Unparalleled Despair Ice Seal Sphere, the Pinnacle Technique

In the empty Fighting Square, no one uttered a sound.

The wizards Arcane Circle stared blankly at the scene before them—a giant silver bat gently flapping its wings in the sky, and a young wizard standing quietly on a giant ice ball below.

Some time had passed since the Silver Giant Bat Biondini spat out a white ball of light towards the sixth Meditation Tower. The white ball of light disappeared silently, as if it had been thrown into a pool of black water, without causing any ripples.

Everyone is waiting.

They had not yet recovered from the shock and impact of the previous battle. The intense emotions surging in their hearts, which should have been expressed through various actions, expressions, and sounds, were now like the exploding, scorching fireball under the boy's feet, completely frozen solid by thick ice, unable to leak out at all.

Everyone was enveloped by a strong and overwhelming feeling of suffocation.

The suffocating feeling came from the increasingly intense chill permeating the air, seeping out from the Rune Array within the Fighting Arena. The boy's domain continued to expand, even showing an unstoppable trend.

Countless wisps of cold air condensed into deep blue and white veins, silently spreading outwards from the boy's center.

From the perspective of the spectators below, it seemed as if something was taking root and growing in this space... or like a giant eye, with the young man gazing quietly towards the tower at its center.

The ice puck beneath the boy's feet originally emanated strong spiritual energy fluctuations and a restless, volatile power eager to break free, as if it could shatter the ice layer at any moment.

But now, the ice ball, which had silently doubled in thickness, was completely devoid of any resistance, and the frozen crimson color within it was almost invisible.

The air in the stadium grew increasingly cold and oppressive.

People began to retreat away from the Fighting Arena, their faces unconsciously revealing an indescribable expression of discomfort.

Apart from ice-type free energy particles, other attribute energy particles in this space are being constantly expelled.

There were more than one wizard on the field whose strength had reached level two, and their expressions were gradually turning ugly.

Everyone felt that the Fighting Arena was constantly expanding, like a snowball that was getting bigger and bigger, or like an iceberg that was constantly accumulating and thickening before an avalanche.

If you hadn't experienced it firsthand, no one would believe that this was the power unleashed by a First Level Wizard!

The power formed by the superposition of four Extraordinary Magic Domain of the same lineage far exceeded their comprehension, and almost no words could accurately express the complex feelings in their hearts.

The frost was spreading, and some people were already praying that the distant tower would respond quickly.

The accumulating "power" in the air had grown to a level that made even second-level wizards tremble and terrify. They couldn't help but worry that if this "power" wasn't properly released, they might become the unfortunate ones to suffer from it.

Finally, "buzz—"

A strange fluctuation came from the direction of the distant tower.

Everyone looked up and saw that the spire of the sixth tower, which had "swallowed" the white light, was now emitting a strong white light.

A beam of light shot out from the top of the tower, heading straight towards the Fighting Arena. "Your opponent has accepted your challenge."

Biondini's deep voice echoed from high above, addressing the boy below, "Get ready."

The cold air, which had been flowing calmly like a leaking ice lake, suddenly surged and began to converge rapidly in one direction.

The oppressive atmosphere that had been building up to its limit suddenly eased, and many people breathed a sigh of relief, then subconsciously looked in the direction from which the beam of light had come.

They saw the white band of light stretching rapidly like a bridge, spanning great distances. On the bridge of light, a tall figure with long, flowing hair was slowly walking towards them.

Just as that tall figure appeared, the white-haired boy standing on the ice hockey puck on the Fighting Arena had a sudden glint in his eyes.

In the azure Fighting Square, all the icy chill and the veins formed by it converged upon the youth in an instant. At that moment, he became the very source of endless, chilling coldness in the world! "Lanny."

Ronan stared at the approaching figure on the band of light. As the figure's features gradually became clearer in his vision, the fighting spirit that had been building up within him finally erupted.

"Fourfold Ice Seal!"

Ronan slowly raised his right hand, and the ice puck he was standing on, which was frozen in place by Nono Perin, immediately flew up.

Then, countless icy energies in this space transformed into deep blue cold currents that converged towards the ice ball.

The ice puck began to spin, and its already enormous size visibly grew rapidly, eventually transforming into a gigantic Rotating Ice Ball that was almost half the size of Fighting Arena.

