Two forces of "taboo" collided, the fallen light of the sky continuously alternating between brightness and darkness.
A terrifying aura surged forth like a tsunami, even the ancient Rune Array could not completely block it. The void surrounding the central platform twisted, appearing like transparent folds.
The watching Wizards were struck by an unparalleled shock and impact, and it was unclear how many felt their minds go blank at that moment.
"Is this still a battle between Mist Wizards?"
Is this what dawn looks like?
The key is that the two fighting on the platform are not even at the peak of level three; one is mid-level three, and the other... is absurdly at early level three! Many level three Wizards fell into deep self-doubt, unable to comprehend how such a vast difference could exist.
On the stone pillar platform, the three remaining contestants who had yet to take the stage were immersed in their own worlds. Adam was the first to shift his full attention away from the Unicorn Horse beside him, focusing instead on the platform where the ancient giant serpent clashed with the black sun, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
Livicky stood in the shadow of the massive tentacles, his handsome face a blend of light and dark, with an unreadable brilliance flickering in his eyes.
Even Serena's gaze finally showed signs of emotion.
Her eyes seemed to pierce through the turbulent energy currents, penetrating to the very center of the battle, briefly skimming over one figure before settling entirely on another.
"The fusion of four law domains touches the power of the taboo realm."
"You certainly have some capital for pride."
Serena inhaled gently, a mysterious golden rune appearing faintly on her smooth forehead, golden and white light surging from her, gathering in her palms.
Serena lowered her gaze, her five fingers tightening, grasping the light in her palm as if holding the grip of an invisible bow.
"Is it even closer to the power of the taboo than before?"
"The fusion of four law domains. Ancient Frost Hydra bloodline."
In the void, the Dawn Wizard from the Life Court stared blankly, his lips moving slightly.
His mind was shaken once again at this moment; at times, he even doubted whether he was truly in the south or at a gathering of top talents in the central region.
"This Wizard named Ronan Damien, if he does not fall here, can withstand the backlash of the bloodline, given time, he will also have a place in the central region."
The Life Court Wizard spoke with a tone of unabashed astonishment, suddenly feeling a chill, and his words abruptly halted.
He quickly turned to look at the source of the chill, only to see a black-robed old woman glancing at him with a half-smile, then casting an inscrutable gaze toward a figure in the battle below.
At some point, this individual had also begun to pay attention to the contest below.
The Life Court's Dawn Wizard suddenly realized, almost forgetting that in ancient times, the Frost Hydra and the bloodline behind this individual were sworn enemies! Realizing he had misspoken, the Dawn Wizard forced a bitter smile and tightly closed his mouth.
Everyone was immersed in the might of the two forces that were infinitely close to the edge of "taboo."
When the powers of the two law domains transcended the realm of three-stage resonance, it became a matter of which was closer to the true "taboo" domain.
In terms of skill proficiency, it was roughly between 1500 and 1600 points at the master level.
Within this range, even a slight difference in proficiency could lead to immense consequences.
It was proven that his power from the fusion of four law domains was somewhat stronger than Anglie's Ancient Fallen Crow power.
He had previously fused the three extraordinary Domain Powers: [Extreme Frozen Weapon][Despair Ice Seal], and [Ice Veins], shaping an eye of Hekalto, crossing the river of time to summon the gaze of the ancient lord of frost.
Now, these three extraordinary Domain Powers had all entered the second stage of resonance, and Ronan had integrated the Domain Power derived from the Spell [Frost Armor], constructing the scales of the serpent's head with the solid wall of frost, thus achieving this move—[Hekalto's Ancient Devour]! The ancient frost serpent gradually swallowed the distorted black sun.
The phantom of the Ancient Frost Hydra "bit" down on the shadow of the Ancient Fallen Crow.
His Ancient Frost Hydra bloodline was of a higher grade than the Ancient Fallen Crow, but it was too thin. The concentration of the Ancient Fallen Crow bloodline within Anglie was far greater than his, and Anglie's body had even "evolved" the wings of the fallen crow, mastering more of the fallen crow's power.
