Ronan casually tossed Travis aside as if discarding a piece of obsolete trash.
Snow and ice clustered around him as he calmly broke through the light of the rune array surrounding the combat arena and flew towards the audience below.
"Ronan Damien... wins."
The silver bat slowly uttered.
A tremendous uproar brewed instantly.
Shock, astonishment, disbelief, incredulity... of course, there were also admiration and fear, along with dark wariness.
All kinds of gazes focused on Ronan at the same time, the aura that once belonged to Travis was now completely transferred to him, and it shone even brighter.
No one expected Travis to lose.
This was the stage he had carefully set for himself.
First round, first match.
The rest of the Magic Ring Wizards in the first round hadn't even taken the stage, which was exactly the effect Travis desired—to capture the attention of everyone present.
