Energy particles converged into a massive vortex, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, hanging low at the boundary between heaven and earth, the blazing sun hidden away.
A gust of wind swept through the hills and plains, stirring up dry dust, and the noisy sounds of the world diminished significantly. Only countless waves of mental consciousness rolled silently, almost all eyes focused on the center of the battlefield. An inexplicable emotion surged through the crowd, and everyone's mood unknowingly became tense and oppressive.
Ronan stood at the center of the platform, calmly surveying his last three opponents.
Serena, in her white robe with golden patterns, remained as noble and aloof as ever. Adam from Psionic Dawn had eyes as pure as gemstones, while Livicky held a black book, her perfect face resembling a mask that was impossible to see through.
All three were coldly staring at him.
Three mental fields, already at the third-level wizard realm and nearly at their peak, pressed in on him from three different directions, leaving no blind spots.
Ronan felt as if he were submerged in a ten-thousand-meter deep sea, with endless water rushing in rapidly, every inch of his skin, every muscle, every bone being gradually squeezed by an overwhelming, invisible terror.
His opponents were more impeccable than he had imagined, with no flaws to exploit.
The inheritance he bore seemed to have no effect on the mutual wariness or animosity among the three. The moment they stepped onto this platform, their purpose became exceedingly pure... to end him first.
Ronan attempted to enter the state of the "Lake of Extreme Boiling."
The burning battle intent "struggled" to ignite, flickering as if it would be extinguished by the instinct for survival at any moment.
His nerves throbbed uncontrollably, an unprecedented sense of crisis pricking at his back like a sharp thorn.
Suddenly.
The platform, suppressed to the extreme, began to surge with the waves of Spell.
The successive bursts of Spell light, along with the terrifying pressure that transformed calm into a raging storm, made Ronan instantly change his combat strategy.
He decisively extinguished the burning battle intent within his chest.
Without hesitation, he shifted from the "Lake of Extreme Boiling" to the "Lake of No Thoughts," freezing all thoughts unrelated to battle deep down.
An invisible momentum surged forth, swirling frost rising high along with his dark blue hair.
Ronan took a deep breath, his eyes returning to complete calm.
—When the flames of battle intent cannot evaporate an ocean.
Then let's first strive to survive.
And then seek that one in a thousand chance of victory! "I never expected that a randomly chosen little guy could make it this far step by step."
In the crowd, Lin Di Si spoke with emotion as he gazed at the central platform.
The black-robed figure beside him whispered, "Your vision has always been excellent."
Lin Di Si turned to look at the black-robed figure, smiled, and suddenly said, "Tell me, if he knew that among the three opponents he faced, one possessed the strength to threaten a fourth-level Dawn Wizard, would he still maintain such a spirited gaze?"
The black-robed figure fell silent, but Lin Di Si seemed unconcerned, continuing to speak to himself, "At least he has brought us enough entertainment, hasn't he?"
The final battle, which drew the attention and anticipation of thousands, was fiercely unfolding on the platform, yet Lin Di Si appeared to have completely lost interest in everything he had orchestrated.
He raised his head, scanning the entire area, squinting slightly, and said lightly, "The entertainment time is over; we should start moving soon."
The black-robed figure, receiving Lin Di Si's command, lowered his head and quickly retreated.
But in the next second, he was called back by Lin Di Si.
"Remember, be discreet."
Lin Di Si glanced at a figure in a black robe in the sky, making a gesture for silence, "Make sure no one notices."
"Understood."
The black-robed figure responded quietly, his form quickly blending into the surrounding air, disappearing completely.
Almost simultaneously.
From a distance, at the edge of the central platform, Anglie, whose eyes were lowered, suddenly flickered, and then his figure gradually faded into the shadows behind him.
In the vast ruins of Fairy Ancient City, among the tens of thousands of watching wizards, some seemed to receive some instruction and began to move slowly toward specific locations without drawing attention.
No one noticed all of this happening.
As the mastermind behind it all, Lin Di Si now put away the golden compass in his hand, replacing it with a translucent white crystal ball.
Lin Di Si's expression was calm, his gaze constantly scanning the high sky above.
With each pause of his gaze, a glimmer of light would ignite within the crystal ball, as if marking something.
An ancient ice blade, dark blue and interwoven with countless black patterns, tore through the air, carrying the power to freeze everything, leaving behind a serpentine, twisted trace in the void, and fiercely slashing toward Livicky at one corner of the platform.
