Frozen

The deeper Ronan ventured into the ruins of the Mirror Garden, the more he understood the power and mystery of spatial and mirror-based magic.

This inheritance from the Ancient Wizard Force, the Mirror Garden, is something he must fight for no matter what!

Bennigo once told him that resources, connections, reputation—you have to fight for everything.

If you don't compete, where will opportunities come from? If you don't compete, you'll only be overtaken by others!

He has already "missed" the chance to enter the First Battlefield, but now, in this Second Battlefield at the first level, he cannot give up anything!

Ronan was unsure whether the rune representing entry into the next round of inheritance selection was awarded to the first person to obtain it, or to the person who obtained it last.

Although the latter probability is undoubtedly much greater, Ronan will not let the opportunity slip away in vain, as long as there is even the slightest possibility of the former.

Even if it means being the "first to stick out".

Perfect, it also allows me to test my current true combat strength.

Ronan's gaze swept across the bewildered faces of the wizards below. Apart from the three wizards who were also in the Arcane Circle, there were a total of fifteen wizards as his opponents.

Nine of them are in the late stage of level two, and six are in the middle stage of level two.

This formidable opponent is "quite a challenge."

Ronan murmured to himself, the azure light in his eyes quickly sealed by ice, all irrelevant thoughts and emotions sinking to the bottom of the icy lake. Just as he entered the [[Thoughtless Lake]] state, the platform below, which had fallen into a brief, eerie silence, suddenly erupted with surging energy flows like volcanic eruptions! Second-tier spells were summoned one after another, and magical domains expanded and rose one after another, flames, lava, vines, thorns, shadows—countless energy particles instantly formed an energy tsunami that seemed capable of devouring and sweeping everything, surging and roaring towards Ronan.

The terrifying force field created by the collision of numerous spells and magic domains instantly distorted the void above the entire platform. The terrifying power forced Glenn and the other two Arcane Circle wizards to retreat step by step in horror.

At this moment, all three of them were thinking the same thing over and over again—

"Is this guy from the Seventh Magic Ring insane?!"

However, in the next instant, the three of them saw, in a distorted and blurry light, the figure of the boy they thought was arrogant and ignorant, who had acted like a madman, raise his hand and gently touch his ear.

A blue diamond earring on his left earlobe shone brightly, followed by the outlines of magical artifacts flying out of the earring, as if automatically adorning the boy's body... Before the three could see any more, the magical tsunami and energy surge released by the three wizards had already pushed high into the sky, engulfing the boy's figure in the blink of an eye.

A ring of fire, magma, vines, thorns, and flowing Black Mist, along with scythes and arrows of light that appeared and disappeared intermittently—more than a dozen spells surrounded that patch of void, colliding fiercely with each other. The void itself seemed to collapse under this terrifying concentrated fire, the air in that area appearing to contract rapidly. "He really asked for it."

Glenn and his two companions looked grim as they watched the scene unfold, their eyes darting around rapidly.

Before entering the secret realm, everyone signed a contract, which theoretically prohibits them from killing fellow wizards.

However, dying under the combined magical fire of a group of people should be considered a special case. It is estimated that even the contract will not be effective. It is purely a case of courting death, and dying would be pointless.

The key point is... it's one thing for this idiot in the seventh ring to be courting death, but his actions might cause the other three sides to turn their anger towards the Arcane Circle, and then they might be the ones to suffer next.

Originally, the Arcane Circle wizards were already at a disadvantage on this platform, and their chances of winning were not high. Now, those chances have been compressed to almost zero.

Just as Glenn and his two companions were frantically racking their brains, thinking of their next move.

Suddenly, "click—"

A strange sound caught the attention of the three.

Glenn and the other two looked up in the direction of the sound and were shocked to find that the void, which had just been collapsed by a barrage of spells, was now in an extremely strange state of solidification and stillness.

The raging energy flows, the colliding spells, the flickering light—everything seemed to be frozen in place, forming a bizarre, static whole.

It was as if they had been frozen in mid-air by an invisible force.

The eerie scene alerted the other wizards on the platform, who all frowned and stared at the empty space. Some began chanting spells in a low voice again, while others seemed to be chilled by an inexplicable cold, shivering slightly.

"Hiss--"

The slight sound of drawing in cold air seemed to stretch out the timeline in an instant.

All sounds on the platform suddenly faded away, and the air abruptly became Stasis and astringent, filled with despair and coldness. Thin, sharp frost, like Keen Edge venomous snakes, crawled silently along the gradually solidifying void, rapidly seeping into the bodies of every wizard on the field.

