Dual Law Domain Superposition, I've Been Waiting for This Moment Too

Within the dense and immense shadow, Ronan saw a somber and profound figure slowly emerge.

A young man emerged from the darkness.

She walked towards him step by step, seemingly stepping on thin air.

A slight commotion arose among the crowd watching the battle around the square, and the Arcane Circle wizards discussed among themselves.

Travis

Travis

Travis

He wants Nightmare Tungsten Steel.

"He desperately wants to be in one of the top ten spots."

He can't do it.

Ronan heard whispers, and everyone was mentioning the same name. Travis's figure was projected on every magical screen, and the best spot was reserved for him in the dueling "arena".

This stage was built specifically for Travis.

Everyone's attention was focused on Travis, observing the destination in his gaze, measuring the distance he wanted to travel, and speculating on the ambitions he was now displaying. As for his first step, what he was about to step on, no one paid any attention.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he calmly flew into the "arena".

"It's that kid!"

In the spectator stands, a bald, burly man with a black mole on his nose, sitting on a floating metal throne, shifted his gaze from Travis, who was the center of attention, and made a slightly surprised sound when he saw his opponent.

"You recognize this level?"

Someone cast a glance their way.

The bald, burly man leaned back in his metal chair, shaking his head with a cold laugh, "A kid with decent talent, I was the one who handled his entrance test. It's a pity he had to hang out with Bennigo, asking for trouble by becoming someone else's stepping stone!"

"Oh."

The wizard, having received the answer, turned around calmly, his expression showing little change.

Even the name Bennigo is long gone, let alone the insignificant little man associated with him.

On the other side, the wizard Basil, who was also watching all this, gently stroked the abrasion on his left cheek, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

After this battle, Travis got what he wanted, and he will get what he desires.

The resources he obtained in exchange for "intelligence" would allow him to completely heal the old scars on his face.

Ronan tilted his head slightly upwards.

The "arena" for the duel had no ground; Travis stood in the air at a higher position, with the light membrane of the Rune Array above his head.

A wisp of black emanated from Travis, and the powerful Spiritual Force Field of a second-level wizard enveloped the entire fighting "arena".

'Better than those two guys.'

Much stronger

Ronan silently compared Travis to the second-level Green-Eyed Wizard and the middle-aged balding wizard he had fought before.

The most prominent characteristic of a level two wizard is the "crystallization" of their spiritual power, which further enhances their Soul Rune.

After level two, every slight improvement for a wizard becomes much more difficult than before, so the gap between them becomes more and more obvious.

"Buzz—"

A strange trembling sound rang out.

Ronan looked up and saw countless scale-like metals flying out from beneath Travis's robes high above. These metals emitted a black mist like smoke, swirling around Travis like a swarm of insects, and finally gathering behind Travis, resembling strange and enormous wings.

A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from Travis's body, merging with the level two Spiritual Force Field and enveloping the gazes cast from all directions. It mixed into a unique "momentum" that completely took over the area, making him seem like the sole ruler of this space.

"Shadowstone Alloy is not a purely metallic material."

Travis stretched out his hand, looking at his palm, and the black metal pieces around him changed into various shapes in his hand.

"Whether as a medium for Metal Element spells or for transmitting Darkness-Type magic energy, it is far inferior to Nightmare Tungsten Steel."

Travis spoke calmly and softly, not as if he were talking to Ronan, but as if he were talking to himself.

"Even the effects of the [Silverization] talisman weren't completely transformed."

On Travis's pale neck, silver-white runes lit up.

He raised his hand, as if releasing a flock of pigeons, to "release" the metal pieces that were spinning in his palm.

All the dense, scale-like metal pieces behind him flew out from his side.

These metal pieces were plated with a silvery-white color in mid-air, and then quickly combined to form huge crescent-shaped scythes.

A large number of dark, free-floating energy particles in the air converged, forming a thick Black Mist that permeated the air. A terrifying magical energy field spread out, and dozens of silver-white crescent scythes appeared and disappeared in the rapidly spreading Black Mist, like a ferocious and dangerous monster silently brandishing its sharp claws in the shadows.

In just a few breaths, the entire fighting "arena" was completely covered in shadow.

Travis stood in the shadows, and all the silver scythes hidden within were pointed in one direction—towards Ronan's position in the center, silently revealing their piercing sharpness.

He did not rush to make a move.

"If this spell were cast using Nightmare Tungsten Steel, its power would be at least 30% greater than it is now."

Travis is now speaking to Ronan.

He looked down at Ronan with an indifferent gaze, and slowly took a step forward.

Do you know?

