A giant made entirely of black rock burst out from a stone pillar glowing with blue light, and with a thunderous boom, landed heavily on the platform.
In an instant, a large number of free energy particles surged from the heavens and the earth, condensing into dense, vibrant yellow light points in the air.
The head of the Black Rock Giant split open with a crack, swallowing the multitude of bright yellow light points in one breath, and subsequently, its stature grew rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, it had grown to a height of a hundred meters.
At this time, Ronan, who stood before the Black Rock Giant looking up, seemed inconceivably tiny in comparison, like an insignificant ant.
The over hundred-meter-tall Black Rock Giant slowly lowered its head and let out an angry roar, like the thundering of hills.
The terrifying sound waves formed ripple-like marks in the air, fiercely blowing Ronan’s hair backwards.
Ronan’s expression remained calm, while a young man sitting on the left shoulder of the Black Rock Giant, wearing an earthy yellow magic robe, looked down at him, issuing a sharp, cheerful laugh, resembling the forceful friction of smooth rocks.
"Finally, it’s our turn, Venus!"
"I’m really happy for you..."
"You’re about to get a new toy!"
Compared to the inheritor of Giant Stone Peak who had been very impressive from the start, both in appearance and strength, the person who stepped onto the platform from the other side seemed too ordinary and low-key.
It was a young man wearing a black magic robe with no markings or patterns.
Plain features, and strength merely at the Intermediate Level 3 Stage.
Aside from a pair of rare, deep wine-red eyes, reminiscent of century-aged wine and the finest agate diamonds, he seemed altogether "mediocre."
So mediocre that when he appeared on the central platform, a considerable number of people only then realized—so there was actually such a person among the top eight.
No one even knew his name or which wizard force he hailed from.
Looking back at the youth’s previous battles, it felt as if luck played too much of a role.
He seemed like a common person who had "accidentally" blundered into the top echelons, standing where he did not belong, under the spotlight, from head to toe so "dazzlingly" average.
Yet, Ronan’s attention was overwhelmingly focused on this young man.
"It looks round of blood battle, Ronan Damien should be able to pass... Although Winners’ strength is formidable, he might not be comparable to Ewaqu, and since Ewaqu lost to Ronan, he is most likely not Ronan’s opponent."
"Yeah, the combination of Ewaqu + Delamond was much stronger than these two in this round.
That nameless guy, no matter how you look at him, seems like a filler..."
"The key point is still to see what comes later, Selena, Adam, and Li Weiqi, are the three strongest in the first-tier group.
After this round of blood battle, it’s going to be especially difficult for Ronan..."
The discussions outside the arena, despite being blocked by the rune formation, made their way to the platform. Having witnessed the first round of blood battles, the onlooking wizards had gained a further understanding of Ronan’s strength.
So much so that at the start of the second round of blood battles, the public opinion had "firmly" settled on his easy victory, for his opponent this round seemed somewhat less remarkable in contrast to those of the first round.
These discussing voices were heard by the young man on the shoulder of the Black Rock Giant, who was smiling innocently, but his eyes, as if made from balls of clay, were constantly shooting out fierce, angry lights.
"Venus, it seems they don’t recognize our strength... Next, you..."
Winners’ ceaseless and peculiar chatter was completely ignored by Ronan, whose gaze never left Angelie, not far away.
Suddenly, Ronan saw Angelie smiling and stretching out her arms wide.
This gesture felt so familiar to him; it was as if he had seen Angelie make the same movement somewhere before.
It was on the arena of the Goblin plain...
Quickly, Ronan felt an unusual aura emanating from Angelie, as her figure rapidly expanded into a shadow.
’Just like last time!’
Ronan’s pupils flashed urgently, and he swiftly entered battle readiness, his perception of danger heightened to the extreme.
The last time Angelie used this tactic, the result was... Jupiter, revered as the first amongst the younger generation, ending up gravely injured and on the brink of death!
He did not wish to follow in Jupiter’s footsteps.
However, Ronan hadn’t sensed any danger; instead, the persistent voice of Winners talking in his ear abruptly cut off.
The next second, a sharp, wrathful roar burst forth.
In an unexpected moment for everyone, the giant Black Rock Giant, occupying almost two-thirds of the central platform, suddenly froze, and then...
It collapsed rapidly, like a decaying mountain.
Amidst the tumble of falling rocks and the surging dust, a bizarre, disproportionately-headed, stunted boy’s soul phantom shot skyward, frantically trying to escape beyond the platform.
But in an instant, it was gently caught by a slender and fair hand, and then, as if it were some delectable morsel, it was placed into someone’s mouth.
Among the thunderous noise of massive rocks collapsing, Angelie, like the most noble and elegant of Nobles, delicately wiped his lips with a pristine handkerchief.
When that handkerchief was discarded, slipping from his fingertips,
Endless shadows rose behind Angelie, like the deepest and longest night without stars or moon.
Wings with pitch-black feathers elegantly unfurled behind Angelie, and the surging soul ash clouds behind him coalesced into a massive, raven-like evil silhouette.
Angelie, positioned high above the platform, shed all "mediocrity."
His facial features, stature, appearance... seemed not to have changed much, yet his entire being, like a pearl cleansed of dust, shone dazzlingly under everyone’s gaze.
Angelie looked down, smiling, and said softly to Ronan standing on the platform: "The annoying fly is gone.
Now, it’s just the two of us...
Isn’t this what you’ve been looking forward to?"
Ronan didn’t speak; he looked calm, silently gazing at Angelie from below.
Their respective soul phantoms, the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake and the Ancient Fallen Crow, seemed to be staring at each other from afar as well.
At this moment, the loud buzz of conversation outside the arena also ceased.
Everyone looked stunned, silently watching the two figures on the central platform.
In everyone’s minds, the scene of Winners’s sudden demise, his soul consumed as nourishment, lingered on and on.
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