Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 293 - 151: Come on, let’s join forces. The loser leaves, the winner takes it all!_3
Chapter 293: Chapter 151: Come on, let’s join forces. The loser leaves, the winner takes it all!_3
Among the four gathered within the Silver Magic Ring, a handsome young man with a fine appearance, blue hair, and grey eyes took the initiative to introduce himself.
Then he directed his gaze to the next person, who hesitated slightly but still quickly announced his lineage.
After the circle made its round, Ronan was no exception.
He didn’t mind forming alliances with others, especially under the current ambiguous circumstances. Standing with people from the same faction at least made him less conspicuously prominent.
Four Magic Ring Wizards, both Glenn and a round-faced Female Wizard from the Third Magic Ring were at the Late Stage of Level 2, another young man was at the Intermediate Level 2 Stage, and Ronan, who had just advanced to the Early Stage of Level 2, seemed quite "noteworthy." The others looked at him with a slight strangeness in their eyes, but said nothing.
"Have you participated in the internal exchange and competition of the Seventh Rings?"
The First Magic Ring’s Glenn spoke up after everyone had introduced themselves.
But before the others could answer, the huge silver light orb hovering above everyone’s heads suddenly shone brilliantly, and above each circular platform, palm-sized mirror-like mysterious runes appeared.
At the same time, a powerful wave of consciousness spread out like sudden sunlight, accompanied by the previously indistinct voice, neither male nor female, sounding again.
"Qualification...one...next round...inheritance!"
"Hum!"
The light of the transparent Rune Formation began to rise from around the circular platform, wrapping upwards and forming a huge bowl shape.
At the top of each "bowl-shaped" platform flickered the same kind of Mirror Rune.
This time, everyone successfully deciphered the message conveyed by the silver light orb—
Eight platforms, each person on the platform must struggle against each other to select one person to enter the next round of the inheritance test.
And the mysterious mirror-like runes above the platform... were the credentials for entering the next round of the inheritance challenge!
Almost instantly after this wave of consciousness fell, there were spells abruptly lighting up on the platform where Ronan was, and several figures flashed across the air in a rush, fiercely aiming for the floating mysterious rune at the very top.
Loud explosions rang out on each platform, the light of spells, the aftershocks of energy collisions...
The few figures who rushed towards the rune at the first moment engaged in several confrontations in an instant, none able to grasp it, instead, they gently pushed the rune representing qualification to drift elsewhere.
The people below also quickly reacted, with different intonations and different spells, the dense chanting of spells almost simultaneously emerged.
"...In the internal exchange competition of the Seventh Rings, I ranked eighteenth, just a little short of entering the First-tier Group to gain the qualification to go to the First Battlefield!"
The handsome young man from the First Magic Ring, Glenn, his eyes blazing sharply, growled coldly and forcefully to the few Magic Ring Wizards, "If none of you are stronger than me, then support me with all your might! This inheritance..."
"Boom!"
Before handsome young man Glenn could finish speaking, a huge burst of white vapors explosively erupted beside them.
Then they saw a blurred figure moving with a speed so fast that even spiritual power struggled to catch, instantly crossing the distance and appearing next to the drifting rune, snatching the symbol of qualification in his hand. freeweɓnøvel.com
"Ugh..."
Glenn, who had just declared "Leader’s Authority," was stunned.
The other two Magic Ring Wizards were also stunned.
The witches from other factions on the platform were all taken aback as well.
Everyone saw a beautiful young man with white hair, blue eyes, and a fluttering silver-gray robe, standing high above everyone’s heads, seemingly pondering as he inspected the mirror-like rune shining in his hand.
Quickly, the young man withdrew his gaze from examining the rune and looked down at the people below.
His gaze swept over the Task Ring each person wore on their hand, and finally, his own slender fingers also wearing a Task Ring, tightly clenched the Mirror Rune, and he spoke calmly, "Come on, let’s all go together.
In this round, the loser leaves, the winner...takes all!"