In the surging light of the sky, as the black sun faded, the ancient frost descended, enveloping everything in the ancient icy power.
A freezing force more terrifying than [Winter Mirror] seemed to drag the entire void into an abyss of eternal frost.
Under the influence of this ancient extreme cold power, Anglie's form became sluggish; his long hair, armor, and the fallen crow wings on his back were all covered with a thick layer of dark blue frost.
He remained expressionless, as if Ronan's terrifying power had not impacted or affected him at all.
He spread his wings, the solid ice clattering as it cracked, a small shadow rapidly rising from behind him, his back beginning to merge into that shadow.
However, at that moment, Ronan's figure silently appeared before him.
At this point, there was less than two meters between them.
Anglie saw Ronan almost face-to-face with him, his expression momentarily stunned, as if taken aback by a small surprise. But in stark contrast to the expression on his face were two quietly emerging black wings, sweeping toward the sides of Ronan's neck.
Ronan seemed oblivious, his body rapidly rising in an instant, swiftly entering the state of "Complete Giant Fiend Transformation."
The demon-like hand wrapped in the black light of the [Ancient Power] casually swatted away the wings attacking from both sides with two loud "bangs," then turned his head to dodge a sudden grasp from behind by a six-toed crow claw.
Then he reached out forcefully, grabbing a scarlet light like a diamond that shot toward his heart, crushing it as Anglie's series of "sneak attack" maneuvers all fell short. In the state of Complete Giant Fiend Transformation, Ronan stood a full half meter taller than Anglie, calmly lowering his head to look at Anglie and speaking, "Is that enough?"
Anglie's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth, about to speak when "bang!"
A cannonball-like heavy punch struck hard at Anglie's abdomen.
"Ugh."
Anglie's entire body bent down like a shrimp, his expression frozen, mouth slightly open, eyes wide in disbelief as if questioning life itself.
"You—"
He slowly raised his head, as if about to say something to Ronan.
What greeted him, however, was a rapidly enlarging shadow and a terrifying shriek.
"Bang!!"
The massive fist wrapped in black light slammed heavily into Anglie's face, nearly caving in his entire face.
The frost clinging to his body shattered in an instant, and he shot off in one direction like a cannonball.
Before he could stabilize himself, a towering, menacing figure appeared at his landing spot, a large hand reaching out, fingers gripping his neck as if he were a small chick.
"Crack—"
The sound of air being crushed erupted sharply.
Ronan's gaze was icy as he held Anglie with one hand, his other fist coiling with power, waves of [Ancient Power] black light surging over his fist, releasing an incredibly terrifying aura.
He forcefully spread his fist outward, as if drawing a great bow, his fist becoming the arrow nocked on this bow, aimed directly at Anglie's head, as if ready to hammer him into the ground.
Anglie, whose face was rapidly contorting, having just reshaped the shattered muscles and bones on his face, instinctively began to struggle wildly upon seeing this scene, his face finally showing a hint of panic.
In the next moment, "Boom!"
Anglie's pupils constricted sharply as an unprecedented shadow power erupted from within him.
The shadow behind him, held in the mouth of the multi-headed serpent, also suddenly spread its wings, letting out a desperate screech.
However, the terrifying power broke through layers of shadow, ultimately halting just three centimeters from Anglie's face.
The gale raised by the fist blew Anglie's long hair straight back, pressing tightly against his scalp.
Anglie's face turned pale as he stared at the fist so close, momentarily forgetting his words.
"I've always wanted to do this."
Seeing Anglie's expression, Ronan let out a long sigh of relief, finally feeling his wish fulfilled.
"You really do still feel fear."
He released his grip, letting go of Anglie like releasing a slightly dazed pigeon.
Ronan stood at the center of the chaotic energy flow on the platform, the swirling winds lifting his long hair.
He closed his eyes, his slightly raised face reflecting an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and tranquility.
