The memory of the young druid flashed through Ron's mind, and he and Tabitha bowed to each other after the match.
The noble lady, with her exquisite bearing, bowed and then drifted down to the ground with the help of wind.
Ron leaped down and walked toward the spectator area where he knew people.
The deafening cheers erupted as they drew near once more.
Tens of thousands of viewers.
Many people were calling out Ron's name.
There was a sense of admiration in the eyes of the young boy and an appreciation in the eyes of the young girl.
Ron casually greeted the audience and then came over to Vivian and the others.
“Really? Ron responded to me.”
"No, it should be directed at me, not you men."
"..."
After Tabitha's battle, Ron's admirers increased once again, this time seeing the true side of Ron.
Ron gave it his all in the eyes of the audience, and had multiple injuries...
Those who see it feel heartache, those who watch it weep…
If Ron knew what these sentimental noble ladies were thinking, he would suspect they might have some kind of bad habit.
Princess Shirley shouted again, "We won! We won! Ron won again! Is our academy going to be number one?!"
"An unprecedented first!"
"..."
Even Ah Nuo Da Yu smiled with satisfaction.
With both widely considered champion seeds defeated by Ron, the first place in the individual tournament seems within easy reach...
Ron smiled and replied, "I just wanted to make everyone happy after winning, right?"
The injury was worth it.
"Wait, I have another opponent. Everyone, I'll be leaving now."
Ron stood in the audience for a while, then went to the back of the hall to regroup.
This time, Princess Shirley added loudly, "Next opponent Filo, Ron, you better teach him a lesson!"
He shook his head slightly after hearing the sound.
Why bother with the competition? Ron had his own plans after hearing this.
After the halftime break, we moved on to the second match of the day, the fifth match of the Ron Top Ten Tournament.
In the arena, facing the familiar Philo, a silver spear, the young general's appearance was clearly visible.
However, as soon as the two exchanged greetings, Philo let out a long sigh.
Helplessly, she said, "I, Philo, admit defeat!"
Ron didn't react for a moment. He won the third match easily, but at least the match started!
But in the fifth match against Filo...
The other side conceded defeat.
Before jumping off the ring, Philo said, "See you in the team match."
Oh, so he knew he was no match for Ron, so he didn't let Ron know his secrets and tried to win the team competition.
Ron, on the other hand, comes from a small kingdom, and in team competitions... he tried his best.
Ron was stunned for a moment before accepting the reality of winning without a fight.
It's good that we won easily.
The magic shield on the arena rose and then fell back down.
The other four arenas were bustling with activity, while Ron and Philo's arena was completely empty.
Ron also had enough time to watch the matches of the other eight players.
Ron looked around and replied, and soon arrived beside Shirley and the others.
"Ron, teach that guy with the gun a lesson!"
"Everyone else has admitted defeat, Princess, you can't be petty!"
"What do you mean by being petty, Ron? You're just spouting nonsense I don't understand."
Sherry, with her girlish heart, was indignant that she hadn't seen Ron beat up Philo.
On the other side, Vivian, who was becoming increasingly professional, simply guided Ron to his seat and asked, "Young Master, do you want to watch the game?"
"Vivian understands Young Master best."
Vivian led Ron, Uncle Arno, and the others to the other seats closer to the audience, and the princess naturally followed.
Special participants and their families watch the game in different places, while the viewing locations for nobles are also different.
Ron toured several aristocratic venues at continental-level arenas in a whirlwind fashion.
As they approached the arena of the elf Sheila, they silently cheered for the beautiful elf... The others thought Ron was observing the enemy's situation.
That's somewhat true, but that's not the main point.
Ron just wanted to experience what it's like to be a spectator.
The private rooms, separated by barriers, lacked any atmosphere, so Ron managed to blend into the regular audience seats for a short while.
Magicians in certain special places love to wear magic hats.
Wearing a hat, stationed in the rear.
Watching the game from here, the positions are indeed not as clear as those on the nobles' side.
Such are the customs of this other world; now listen to the discussions of ordinary people.