In a one-against-three battle, the wisest approach was naturally to take them down one by one.
Among the three before him, Serena gave Ronan the strongest sense of crisis, while the knight Adam was like an unstoppable spear, so he naturally targeted the relatively "weaker" Livicky.
In the state of "Lake of No Thoughts," every Spell he summoned was precise and appropriate.
His dark blue hair rose behind him like an ice waterfall, as he seemed to run barefoot on solid ice, his gaze cold, the green fire burning on his arms covered in Ithium. Under the concealment of the "Ancient Extreme Frozen Weapon" enhanced by one percent of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, he suddenly appeared like a ghost behind Livicky, crossing his hands to slash diagonally at her neck.
This series of lethal moves was enough to catch any third-level wizard off guard.
However, just as Ronan's Spell Breaking Flame Ithium blade, resonating with a segment of law domain, was about to strike down, Livicky, who had been facing away from him, somehow turned to face him.
She revealed a mysterious smile, seemingly completely ignoring the incoming dual attack of Spells.
"Boom!"
A burst of purple light suddenly expanded from her, and as Ronan's crossed blades slashed through, the purple light was cut open just a small gap, rapidly twisting but not dissipating, instead wrapping around his body like ribbons.
The Spell Breaking Flame in Ronan's hands extinguished instantly, the Ithium metal melting and dripping down his arm like water.
"Curse power?!"
Ronan's expression remained unchanged as his arms trembled slightly, the life energy fire within him quickly extinguishing the strange power that seeped in like an ant swarm.
His right arm rapidly swelled, muscles bulging, fingers stiffening, reaching directly for Livicky's head.
Yet this grab missed.
Livicky's figure shattered into a mysterious purple light beneath his grasp, and at the same time, a pure and terrifying sharp force rushed in from the side.
Ronan instinctively adjusted his direction, a point of dark blue blossoming in his palm, a rotating ice ball rapidly expanding, a thick sense of despair surging from between his fingers, just in time to meet an extremely blinding white light.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
The not-yet-fully-formed Despair Ice Seal ball was directly pierced by that white light, the despair contained within it rapidly purified like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun.
Ronan felt as if his consciousness had been violently struck by something, the six Mental Power Crystals in his mind shaking violently, even the frozen heart lake beginning to stir.
A pair of pure white hooves suddenly stepped out from the white light, crashing down hard on his chest. "Boom—"
Ronan's figure abruptly appeared on the other side of the platform, where the silver armor formed from Ithium bore two clear hoof imprints on his chest.
Before he could catch his breath, a faintly golden, almost solid light beam came crashing down toward his head. "Boom!"
A violent explosion echoed.
Ronan gasped for air, breaking free from the dispersing white light, hovering high above the platform.
He looked up and saw Serena calmly retracting a more than half-meter-long exquisite white staff, while Adam stood at a position almost level with him, coldly staring at him, his Winged Unicorn beneath him restlessly pawing at the ground.
As for Livicky, she remained in her original position, cradling her heavy black book, looking at him with a smile that was neither here nor there.
In a single exchange, the three had hardly moved from their positions, yet the pressure they exerted on Ronan was overwhelming.
Ronan's expression grew slightly grave.
The combined combat power of three top-tier geniuses was far from a simple "1+1+1."
Even if they were not familiar with each other, their extraordinary combat awareness allowed them to easily find the most suitable positions and the most appropriate timing to strike, creating a perfectly synchronized "cooperation."
Moreover, a key point was that after the previous battles, the three had become very familiar with his combat style and most of his Spell techniques.
They could easily predict his every move with just a little guesswork.
On the other hand, Ronan knew little about their Spells, personalities, and so on.
"A 'farmer' openly facing three 'landlords.'"
Ronan's expression remained unchanged as this absurd metaphor suddenly popped into his mind.
However, indeed, in every aspect, he was at the most extreme disadvantage. If he didn't think of a way, he might directly fall in the next exchange.
"Whoosh—"
A gentle breeze inexplicably rose, as if an invisible string in the void of the platform was vibrating again.
Ronan took a deep breath, large amounts of black-blue frost surged from his body, and one ice Spell after another was summoned. With the Multiple Mirror Image seal, all summoned ice Spells were continuously "replicated" three times, reaching four times their original number.
A vast array of ice law domain energy intertwined, forming a complex and magnificent dark "ice ring" around Ronan's body.
