Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Because he hadn't completed the minimum tasks required by the Thorn Ring for so long, his ranking was almost at the bottom.

Dago counted the number of people on the single screen. There were a total of 1,533 names. Among them, there were 127 wizards with a level of two or above, 31 wizards with a level of three or above, and the number of wizards with a level of four or five was counted.

Standing in the crowd, Dago felt enveloped by a complex and vast invisible energy field, a product of the collective mental energy fields and emotional fluctuations naturally emanating from all the magic circle wizards in the field.

Filled with countless emotions of tension, anticipation, excitement, and agitation, even Dago felt his blood begin to heat up slightly in this energy field.

Bernal is right. This is a huge stage where every wizard has the opportunity to showcase themselves, and the spotlight could fall on any wizard.

Dago watched all of this silently, like an observer. Although his heartbeat and blood flow were gradually accelerating, his mind remained absolutely calm.

He was in a delicate state that was hard to describe, but this delicate state was soon broken by a powerful spiritual force that he had never felt before.

Dago squinted, thinking he was seeing a small sun suddenly fall to earth. When his vision adjusted, he realized that the so-called "sun" was a gaunt old man with a snow-white beard, wearing a thorn ring on his head and a beautiful emerald green robe.

Is the Third Ring Wizard the tower's master?

The appearance of the skinny old wizard quickly silenced the commotion. He swept his spiritual energy across the entire area and then gently waved his staff.

A giant black widow spider with intricate golden runes on its abdomen and eight eyes that shimmered like jewels emerged from a vortex of light. Immediately afterward, the giant spider spoke in human language, calling out one name after another.

Each time a name was called, one wizard from the group at the edge of the square would quickly step out and fly towards a "ring" in the air, guided by the giant spider. The selection process had officially begun.

The wizards who were called out by the giant spider first were the names of one of the two sides in the competition. Most of the wizards in the preliminary rounds were gathered in the area at the bottom of the rankings.

"It seems they're directly dividing opponents based on strength, strong against weak. Eliminating the weaker ones in the lower half first will save a lot of time!" Dago thought to himself.

Just as all the fighting "arenas" were about to be filled, leaving only the most prominent one in the center, Dago felt the eight eyes of the giant spider in the sky, responsible for registration, glance at him meaningfully before coldly proclaiming his name.

"Dago Heca".

"Whoosh!"

The image of Dago was suddenly reflected on a projection screen in the sky. Dago was startled, but quickly calmed down and flew towards the last and center, which was also the largest and most conspicuous fighting "arena".

However, before he could even get close to the "arena," the giant spider followed up, starting with Dago, and began announcing the names of the wizards' opponents on the "arena."

The first name it uttered, and that of Dago's first opponent, was: "Jareden Pollitt!"

Upon hearing the name, Dago's suspended figure abruptly stopped, and he instinctively turned his head to search through the crowd.

But on the projection screens around the square, the same image appeared simultaneously—a pale-skinned, black-haired young man with black diamond earrings and a profound aura was slowly rising from a huge black chair.

He stared at Dago calmly and indifferently, the black chair behind him transforming into a dense shadow that rose and spread like black smoke.

Under the projection of all the magical light screens, in the daze of more than a thousand wizards, it was as if countless shadows were rising from all directions at the same time, expanding, spreading, and finally connecting into a huge and opaque black cloud, slowly converging on Dago, who was thin and tiny in the middle, crushing and sweeping over him.

Within the dense and immense shadow, Dago saw a somber and profound figure slowly emerge. A young man stepped out of the darkness, treading on black smoke, and approached him step by step.

A slight commotion arose among the crowd watching the battle around the square, and the magic wizards discussed among themselves.

"Jareden! Jareden! You wretched dog!"

"He desperately wants to be in one of the top ten!"

"I curse him to fail!"

The whispers Dago heard were mostly cursing him, and Jareden's figure was projected on every magical screen. This "arena" seemed to be the best stage reserved for him to perform on.

All the spectators were focused on Jaredon, observing the destination in his gaze, measuring the distance he wanted to go, and speculating on the ambitions he was now displaying.

As for the steps he takes to climb upwards, and what he is about to step on, no one will pay attention. In the wizarding world, weakness is the original sin.

Dago's eyes flickered a few times, and he calmly flew into the stage that Jareden had set up for him.

"The first match is with this kid!"

In the stands, a bald wizard sitting in a high-backed chair made of black root made of tangled black roots made a slightly surprised sound.

His companion next door glanced at him and asked, "Do you know this late-stage first-ring cultivator?"

The bald wizard straightened himself up and leaned back in his high-backed chair, shaking his head with a cold laugh: "A kid with decent talent. I was in charge of the entrance exam for the Magic Circle, but unfortunately, he insisted on hanging out with Bernal, courting death by becoming a thorn in someone else's side!"

"Oh." The wizard, having received the answer, turned around calmly, his face showing little emotion. Even the name Bernal was a thing of the past, let alone a mere insignificant figure associated with him.

Wolf, a second-circle wizard who was also watching all this, gently stroked the sword scar on his cheek that was no longer there. A strange excitement flashed in his eyes. After this battle, Jareden had gotten what he wanted, and so would he.

The "arena" for the duel was a huge spherical light membrane space without a ground. Dago looked up slightly, watching Jareden standing in the air at a higher position than him, with the light membrane of the rune array above his head.

A faint black shadow emanated from Jareden's body, and the powerful mental field of a second-circle wizard enveloped the entire light membrane space.

"Much stronger than the second-circle wizard I defeated in the secret realm!"

Dago silently compared Jaredon to Wolf, the second-circle wizard he had fought before, and Baron.

The most prominent characteristic of a second-ring wizard is the "mistification" of their mental energy, which further strengthens their mental field. After the second ring, every slight improvement a wizard makes becomes much more difficult than before, so the gap between them becomes more and more obvious.