The shadow beneath Travis's feet began to churn, energy surging, and the crescent scythe, which had been faintly visible, was now completely hidden in the shadows. The danger in the air was rising sharply. Suddenly, his calm tone turned incredibly cold, as if long-suppressed emotions were bursting forth like an explosive torrent of ice.

"I've waited so long for this moment!"

The moment the words fell, dozens of cold lights suddenly shone from the shadows that filled the arena.

Dozens of crescent-shaped metal scythes, their power fully amplified and accompanied by billowing Black Mist, emerged simultaneously from the shadows and silently slashed down at Ronan's location, instantly leaving dozens of long, silvery-white streaks in the air. "It's over."

Not only Travis, but many of the Arcane Circle wizards who were watching this battle also had this thought in their minds at the same time.

Some people had already turned their attention away from the arena and begun to assess Travis's increased strength after this battle, considering their chances of winning against him again. However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a vast and powerful spiritual force suddenly descended from the sky.

The old Third Level Wizard in charge of the selection process cast a faint glance at Travis's stage. His eyes flickered slightly, and the giant Silver Bat beside him immediately seemed to receive some command, opening its mouth and spewing a huge white energy beam towards the arena. After receiving the energy from the beam, the Rune Array forming the arena rapidly thickened at a visible speed. Travis, who was inside the Rune Array, suddenly changed his expression.

He opened his arms, and an extremely powerful spiritual force emanated from his body.

But before he could make any move or reaction, the rapidly shrinking shadow on the arena froze, and the churning Black Mist seemed to solidify as well.

"Snap—"

The sound of something breaking.

The next second.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion, the solidified shadow on the central arena burst open, unleashing a torrent of pure white and deep blue.

A terrifying chill swept fiercely against the energy [Protection] at the edge of the arena, creating ripples that shook the area.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then saw incredulously—

The enormous void arena, now enveloped by the light membrane of the Rune Array, has transformed into a striking blue-white "ice ball".

Countless large and small frost and ice shards floated in the air in every inch of the arena, while dozens of silver-white crescent metal scythes were frozen in mid-air, their entire bodies covered and frozen, like some kind of special decoration hanging on the wall.

In the heart of this extreme cold, a boy who is the "source" stands quietly.

He was surrounded by a large amount of ice and snow, and deep blue cold currents, like the veins of a glacier, extended out from beneath him, spreading like a spider web throughout the entire arena space.

Countless mysterious energies intertwined around the young man, forming two Extraordinary Magic Domain of force. The aura spread out, gently lifting the hem of the young man's robe, and instantly passed through the light membrane of the Rune Array, sweeping across the entire Fighting Square. "Whoosh!"

"Swish!"

At this moment, countless high-ring wizards who were sitting comfortably or lazily in their metal chairs suddenly straightened up, their voices filled with shock and emotion as they blurted out.

"Dual Law Domain Superposition?!"

"Dual Law Domain Superposition?"

Travis's arrogance and composure had completely vanished at this moment.

He took a deep breath, his face grim, and his eyes quickly darkened. Then Extraordinary Magic Domain power, also composed of countless mysterious energies, slowly emanated from his body, showing a tendency to rival the omnipresent icy aura.

Ronan ignored Travis's actions, simply looking at Travis before calmly saying, "I understand how you feel, because I've been waiting for this moment for a long time too."

After saying that, Ronan's figure disappeared, soaring into the air like a swift Soaring Ice Dragon.

Ronan's silver-gray robes fluttered slightly in the wind and snow as he appeared at the same height as Travis. Silver-white Nightmare Tungsten Steel flowed down like water, condensing into the shape of two swords in his palm.

"Burst!"

Travis uttered a short syllable with a cold expression, and the dozens of crescent scythes that had been frozen by frost exploded all at once, transforming back into countless silvery-white metal scales that quickly flew back to his side.

Travis began chanting incantations rapidly, and a powerful Spiritual Force Field and magical domain power spread outwards simultaneously. The ice and snow in the areas it covered melted quickly, and the cold air dissipated Fighting Arena, which had been almost completely covered by frost, began to gradually return to Travis's control.

As Travis chanted the incantation, Ronan also moved.

He walked towards Travis, carrying his twin swords. The Domain of Despair, constructed using the power of the dual ice-type Extraordinary Magic Domain as its anchor, had evolved and transformed into a higher form.

The proficiency of [Desperate Ice Seal] had increased significantly compared to before, and with the addition of [Frost Veins], which also had a high proficiency, the auras of despair and extreme cold intertwined within the domain, raising the level of coldness to an unprecedented height.

Wherever it passed, even the air was frozen into imperceptible particles.

The Fighting Arena wasn't very large. Ronan kept moving forward, and the Domain of Despair and the force field released by Travis collided violently.

