluctuations, exuding the solid luster of metal, yet seeming as if they could burst upon the slightest touch.

Facing a net of these spike balls, Ronan was expressionless. He took a slight step back, then opened his arms out to the sides...

One Ice Magic spell after another noiselessly emerged around him, the restrained magical fluctuations causing the void and light around him to appear as if collapsing.

At this moment, Ronan became like an invisible Black Hole, absorbing all light, heat, air around him...

When this sense of contraction and collapse reached a certain extreme...

"Boom!"

A horrifying cold current spread out unrestrained, and deep blue beams of light erupted from inside Ronan’s body.

Ronan was immersed in the brilliant blue glow, three extraordinary Magic Realms overlapping around him, white hair rising, and a turbulent aura of hopeless frost emerging wildly from beneath the Magic Robe.

He took a slight step forward, and the Earth Spike Balls darting around him immediately froze, coated in layers of Ice Frost, hanging in various corners of the air like huge black Ice Balls.

"Tundra, Frozen Soil..."

"My kingdom!"

Ronan walked forward step by step, speaking calmly.

His voice was like the howling wind sweeping across the snowy plains during winter, and like the remote cries of frost spirits on snowy nights.

Second-tier Ice Magic—[Cold Voice].

Ice Crystal thorns and fist-sized ice and snow vortexes crazily sprung from the ground, the Void around him, blanketing the entire platform in an instant.

The Earth Spike Balls that previously occupied the platform were now all frozen still, which then exploded one after another under the control of the Wizard from the Thorny Palace... but the explosive power generated by the blasts was quickly covered by the accumulating layers of ice and snow.