In the dense and immense shadows, Ronan saw a gloomy and deep figure slowly emerge.
A young man walked out of the darkness.
Stepping on the air, he moved towards him step by step.
A slight disturbance occurred among the crowd watching around the square, and the Magic Ring Wizards were discussing.
"Travis.."
"Travis.."
"Travis.."
"He wants the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel..."
"He really aspires to be in the top ten spots.."
"He can't do it..."
Ronan heard the whispers, everyone mentioned the same name, every spell light screen projected Travis's figure, the arena "Arena" was also the best spot reserved for him.
This stage was specifically built for Travis.
Everyone's focus was on Travis, observing his gaze's ultimate point, measuring the distance he wanted to cover, guessing the ambition he was now displaying...
As for his first step, what he was about to step on... no one would notice.
Ronan's eyes flickered, his expression calmly flying into the "Arena".