The two forces clashed and fought, squeezing out distorted shapes in the void.

Clearly, Ronan's Domain of Despair, formed by the superposition of his Dual Law Domain Superposition, was gaining the upper hand. The space controlled by Travis was being continuously compressed and was crumbling step by step. "[Dark Curtain]! [Shadow Harvest]!"

Travis's force field space was compressed to a rather narrow extent, and his spellcasting finally ended. Black runes on his originally pale and cold cheek suddenly lit up brightly.

In an instant, the scale-like metal around Travis suddenly condensed into an enormous crescent scythe, and countless Black Mist appeared out of thin air, connecting to form a large, dense cloud.

Like a crescent moon peeking out from behind dark clouds, its cold light spills out like water.

The giant silver scythe released bursts of intense energy particle fluctuations, cutting large black ripples in the air before silently slashing down at Ronan.

The deep, cold, and Extraordinary Magic Domain power that belonged to Travis, which was wrapped around his body, also erupted completely.

With just one glance, Ronan's Domain of Despair was smoothly sliced open.

With a mental strength at least ten times greater than Ronan's, plus the inherent power of a second-tier spell, Travis's spell attack was something that even Ronan's doubled magical domain power could not directly withstand.

The swirling snowstorm suddenly parted, and the fierce wind whipped Ronan's white hair across his forehead, but he seemed oblivious, his deep blue eyes still holding a calm more steadfast than an iceberg.

Ronan crouched low, crossed his two swords, and charged forward with a swift, forward-slashing motion, directly meeting the massive crescent scythe.

Just before the sword was about to collide with the scythe, two surging, eerie blue flames rose from the sword like tornadoes, engulfing Ronan's body. "Clang—"

An incredibly crisp metallic clanging sound.

The giant crescent scythe, slashing diagonally, trembled slightly, as if its momentum to cut everything abruptly stopped, and the Black Mist that wrapped around the giant scythe also dissipated in large swaths.

Ronan's figure appeared silently behind the crescent scythe. He did not stop, and the flames of Nightmare Dual Swords Spell Breaking Flame burning on the Nightmare Twin Swords were so intense that they almost enveloped half of his body.

He sliced through Travis's Spiritual Force Field and magical fields as easily as cutting through brittle paper, advancing unimpeded and unimpeded.

"A third type of Extraordinary Magic Domain power?!"

In the spectator stands below, a wizard with Arcane Circle gripped the armrest of his metal chair tightly, his eyes flashing as he slowly uttered, "Effect Break."

Travis watched as Ronan's figure grew larger and larger before his eyes, the rings on his ten fingers and the black diamond studs on his earlobes all gleaming faintly.

A [Protection] magical barrier was generated, layering up on him.

Then, beneath the silver sword tips wreathed in a pair of ghostly Blue Flame, layer upon layer of light was rapidly pierced Travis's rapidly contracting pupils reflected the ever-approaching, magnifying, blazing ghostly blue light, his expression twisting and suddenly turning ferocious.

A crystalline mental core in his mind began to vibrate violently.

Travis let out a silent roar, unleashing his full mental power as a second-level wizard.

Pure spiritual power stirred up an invisible and terrifying storm and tsunami in the void, Travis radiated an unparalleled and dazzling "light" from the inside out! This was the purest and most direct wizarding method, a savage attack on the level of spiritual power, a contest and collision of hard power.

No wizard would choose this way of fighting, because even if they won, their mental strength would be severely damaged.

But at this moment, Travis only wanted to win, only wanted to make his opponent hesitate, fear, and back down... to buy himself a little breathing time to recall the Crescent Scythe!

Under the intensely radiant spiritual "light," the boy's figure seemed to be genuinely forced to retreat.

However, Travis didn't even have a chance to feel a little relieved.

The next instant, a long, slender hand suddenly reached out and tore through the thick, almost solidified Spiritual Force Field surrounding Travis, then grabbed his neck tightly!

Imagine a wizard being forced close and having someone grab him by the neck.

So no matter how noble his status was or how powerful he was, he would completely lose his elegance and dignity.

Travis, his face contorted in rage, tried desperately to pry open the hand gripping his neck, but to no avail.

He also tried to summon magic, but a sharp and cold force locked onto his brow.

He tried to struggle, but the hand had already pulled him close.

Travis met a pair of incredibly clear, deep blue eyes. The owner of those eyes pointed the tip of a longsword, shrouded in silver mist, at him, and calmly said, word by word, "Look, Travis, this is the Nightmare Tungsten Steel you wanted."

"But if I give it to you, can you hold onto it?"

Travis's struggling movements stopped abruptly. He stood motionless for a moment, then the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.