The Man of the Kachin Family, a Delayed Battle, the Situation (Thanks to A Dan Ge for Becoming an Alliance Leader)

During Ronan's early apprenticeship, he experienced two times when his life and death were completely in the hands of others, leaving him feeling desperate and powerless.

These two experiences, one from Lola and the other... from Anglie.

The two of them once left a deep shadow in Ronan's heart, becoming two insurmountable walls.

Later, Ronan smashed one of the two walls, and now only Anglie is left in front of us.

The purpose of his trip, as well as everything and everyone around him, seemed to become unimportant to Ronan at this moment.

His eyes were Anglie, his mind was occupied by a single thought, and something within his body began to ignite, quickly transforming from a tiny spark into an unprecedented raging fire that engulfed Ronan entirely.

Then it quickly subsided, freezing along with those surging, irrelevant emotions and distractions, sinking rapidly to the bottom of the lake of his heart... Talent, [[Thoughtless Lake]]! The infinitely tranquil lake blue in Ronan's eyes froze inch by inch, no longer showing any ripples, like two mirrors, each reflecting Anglie's figure.

Ronan's grey-silver robes billowed gently as he traversed nearly half the battlefield in a single step, like a sharp sword with its tip pointing directly at Anglie in front of him.

Anglie was clearly waiting for him, just as he had when he first faced him.

He watched Ronan approach silently, his face, obscured by his black cloak, smiling involuntarily. The way he looked at Ronan was as if he were looking at a fresh, ripe fruit, waiting to be picked.

However, just as Ronan was about to approach, the fighting spirit flowing between the two suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

As if receiving some message, Anglie produced a Communication Stone in his hand. His eyes, hidden beneath his turban, flickered rapidly. He shifted his gaze from Ronan, tilted his head slightly, and whispered something to the Black Robe Wizard with black lips beside him. After doing this, he gave Ronan a deep look, then turned and flew away in another direction without looking back.

"Anglie".

Ronan, expressionless and driven by his obsession, chased after Anglie's departing figure as he entered the "[Thoughtless Lake]" state.

The next second, however, he was blocked by a figure.

A man who was at the mid-stage of level two, approaching the late stage of level two, blocked Ronan's path, releasing powerful mental energy fluctuations unrestrainedly, like a rapidly expanding, dense shadow.

"Although I don't know why a mere First Level Wizard like you deserves such high regard from the master."

The man in the black robe looked down at Ronan, his thin black lips pressed tightly together, his expression indifferent, and his voice seemed to come from his abdomen.

"But the master said that I must treat you well."

After he finished speaking, two points of black diamond-like light suddenly shot out from his eyes. He mobilized his enormous mental power, and a surging black wave appeared out of thin air, releasing terrifying magical energy pressure, which quickly swept towards Ronan.

Just before, he had used this Darkness-Type magic to overwhelm the second-level wizards in the core group of the Fred Family, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Even now, when the silver-haired, round-faced youth and the others see the black-robed man make his move, a deep shadow still lingers in their hearts. Their scalps tingle, and they instinctively retreat, even though the spell wasn't directed at them.

Faced with the surging black waves that transformed into all sorts of bizarre and grotesque shapes, Ronan seemed to ignore them, his figure remaining straight forward without deviating from his trajectory by even the slightest bit.

A slender, pale arm rose from beneath his robes, and Ronan made a forward, horizontal slashing motion.

Black, liquid metal flowed along his arm, bursting from his fingertips and gradually transforming into a dazzling silver-white, like hot silver molten metal splashed at will. Upon contact with the air, it instantly cooled and solidified, eventually forming a huge, cold, and beautiful crescent-shaped blade.

After the gleaming silver blade appeared, it hovered briefly in the air, where an invisible force rapidly continued to accumulate. At a certain peak, countless mysterious energies burst forth from the silver blade, transforming into a blazing, ghostly Blue Flame.

"Whoosh—"

The crescent-shaped, gleaming silver blade, enveloped and entwined in azure flames, shot out and collided with the black magical wave summoned by the black-robed figure in an instant.

Without any hesitation or obstruction, the surging black magical wave was silently torn apart, and the crescent-shaped silver blade, wrapped in azure flames, instantly approached the black-robed man.