"I think the elf Hera is going to win."
"Yes, how come her arrows are so accurate?"
"Not necessarily. Look, the puppeteer used one puppet, and another he never uses. His own combat skills are equally extraordinary..."
"..."
There are both laymen and experts involved here.
Ron then glanced at a young man standing to the side and secretly looked at the gambling papers!
"Puppeteer Bowen, you can't lose! Win, win, win, you have to win!"
The other party may have staked a significant amount of their own wealth!
Ron looked at Bowen in the arena. He seemed like a tough guy, but that was just his appearance. As a male elementalist from the Underdark, it was normal for him to have one or two scars on his face.
Look, the elf Sheila is about to win.
"Das, Das..."
Although Ron didn't reach out or wave his hand along with the people at the scene, he could still feel the excitement of the atmosphere.
The venue is on a continental scale, with a large space, and each area can accommodate thousands of people.
Ron glanced around and saw that none of the more than a thousand available spots nearby were empty.
Before I knew it, my attention had shifted to the audience.
a long time.
"We won! Well done, elf!"
"The elves will prevail."
"It's over, it's over! Two months' income! A puppeteer who's all show and no substance! Get the hell out of here..."
The following text was in dialect, which Ron couldn't understand very well. He only saw the young man abstain from voting and leave.
During halftime, those who stayed behind shared their thoughts on watching the game.
The live combat of high-level elementalists is a valuable lesson for lower-level or apprentice practitioners.
"They are really strong."
"Out of hundreds of millions of people on the mainland, only a handful remain."
"Don't lament. Back then, I thought puppeteers would be better off this way!"
"..."
There were children at the event who were captivated by the cool way the fairy Hera drew her bow.
"Yi...ai...la...she!"
Holding the bow lightly, the young girl's eyes gleamed.
"Father, I want to become a magic archer in the future!"
The young boy on the other side then began to wield a wooden sword.
Looking at the wooden sword, Ron smiled slightly. Back then, he, too, had practiced with a wooden sword when he was little!
"Father, I want to become a magic swordsman in the future."
"The fearless demon swordsman!"
"Just like Brother Ron, a powerful and fearless magic swordsman."
"..."
Ron charged straight at the medium-sized wind spell with his earth shield.
I feel like I've taught the wrong child!
Ron wanted to say something, but after standing there for a while, someone finally recognized him.
"Look, Ron Lance, who's competing, is here!"
"where?"
"Look, there!"
But then Ron appeared as if flying, with wind element around him, soaring low and shallow in the breeze...
It wasn't exactly flying, but rather like the light-footed skills of my previous life.
Ten thousand people passed through, and no one could stop them.
Many people were disappointed that they could not get a close look at Ron, but Ron, who used wind-based movement techniques, was on the field.
My sixth individual battle!
This battle was won without a fight once again.
The opposing puppeteer voluntarily conceded defeat, much to Ron's dismay, as he had hoped to experience the puppeteer's mystique firsthand!
Fortunately, having watched the opponent fight against the enemy elves before, I finally gained some understanding of the Puppet Master class.
The Puppet Master primarily utilizes a soul stone found in elemental perils.
The strange soul stone is added to the puppet, making it like a real living being. However, it also requires less mental energy.
Multiple puppets, but unlike a summoner, they don't have a spiritual connection with their summoned creatures.
He bowed once again after the match.
Ron smiled and left.
As I left the venue, I glanced at the spot where the little boy had been standing.
He smiled calmly.
“Father, Ron has come to see me.”
"No way! They're just looking at me, this young lady!"
"..."
"You lot, you're all nobles and important figures. If you cultivate yourselves well in the future, our family will become nobles and we'll see Ron more often."
"Really?"
"..."
A man left with two children.
With extra magic crystals to buy so many admission tickets, this family must be wealthy. With magic crystals and other resources, they might actually become nobles.
However, it's a bit difficult for hereditary noble families.
Meanwhile, Ron returned to his residence and began searching through the ancient texts within his spatial ring, looking for the Soul Stone...
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