From the Garden of Corpses to Fairy Ancient City, from apprentice wizard to level three Mist, all his shadows and obsessions regarding Anglie dissipated in these three punches.
"That felt good..."
Ronan murmured in a voice only he could hear.
At this moment, he truly achieved "clarity of thought"! "Crack, crack, crack—"
In the realm of consciousness, a marvelous transformation occurred, the fifth Mental Power Crystal reached perfection, and the sixth Mental Power Crystal quietly took shape—mid-level three!
And it wasn't over yet; with the influx of the soul power light mass taken from Anglie, Ronan's sixth Mental Power Crystal was rapidly growing.
So fast.
So fast that he hadn't even thought about the choice for the sixth Soul Rune before stepping into mid-level three.
The world fell silent, time flowing slowly like drifting clouds.
When Ronan exited the state of Complete Giant Fiend Transformation and opened his eyes.
At that moment, his gaze was as clear as a transparent blue crystal, free of any impurities, and even Ronan's entire demeanor seemed to undergo some subtle, indescribable transformation.
Ronan instinctively looked toward Anglie, discovering that Anglie was quietly standing outside the platform, looking at him with a strange expression.
There was no sign of defeat on his face, nor any shame or anger from being beaten by him; instead, he appeared unusually calm.
Seeing Ronan's gaze, Anglie even squinted and smiled at him, then directly sat down cross-legged in the void, his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
"Did I go too far?"
Seeing Anglie's "gracious in defeat" demeanor, Ronan felt a bit embarrassed.
But he quickly shook his head, extinguishing that thought.
Although Anglie had never done anything to him, and even gifted him a crucial potion, Ronan knew that if he were to lose in a battle against him, Anglie would definitely not hold back, and would surely keep his soul as a trophy to admire and play with from time to time.
He had only thrown two punches at Anglie, and had hardly injured him; it could almost be called "mercy."
After stripping away a portion of Anglie's manifested soul power, the multi-headed serpent phantom representing his soul characteristics grew even larger behind him, its eight heads becoming increasingly distinct.
The massive multi-headed serpent phantom nearly occupied the entire height of the platform, overshadowing all the other geniuses who manifested their soul characteristics.
The immense shock and impact brought by the battle with Anglie was slowly digested by all the onlookers as time passed.
Soon, the quiet environment began to grow noisy.
Various voices of discussion buzzed, gradually amplifying until they almost transformed into a roaring wave, echoing throughout the void.
Countless gazes converged on Ronan.
Compared to the initial moments of the blood battle, the emotions of sympathy, pity, disdain, and schadenfreude among these gazes had diminished significantly. Now, what prevailed were awe, respect, jealousy, and a strong sense of anticipation and admiration.
A portion of people began to believe that Ronan might actually complete the blood battle.
Because this seemingly impossible thorny path, Ronan had already traversed half of it.
He was only a few steps away from the final victory.
As long as the subsequent arrangements of the blood battle mechanism were slightly... "Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Three towering blue light pillars shot up into the sky like three exceptionally sharp daggers, abruptly silencing the heated discussions outside, cutting off the hopeful gazes of some.
As the golden figure wearing a crown, holding a staff and a longbow, the sacred and majestic white palace, and the ominous black tentacle shadows converged from three different directions, step by step onto the high platform, all sounds ceased.
The light of the sky quickly dimmed, as if invisible dark clouds were rapidly rolling in from three sides toward the same direction.
A heavy sense of oppression invaded the nerves of every observing wizard, causing them to momentarily forget their words.
On the platform, Ronan calmly looked at his opponent for the third round of the blood battle.
Life Court's Serena, Psionic Dawn's Adam, and Livicky from the Chaos Secret Society.
In this gathering of geniuses, they were universally recognized as the three most powerful individuals.
Each of their backgrounds, reputations, strengths, and legacies surpassed all other talents in every aspect.
They were the top tier among the top tier.
The best of the elite, true children of destiny.
Any one of them had the qualifications to vie for the top position!
Now they would join forces to completely end Ronan's path of blood battle inheritance!