The black-robed man's pupils contracted slightly, and for the first time, a change in expression appeared on his deathly pale face, which had been as stiff and numb as a corpse.

He flew backward, and one energy [Protection] after another rose around his body, but they were easily cut through like brittle paper by the relentlessly pressing silver blade.

In a sudden moment, a strong sense of alarm arose from the black-robed man's heart. He saw the eerie blue flames burning on the huge crescent-shaped silver blade in front of him completely subside in less than half a second, replaced by bright and dazzling red lights.

The entire massive crescent-shaped blade seemed to be continuously heated by some force, trembling violently and teetering on the verge of extreme instability and rampage! "Not good!"

The man in black robes tensed up, and two jet-black spheres instantly appeared in his hands, which he crushed with a sharp blow.

"Boom!"

The enormous crescent-shaped blade exploded into a dazzling and magnificent silver firework, the terrifying energy aftershocks of the explosion reverberating through the void and stirring up wave after wave of [Rage] turbulence.

Along with the silver fireworks, a thick, black, solid wall appeared, enveloping the black-robed man like an eggshell. It directly withstood the force of the metal explosion, swaying but remaining unmoved. "Crack—"

The eggshell-like black crystal wall broke open, and a cold-looking man in a black robe strode out. A terrifying aura emanated from him, blowing his pure black robe, making him look incredibly chilling.

However, before his imposing aura could last long, it froze along with the light in his eyes.

Suddenly, a tall and slender figure appeared, almost touching him.

The figure strode through the void step by step, the air beneath his feet seemingly turning into a frozen lake, with deep blue veins extending outwards.

Two spinning, frozen spheres filled with intense despair, and two Pure White Ice Blade radiating endless coldness and Keen Edge. Several spells swirled rapidly around him, and the black-robed man's tightly pursed lips involuntarily parted slightly as three different types of Extraordinary Magic Domain auras intertwined.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

He watched helplessly as the figure worshipped by the frost quietly approached him and stepped past him with a light step.

In the instant he passed, the Three Law Domains overlapped, and the domain power of the twelve Spell Anchor silently spread, gently enveloping him.

An indescribable, extreme chill, like a thousand-year-old Ice River suddenly collapsing and exploding, instantly engulfed the man in black robes in a Torrent of pure white icy air. When all the deep blue, white, and chilling air vanished, it was gone.

Everyone on the field only saw—

A massive, mountain-sized block of ice floated silently in mid-air. Within the ice, a figure in black robes remained frozen, his expression one of shock and disbelief.

The ice block fell silently, making a loud thud as it hit the ground.

As for the white-haired youth who had fought him earlier, he had now appeared in the sky at a great distance, only a small black dot remaining.

Throughout the entire journey, his route remained unchanged, always maintaining a straight line forward.

He bypassed the obstacle posed by the man in black robes as if he had merely kicked away a small stone in his path. The entire exchange of spells took no more than two rounds. The vast battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Occasionally, snow would slide off the treetops, accompanied by the soft cracking sound of frost breaking.

No one spoke. The wizards of the Fred family, and all the Black Robe Wizard, were enveloped in an immense sense of shock and remained silent.

The core members of the Fred Family, led by the silver-haired, round-faced youth, were all stunned, staring blankly in the direction the white-haired youth had left. Only one thought was churning wildly in their minds, "This... this really is a man from the Kachin Family?!"

This is a steep, rugged mountain peak covered with a thin layer of snow and covered with low white pines. A tall, red-haired woman stands on the peak, gazing at the turbulent, roaring Level 3 battlefield not far away.

"Call--"

A figure descended from the sky, leaving invisible ripples in the air beneath its feet, and landed step by step beside the woman.

"You've arrived."

The red-haired woman glanced at the newcomer and greeted him casually.

The latter gave a soft "hmm" and reached out to remove the cloak from his head.

A young, pale male face was revealed.

He had short brown hair and features that were neither particularly handsome nor unattractive.

But his pure, blood-red eyes, the exquisite and complex black runes on his face, and the innate evil aura between his brows added an indescribable and powerful charm to his otherwise ordinary appearance.

