Chapter 692: Chapter 339: Shattering the Dark with Thunder! Despicable, Vile, Shameless!
Level 3..
Ronan sensed the spiritual power emanating from the round-glasses chubby wizard in front of him, and relaxed a bit internally.
His luck wasn’t too bad; in fact, it was quite favorable. His first-round opponent was merely a Level 3 Wizard.
"Cosk Du Lin?"
Ronan thought for a moment, then took the initiative to speak and call out the opponent’s name.
"Yes."
The chubby wizard pushed up the crystal round glasses on his nose that seemed about to slip off at any moment, staring at him as he spoke in a faint tone: "I didn’t expect my luck to be so good... to be able to be paired in the same duel with the Spiritual Text genius who awakened the ’Deep Knowledge Crown’.
Ronan Damien, in the previous stage of selection, you certainly stole the spotlight..."
From the tone of the chubby man named Cosk in front of him, Ronan detected something a bit off, causing him to frown slightly.
"Are you planning to compete? I’m a whole level higher than you..."
"Do you think you’re impressive?"
The chubby man’s tone suddenly became sharper and shrill.
"Do you think achieving Level 4 makes you impressive? Do you really think I’m praising you?"
Ronan was taken aback, then saw Cosk in front of him, as if spellbound, starting to talk to himself.
"I heard your soul quality is only three stars?
Why should someone with three stars embrace Dawn?
Just how many resources did that damn foolish mentor of yours waste on you?
Why don’t I have a mentor willing to put so much effort into cultivating me?!"
"You..."
Ronan was just about to speak when he saw Cosk already remove the round glasses from his face, and then his bulky figure beneath the wide magic robe began to rapidly inflate like a balloon.
"I possess a talent no less than yours! Just like your prowess in the Ancient Spirit Text, only it’s unknown..."
Ronan watched helplessly as dense black fur, like steel needles, rapidly sprouted on the chubby guy’s face and body, and his entire being became incredibly robust and menacing.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a man-wolf with a giant lizard-like tail, walking upright.
A terrifying aura far surpassing an average Level 3 Wizard emanated from him, filled with an evil presence.
"Surprised, aren’t you? This is the Ancient Dragon Wolf Transformation Spell I researched through biological alchemy; you’re lucky to be the first wizard to witness it!
I was already researching this during my apprenticeship..."
"I, Cosk Du Lin, will definitely become a remarkable figure in the Wizard World.
And you, Ronan Damien, will be the witness to the starting point of it all!"
Cosk’s voice also became rough and hoarse. His eyes were red as he stared hard at Ronan, letting out a shout filled with resentment and exhaustion.
"I shall use this thunder... to shatter the impenetrable darkness over this deep sea!"
"Roar!"
Transforming into the lizard-tailed man-wolf, Cosk roared and transformed into a black whirlwind, lunging directly at Ronan.
Ronan paused slightly, then shook his head and proactively moved to meet him.
"Boom!"
......
"Snap——"
A deep blue light ball shattered, and a tall, handsome young man, holding in one hand a chubby boy with two big hairy legs exposed, unconscious, walked out calmly from the sudden burst of light.
"Cosk Du Lin..."
The young man lifted the chubby boy he held, looked around, "Anyone know him?"
Some people threw cold glances of attention his way.
A moment later, a figure swiftly leaped into the air, a petite female wizard with a fair complexion and a few freckles on her face.
She stepped forward and grabbed a piece of flesh on Cosk, twisting it harshly in a 360-degree motion.
Cosk muttered unconsciously while still asleep, turned over in Ronan’s hand, and soon began to snore lightly.
"Is his usual stress... quite high?"
Ronan reflected and then asked.
The freckled female wizard blushed instantly without speaking, just bowing deeply to Ronan, then with an iron face, grabbed Cosk and turned to leave quickly, disappearing into the Crystal Palace.
Ronan flew towards Heliodor’s position. Some wizards who had just completed their duels, like him, returned to their crystal rooms.
"Luck’s on your side... you happened to encouter one of the few Level 3 small ones."
Heliodor seemed in good spirits, greeted Ronan as soon as he landed.
"Make a note of this Cosk Du Lin."
Ronan told him: "His talent and prowess in Flesh Alchemy are quite good... he’s worth your attention."
"What does a Level 3 Wizard know about Flesh Alchemy?..."
Heliodor shook his head, apparently not taking Ronan’s words to heart, but still took out a piece of crystal and marked it simply.
Ronan didn’t say anything more; he just thought that the little chubby Cosk, who was "filled with resentment and complaining about unfair fate," indeed had "something," for despite being only Level 3, he could use that so-called "Ancient Dragon Wolf" transformation to reach a level that could contend with a general Level 4 Wizard.