Surrounded by countless ice and snow, and entwined with several Extraordinary Magic Domain, Ronan's figure soared into the air. The enormous and terrifying Rotating Ice Ball, which almost stole the attention of all the wizards present and made their faces pale with horror, was held in the air above the field by him with one hand, like a sun formed from ice and snow!

"That's clearly against the rules."

Biondini's voice fell from the sky.

Ronan looked up at it, then at the unmoved, Third Level Wizard, who still kept his eyes closed. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke softly to Biondini.

"Screw the rules."

The expression on the face of the Silver Giant Bat Biondini, froze instantly.

Ronan had already turned his head, his gaze fixed on the tall figure approaching on a band of light in the distance.

His eyes shone with a star-like brilliance, and his entire body was enveloped in an invisible aura, his robes fluttering even without wind.

"[Peerless. Despair Ice Seal Sphere]!"

"Call--"

It embodies all the chilling aura and fighting spirit that Ronan accumulated during his "long" wait!

This is his pinnacle skill as an ice wizard to date!

The enormous, spinning sphere of ice released a terrifying aura, howling and leaving a deep white trail in the air as it hurtled straight toward the tall figure approaching from afar! Ronan's robes fluttered, and the Nightmare Dual Swords automatically materialized beneath his robes. The [Silver Transformation] rune lit up, and the Domain of Despair remained with him like a twisted source of icy coldness. Following the trajectory of the ice sphere, it broke through the constraints of the Fighting Arena's Rune Array and charged forward.

Selection process, arena, rules... at this moment, all of that was torn to shreds by Ronan.

He only wants to fight!

He only wants the opponent to lose!

The tense and oppressive atmosphere in the Fighting Square was shattered the moment Ronan rushed out of the arena's magic circle, and a clamor arose in the arena.

Following closely behind, many Arcane Circle wizards began to rush in the direction Ronan had rushed out, and the originally orderly selection process suddenly became chaotic.

The Silver Giant Bat Biondini, stared in astonishment at the bustling crowd below, its mouth slightly agape as it rapidly flapped its enormous wings, looking utterly helpless.

It subconsciously glanced at the old Third Level Wizard who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, and saw that the latter was still calm and indifferent, as if it were none of its business, and shook its head helplessly.

"Another troublemaker."

Having said that, it flapped its wings and quickly followed the shifting battlefield.

Soon, the crowd in the huge Fighting Square dispersed, leaving only a lone figure in a corner.

With pale skin, black diamond earrings, and shrouded in a deep sense of gloom and despondency Travis stared blankly in the direction the crowd had gone, at a flamboyant and dazzling figure surrounded by countless snowflakes, muttering in a dreamlike voice.

"So, there's another way to challenge the top ten?"

This doesn't count as a sneak attack.

As Ronan summoned the ice puck to express his intention to attack, the figure walking along the light stopped in his tracks.

The wind from high above carried the sound of the other party chanting incantations rapidly.

Ronan remained unfazed, his eyes gleaming, and continued pushing the puck forward.

He quickly sensed the traces of rapidly flowing energy particles in the air.

They were sinking rapidly, while an even more vast and magnificent ocean of energy particles was slowly rising from below. It was an uncountable swarm of massive free earth-based energy particles!

"Boom! Boom!"

Ronan saw the ground in the distance begin to shake, and the earth rapidly cracked, as if a tightly sealed bottle had been opened, with columns of brown mud and soil shooting into the sky like fountains.

The tall figure with long, flowing hair faced him, raised his right arm, and manipulated the energy fluctuations in the air to erupt like a volcano.

Under his control, columns of mud, rocks, and soil converged rapidly towards a single location like earthen dragons, forming a massive vortex.

The tall figure wore a glittering armband on its right arm, from which countless sharp, crystalline points of light flew out and continuously merged into the numerous swirling vortices of mud.

As Ronan pushed the puck to its destination, a massive brown earthen shield, its surface studded with glittering metallic particles, materialized. "Boom!"

The Rotating Ice Ball, radiating boundless icy energy, collided violently with the brown earthen shield, instantly unleashing countless torrents of deep blue and brown.