"How is the situation?"

The young man asked the woman beside him in a low voice, while his gaze was fixed on the battle ahead.

His wine-red eyes reflected the magical light bursting forth from the battle, as well as the shadowy figures of three enormous, deep blue snakes that swayed and moved about.

I've confirmed it.

The red-haired woman replied, "You're unlucky. The thing you wanted has already been eaten by several Cold Scale Python."

"If we could capture them, we might be able to extract a little bit of their flesh and blood. However, several Third Level Wizards from the local family are currently hunting these Cold Scale Python, so it will be quite difficult to snatch them from them."

"Four Level 3 students."

The young man narrowed his eyes, a slight glint in them, and after a long pause, said in a low voice, "Adding a Third Level Magic Beast to the mix, the difficulty is indeed considerable. Never mind then."

The young man withdrew his gaze from the distance and said calmly, "I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look. It's not something I'm determined to get."

"The convener should leave..."

"Um."

The red-haired woman nodded and was about to leave when the young man in front of her seemed to discover something that surprised him. Looking at a slightly glowing Communication Stone in his hand, he uttered a soft "Eh."

"What's wrong?"

The red-haired woman asked.

The young man's eyes flickered, and he shook his head with a smile, "It's nothing, I just discovered something very interesting."

A seed that was casually planted has unknowingly grown into a thriving fruit tree.

The tree was laden with tempting-looking fruit... hiss—

The young man took a deep breath and sighed softly with a look of rapture, "I can almost picture the wonderful scene of that bite and the juice oozing out."

"Be careful not to break your own teeth."

The red-haired woman reminded him expressionlessly, "Think about Gatuso, whom you trampled underfoot. When you first joined the swamp, in his eyes... you were nothing more than an insignificant nobody."

"Yeah?"

The young man smiled broadly and said, "It would be very interesting if something like that really happened."

The young man strolled back the way he came, stepping higher and higher into the air, and sighed softly, "There are so few interesting things in this world. The Black Nightmare Swamp is starting to make me feel bored and dull. No pressure, no opponents, can you understand me, Bell?"

The red-haired woman caught up with the young man and spoke quickly.

"Once the Mirror Garden opens, your emptiness will be filled and satisfied."

Hopefully.

With a soft sigh, the two figures quickly disappeared into the distance.

Ronan sped along the vast snow-covered forest, the wind whipping up the hem of his robes and the long, white hair that fell loose at his temples.

Suddenly.

He stopped, and cracks began to appear in his eyes, which had been frozen solid by thick ice.

Ronan took out a gleaming Communication Stone from his Space Ring, gripped it tightly in his hand, and stared straight ahead.

After a few breaths, the coldness in Ronan's eyes slowly melted away, and he completely broke free from the state of "[Thoughtless Lake]" and returned to normal.

"Anglie"

He uttered the name softly, a strange light flickering in his eyes before fading away.

"Next time... let's save this battle for next time."

He never expected to run into Anglie here, just as Anglie never expected to meet him.

Neither of them was in their best condition, and under these circumstances, their fighting spirit, which had been temporarily unleashed, could not burn at its most intense level. This was a battle that was destined to be unsatisfying.

Neither he nor Anglie wanted it to be this way.

Ronan took a light breath and gently pressed down the light from the Communication Stone in his hand in response.

He waited quietly for a while, and after a moment, Soraya's figure appeared in his field of vision.

As they quickly approached, Ronan went to meet him, but the latter simply said to him, "Let's go."

Ronan nodded, and was then enveloped by Soraya's mental energy, quickly leaving.

Cold Stone Manor.

In a quiet room filled with various Rune Array, Soraya stood in front of Ronan, with a ball of deep red blood with a slight blue tinge floating above her outstretched right palm.

There seemed to be faint snake shadows floating inside the blood clot, and the faint hissing of snakes echoed in the room.

"An unexpected situation arose. That third-tier Cold Scale Python was already severely injured and weakened before we arrived... to the point that the quality of its essence blood was much worse than expected."

Soraya, with a slight frown, recounted the details of the hunt to Ronan.

Thank you, A Dan Ge, for being the patron!