Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 104 The Four Strongest

"I'm not—" the tall boy Wyatt denied.

His "Frozen Ray" didn't even gather enough energy; it lit up for a moment before dissipating.

Although the magical construct was completed, it did not actually have any effect.

Forget about piercing through an adult Flash-eating Pteranodon and freezing it solid; he couldn't even unleash a decent attack ray.

This was perhaps an attack that missed its target, and it was only by chance that it was affected.

Wyatt realized this belatedly.

"Still being modest? If it wasn't you, then who would it be?!"

Zane nudged Wyatt with his elbow, clearly not believing his story.

"It really wasn't me—" Wyatt suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

He wanted to demonstrate to Zane the process of a failed spell, to show him the fleeting flash of light.

However, he discovered that the magical configuration of the "Frozen Ray" had no effect on his mental power.

In other words, he can't even demonstrate the process of failure now.

Wyatt stood there, feeling as if the magic he had studied for countless days and nights was now somewhat dead.

"Don't just stand there, the battle isn't over yet," Zane reminded him.

Now that Wyatt has his "Frozen Ray," the pressure isn't as great as it used to be.

He even had the leisure to observe the fighting situation of other groups.

The battlefield was basically divided into four areas. In three of these areas, the three leaders who were the first to qualify for admission led their respective groups to confront several large, flash-eating pterosaurs.

The remaining areas were then defended by other groups working together to resist the offensive.

This situation is showing signs of collapse as more and more Pteranodons flood into the shield.

However, Zane had no time to worry about what was happening next; he saw another large, adult Pteranodon charging straight at them.

"Wyatt, attack that side!"

Zane pointed to the pterosaurs rapidly approaching them and shouted a warning.

To everyone's surprise, Wyatt strode up to him, grabbed him, and started running backwards at breakneck speed. "Run!"

"They're all on the airship, where can they go?" Zane said angrily. "Go get them!"

"The Flash-eating Pteranodon is a treasure trove; maybe we can get some to take to the academy."

"You'd have to be alive to take it!" Wyatt immediately explained, "My 'Freeze Ray' is unusable!"

"What?!" Zain panicked upon hearing this. "How could this happen?!"

"It's always been like this!" Wyatt finally let it all out, feeling much more relaxed.

This was perhaps the last bit of solace before I died.

"No, this shouldn't be—" Zane trembled all over, muttering meaninglessly, "The Flash-Eating Wyvern has a thin dragon bloodline, extremely high resistance to lightning, and legend has it that its eyes have other uses. Besides being able to counter ice, what else is there—"

He spoke at length about all the information he knew and analyzed numerous possibilities, but still couldn't find a solution that could be used at this moment.

It’s over.

He stared blankly at the rapidly approaching pterosaur, with only this one thought remaining in his mind.

"You seem to know a lot about these pterosaurs?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

A familiar figure appeared before Zain.

The other person had white hair and a handsome face. He was not wearing the uniform of a reserve apprentice, but a simple black robe.

The newcomer was a fellow passenger in the carriage, the test crystal destroyer, and the fourth person qualified for admission.

Three arrows, resembling ice crystals, hovered in his hand, and he shot them out at the massive figure that was lunging at him.

next second.

Three ice arrows pierced through the air, instantly piercing the body of the Flash-eating Pteranodon and leaving three huge holes.

The cold air immediately spread from the wound outwards, freezing the entire pterosaur into an ice sculpture gliding through the air.

Boom!

The ice sculpture crashed to the ground, shattering into countless ice crystals.

Zane rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe that such a Flash-eating Pteranodon had shattered into ice crystals right before his eyes in an instant.

He looked at Ronan, somewhat timidly, and asked, "Your Excellency, do you wish to obtain information about the Flashwing Dragon?"

"I have extensive knowledge of various monster bloodlines and can provide you with a comprehensive explanation."

Zane felt like he had grasped a lifeline; as long as he stayed by this person's side, he wouldn't have to die at the hands of the swarming pterosaurs.

You have to say yes, you have to say yes—

Zane's heart pounded with excitement as he awaited a reply, reaching an all-time high.

"Yes, that's fine." Ronan nodded; he wasn't averse to knowledge from different fields.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Zain was overjoyed, but he tried hard to control his expression, afraid of showing the slightest disrespect to Ronan.

"Your Excellency, then I—"

Wyatt stood to the side with a fawning expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back; the meaning he wanted to convey was self-evident.

Ronan glanced at it, neither agreeing nor objecting to him following.

He looked up at the magic shield, where the gap was widening.

It feels like the entire magical shield won't hold up for long.

Ronan was puzzled.

Even if things were to go as they wanted, and the escorts were to conduct a bloody selection process for their apprentices, there should be a limit.

If even the magical shield can't be maintained, how can the people on the airship withstand the terrifying thunderclouds that blot out the sky and the endless red lightning outside?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

At that moment, the gap in the magic shield suddenly widened.

With no more obstruction, the horde of Flash-eating Pterodactyls poured into the magic shield.

Ronan was preparing to take advantage of the moment when they were all gathered together to bombard them with a wide-range beam of light, wiping out most of the pterosaurs in one fell swoop.

But a powerful mental force swept over him before he could make a move.

The intensity and pressure of this spiritual force moved him deeply.

This was the most powerful mental force he had ever experienced.

Ronan was certain that this was definitely not the kind of mental power that a mage below a certain rank could possess.

He immediately activated the concealment function of the Mask of Truth to the maximum, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

At the same time, he whispered to the two from Wuyue City beside him, "Don't make a move. Stay behind me and try not to attract attention."

His "scorching ray," which he had been eager to launch, was abandoned, and he instead used the ice arrow, which had been weakened.

The Flashy Wyvern is weak to Ice, but a normal-powered Ice Arrow is enough to keep him from being harassed by the Wyvern.

But to others, his current behavior appears quite different.

Ronan, one of the "Four Strongest" who had no intention of forming a group, actually started helping others clean up pterosaurs, and he was accompanied by two followers.

Indeed, after many groups were formed, the apprentices generally discovered that the apprentices who were the first to gain admission were simply not on the same level as them.

Ronan, who was also one of the four and had even destroyed a crystal ball during the test, was undoubtedly at the same level.

Therefore, the four of them were naturally called the "strongest four".

A small number of ambitious people began to stir, all harboring the same thought:

If those two marginalized individuals can follow, then can't I too?