Some scorching flames still escaped, and terrified screams rang out from the center of the explosion. A figure rushed out in a disheveled state and fled quickly into the distance. The terrifying aftershocks of energy stirred up huge air waves, and a gale carrying mud, rocks, and ice shards lashed wildly at the flickering energy [Protection], causing a group of Arcane Circle wizards who had come to watch to stop in their tracks.

The instant the spells clashed, Ronan darted into the fray, his Spell Breaking Flame Twin Nightmare Dual Swords, slicing through the chaotic energy currents. His mental energy locked onto a blazing, glowing humanoid figure of mental energy, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He wielded his twin swords, propelled by terrifying physical strength, leaving two long, dark, twisted trails in the air as he slashed straight toward the humanoid figure.

"Bang!"

Ronan felt as if he had struck something hard, and a clump of dirt exploded in front of him.

Immediately following, hard objects approached from all sides. Ronan slashed with both hands, instantly shattering them all, but his body was also slowed down. Looking up, he saw that the blazing spiritual energy humanoid he sensed had taken the opportunity to distance itself from him.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he simply put down his two swords and stood still.

Only then did the dust and smoke from the earlier collision between the ice hockey puck and the earthen shield completely subside.

As the icy dust and mud dissipated, the tall figure of his opponent was finally fully revealed before Ronan's eyes.

He was a tall and imposing young man, dressed in an exquisite silver short coat with runes emanating from within. He also wore a silver metal armlet on his right arm.

Grey eyes, long hair.

A long scar ran diagonally across his otherwise masculine face, giving Ronan the impression of being strong, powerful, and ferocious! He was like a fierce tiger, its limbs gripping the ground firmly, its body slightly lowered, exuding a calm, heavy, yet sinister and dangerous aura.

The two stood facing each other suspended in mid-air, with large and small broken boulders scattered beneath their feet, as if they were in a desolate desert or on ruins.

Frost remaining on the ground was rather rare.

This is the advantage of earth-type wizards.

Other elemental spells, once cast, will cause the summoned energy particles to quickly escape, but earth spells can persist for a long time, like an army that can be reassigned at any time.

I admit I underestimated you.

Lanny, with his gray eyes and long hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over Nono Perin, who was pale and looked extremely frightened in the distance, before looking at Ronan, his narrow eyes revealing a cold and chilling light.

He possessed the strength of a mid-level second-tier cultivator, and the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from his body were several times stronger than those of Nono Perin at his peak.

After a wizard advances to the second level, their spiritual energy will condense into a crystal.

When the first Spiritual Power Crystal reaches its maximum size, the second mental energy crystal will be created.

At this point, one is considered to be in the mid-stage of a level two wizard.

In terms of sheer mental strength, Lanny, a mid-level second-tier wizard, possesses mental strength at least twenty times greater than Ronan, a late-level first-tier wizard.

At this moment, he stood in front of Ronan, and the overlapping "suns" created a terrifying Spiritual Force Field that directly emptied all non-earth-based free energy particles around Ronan.

His Domain of Despair, constructed by superimposing his Four Law Domains, felt somewhat suppressed and unable to lift its head when facing Lanny's Spiritual Force Field alone.

The icy energy dissipated as soon as it appeared, making it impossible for it to condense and take shape.

Certainly.

This is also related to the fact that Ronan's so-called superposition of the Four Law Domains is not a true Four Law Domains.

The spells copied through the [Mirrorlight] rune are still fundamentally different from the spells he summons.

Just like an object reflected in a mirror, no matter how similar it looks to the real thing, a fake is still a fake.

It did achieve Double Anchoring, greatly enhancing the power of the Domain of Despair, but it still falls far short of a true domain with Four Law Domains superimposed on each other, a domain with twelve Spell Anchor.

Ronan was well aware of this.

Therefore, his confidence in challenging Lanny never stemmed from the ice-type domain enhanced by [Mirrorlight].

"No matter how you package waste, it's still waste."

Lanny spoke in a low voice, looking calmly at Ronan. A mysterious aura flowed from his body, and in an instant, a powerful and profound Extraordinary Magic Domain took shape.

"Fine, then I'll take care of you myself."

Ronan lightly twirled his two swords, nodded to Lanny in front of him, and said, "That's what I wanted to say too."