Just as the "Spell ice ring" was taking shape, Ronan saw Serena gently raise her exquisite staff, and then a terrifying energy pressure surged in the void. The life energy and law domain force intertwined, summoning a luxurious, almost solid light golden Spell giant sword.
The terrifying life energy and Spell power rolled on the "giant sword" blade, as if countless tiny electric sparks were dancing.
The tip of the Spell giant sword pointed directly at him, and Ronan's brow twitched uncontrollably.
"Three segments of law domain resonance!"
In terms of pure Spell mastery, although this Spell giant sword did not reach the level of "approaching the edge of Taboo," it far exceeded the "Heavenly Punishment Destruction Spear" cast by Jupiter back then.
Such a terrifying killing move, in the hands of others, would undoubtedly be the trump card among trump cards, yet Serena casually unleashed it.
At the same time, Ronan felt an inexplicable sharp pain in his back.
In the distance, Adam slightly bent his body, gripping an ancient-looking black knight's lance, with ancient white runes lighting up one after another along the lance's body, extending to the tip, condensing into a cluster of light more dazzling than the midday sun, firmly locking onto Ronan.
Under the dual pressure from the front and back, an indescribable terrifying aura enveloped Ronan's head.
Livicky, dressed in noble attire, had opened her black book at some point, smiling as she softly recited a long, convoluted, and strange incantation. Large swathes of purple-black mist, accompanied by a strong ominous aura, surged from the opened pages, tightly locking onto Ronan with three terrifying mental forces, overlapping Spell fields covering every corner of the void where he stood.
"Buzz—"
In a moment, it was unclear whether it was Serena's Spell giant sword vibrating, Adam's lance humming, or the last syllable of the incantation uttered by Livicky.
Three killing intents erupted almost simultaneously.
In an instant, a tidal wave of energy surged forth, as if three oceans were crushing the void, rumbling down together.
The Rune Array light shield at the edge of the vast duel platform suddenly burst forth with unprecedented protective brilliance, and a terrifying energy storm was triggered outside the shield, shaking the stone pillars surrounding the platform violently. The wizards closest to the platform all wore expressions of shock and retreated frantically.
Just the residual energy waves were so terrifying that it was unimaginable what the scene would be like at the center of the Spell power explosion! Ronan was almost instantly overwhelmed by the three forces.
But in less than a breath's time, a pitch-black thunderbolt suddenly streaked across the sky.
Four streams of colorful tranquility quietly converged, coalescing into an incredibly deep black at the very center of the platform, rapidly expanding.
When that black energy vortex, resembling the eye of a demon, reappeared before everyone, all could see—at the bottom of the endless abyss that devoured and shattered everything, a tall and slender figure "broke through the darkness."
Under the perfect activation of one percent of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, Ronan's face, strikingly beautiful to the point of being almost otherworldly, turned pale as if made of thin ice.
He held a massive deep blue Spell light ball, its glow reined in, exuding an indescribably terrifying aura, and with a graceful posture, he fiercely charged toward one of them.
[Schbiert's Endless Vortex] + [Snowy Kingdom in Hand]! Two trump card killing moves, both powers infinitely close to the "Taboo" edge, were unleashed simultaneously. Even with the enhancement of the [Clarity Realm]'s super strong mental recovery ability, the six pale golden Mental Power Crystals in Ronan's consciousness space were almost completely drained in an instant, their glow dimming.
At this moment, he was "extremely weak," yet his eyes shone with astonishing brightness.
Using [Schbiert's Endless Vortex] as a shield to withstand the combined attack of Serena and the others!
Using [Snowy Kingdom in Hand] as a spear, the target of the assassination was still the "weakest" among the three, Livicky! As long as he could kill or defeat one of the three, the pressure he faced would be greatly reduced.
However, facing Ronan's "Spear of the Snowy Kingdom," Livicky merely squinted her eyes, took a couple of steps back, and quickly settled down.
Livicky forcefully tore a page from her black book, the torn page's edge sharp as a dagger, effortlessly slicing off half of his right hand.
Following that, the torn page, the severed hand, and the blood flowing from the wound all floated into the air.
Livicky called out a name in a mysterious tone.
"Omnipotent... Suprem
e Compassionate Wisdom Eternal."
"Mother of the Unclean!"
These past two days have been busy with my child's school enrollment, and I really haven't had time to write. I will try to update more tomorrow.
(End of Chapter)