Such talent will surely "shine" sooner or later. If Heliodor could take him on as a disciple or something, it might be beneficial for both parties.
But he only said as much, leaving the future development of the matter to whether Heliodor and Cosk would "see eye to eye."
Ronan found a spot next to Heliodor and sat down, gazing in the direction of the Flame Tower projection.
Every now and then, a Light Ball serving as a temporary combat space would shatter, and the wizards participating in the duel would walk out "laughing and chatting."
The scene was neither lively nor dull.
Ronan had participated in many different competitions, from the Seven Rings competition of the Silver Magic Ring to the contest for the Genius Seat of Heramus.
The duel selection of Spirit Lake Deep Sea was by far the least competitive atmosphere he had ever witnessed in a contest.
Most wizards of the Deep Sea Faction regarded this selection as a "game," happy if they won, yet unashamed if they lost.
In such a relaxed atmosphere, it was hard for Ronan to kindle even the slightest fighting spirit, let alone temper himself through battle and break limits.
"Perhaps the Flame Tower really suits me better..."
Ronan thought silently to himself.
"Who is your next opponent?"
Heliodor, who had been squinting into the distance, possibly watching the duels or lost in thought, suddenly asked Ronan.
Ronan glanced at his Spirit Lake Ring, and when he saw the name of his opponent, he was momentarily stunned.
But he quickly regained his composure and reported the name to Heliodor.
"I have an impression of this person, his strength is quite good, but with the potions I gave you, you might not necessarily lose to him..."
Heliodor pondered for a moment before speaking slowly after seeing the name Ronan had reported.
"What exactly did you bet with Valentine?"
Ronan’s eyes flickered as he asked.
Heliodor glanced at him and replied indifferently, "The bet was that you would at least make it through the first three rounds..."
"Your confidence in my strength is overwhelming..."
"You don’t need to worry about that."
Heliodor casually waved his hand, "Just keep a relaxed mindset and face the duels, I’ll handle the rest..."
A gleam flashed in Heliodor’s eyes, and he whispered, "That guy Valentine thinks he’s so smart and always wants to outshine me... This time, I will make him eat humble pie, so that when he sees me in the future, he dares not lift his head again!"
Ronan was speechless at the competitive game between the two old men. By this time, the first round of selection was over, and a new batch of Light Balls appeared.
He rose from his seat and slowly flew towards the direction of the Light Balls.
Voices of excitement came from afar, and Ronan turned his head to see Misha entering the arena like a young monarch amidst a crowd.
Ronan found it amusing and looked up at the radiant and exquisite Crystal Crown above him, then stepped into the space for the second round duel.
Different colored Light Balls represented battlefield spaces under different elemental conditions.
This time, Ronan landed on a flat land covered with yellow sand. Not far away, a person stood quietly with his back to him, seemingly waiting for his arrival.
Sensing Ronan’s presence, the figure slowly turned, revealing a rugged yet indifferent middle-aged man’s face.
The left cheek bore three flame-shaped scars, which were strikingly conspicuous.
"Sigel."
Ronan uttered the other’s name, "Long time no see."
Indeed, by chance, his opponent in the second round happened to be the Level 4 Dawn Wizard Sigel, who had once led him into the Silent Corridor.
"Long time no see, Damien."
Sigel spoke, "I witnessed your performance in the first challenge at the Tower of Knowledge, summoning the ’Deep Knowledge Crown.’
It was an honor...."
Sigel bowed his head, voluntarily saluting Ronan, "to become one of the steps for you to ascend to the Deep Sea Peak."
"It’s too early to say such things now."
Ronan shook his head.
"This is inevitable, though currently, I might be the only one aware of it."
Sigel calmly said, "Many people have high hopes for Misha, but Misha cannot compare to a tenth of you."
This guy still liked saying flattering compliments in such a serious tone that gave one goosebumps...
Ronan looked at Sigel before him, thinking.
Obviously, this duel was not going to happen.
Sigel was perhaps the only one in the Deep Sea who knew Ronan’s true strength; he’d be crazy to think of dueling Ronan here.
"There’s something I’m not sure you know..."
Sigel suddenly hesitated before speaking.
"What?"
Ronan inquired.
Sigel thought for a moment and said, "Before this duel began, someone contacted me privately and offered terms... asking me to intentionally lose to you in the duel."
"Hmm?!"
.....
"Huff—"
Valentine rushed in like a dense black wind, unabashedly storming into the Crystal Room.
His angry gaze fixed firmly on Heliodor, who sat there looking unfazed, as Valentine gritted his teeth and angrily shouted, "Heliodor, you despicable, shameless, vile guy! To win against me, you used such underhanded means..."