It relentlessly burrows into their hearts, bit by bit, along their skin, flesh, and bones.

"Boom!"

The next second, the Stasis energy and spell surge in the void shattered with a roar, exploding into countless mottled streams of light.

Immediately following, the seemingly eternal glacier suddenly burst open, and an overwhelming, indescribable, and intensely cold current quickly swept across the entire mirror platform space.

In an instant, the huge platform was completely covered by frost and snow. The fifteen wizards on the platform, whether standing on the ground or hiding in the void, were all frozen into lifelike Ice Sculpture, and even the surprised and caught-off-guard expressions on their faces were sealed away.

The terrifying chill, like an invisible Ice River, continued to roll and flow in the void. This chill even seeped through the runic light shield around the platform, subtly affecting the two adjacent platforms. From time to time, people cast surprised and uncertain glances over.

Glenn and his two companions stood huddled together at the very edge of the platform.

The terrifying cold current that forcibly occupied the entire platform subtly bypassed the three of them. They were not actually greatly affected, but the three of them seemed to be completely frozen by another invisible force.

At this moment, everyone was staring blankly in the same direction, motionless.

——

That was at the epicenter of the cold outbreak.

A tall and slender figure stood quietly.

It was the boy from the Arcane Circle who had been overwhelmed by numerous spells.

Layers of ice crystals formed an exquisite and magnificent half-body armor on his body, while a deep blue icefall cascaded down behind him, forming a long and dazzling cloak.

The boy held a jewel-encrusted, ice-blue staff with a crescent-shaped metal ring at the top in one hand, as if he were holding a spear.

He was surrounded by endless blue light, and mysterious and profound energy constantly surged from his body. The intertwining energy formed three kinds of domain power. The rolling cold currents that raged within the platform space rushed around the boy, as if they were about to condense some terrifying pattern in the void.

His long, icy-white hair danced gently behind him, making him seem like a king who had suddenly descended upon this land, enveloped in a kingdom of frost! "'Six Magic Domains Overlay,' 'Eighteen Spell Anchor,' the Winter Homeland] magic item set enhancement, the 'Yarlis Ice Ring Necklace' amplification, and the [Tundra Frozen Earth] with its upgraded runes."

Ronan felt the chilling currents surrounding him, the icy aura filling the void, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The power of this Ice Cold Domain has now reached an unbelievable level. This is the true might of the [Frozen Earth] style!"

Ronan didn't even fuse the three ice-type Extraordinary Magic Domain that constituted the domain, nor did he activate the Frost Hydra Bloodline within his body. Relying solely on the enhancement of his extremely luxurious magical equipment, he increased the power of the domain to more than ten times its previous level! He directly froze a full fifteen level-two wizards in one go, including nine late-stage level-two wizards and six mid-stage level-two wizards, and Ronan felt that this was not even the limit of the domain.

"Click-click-click—"

In the frozen field, the sound of ice breaking could be heard.

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw several Ice Sculpture that had been frozen in ice shaking violently, with waves of energy surging within them, looking as if they were about to break free.

Ronan was not surprised.

It would be truly strange if a dignified, late-stage level 2 elite from all sides were frozen solid and rendered powerless.

It's normal to struggle and resist.

But that was all they had left to struggle and resist.

Ronan calmly raised his right hand, and several gems at the top of his staff lit up simultaneously, with runes flashing and faint energy fluctuations emanating from them.

The icy landscape before them changed again in the next moment.

On the platform covered by thick ice and snow, in the void, thick, long, sharp, and crystal-clear ice spikes silently emerged.

Like countless ferocious fingers of ancient snow monsters emerging from the depths of the Ice and Snow Kingdom, they rapidly converged and closed towards the loose and broken humanoid Ice Sculpture. At one corner of the platform, Glenn and his two companions, who were already stunned, stared fixedly at the scene before them, watching the boy's figure controlling the wind and snow, as well as the rather conspicuous early-stage level two spiritual power fluctuations emanating from his body, and murmured in a daze.

"The Seventh Magic Ring... where on earth did this monster come from?"

"Boom!"

[Rage], blazing fire swept across the platform, seemingly trying to break through the limitations of space and distance, and burn through the projected images of the spell.

As the crimson flames gradually dissipated, the scene revealed a young man kneeling on the ground, looking disheveled, with wisps of smoke rising from his body.

The young man's once Keen Edge and brilliant eyes, like those of lapis lazuli, now appeared dull and lifeless. His face was pale, and his dejected appearance suggested that he was merely trying to stay upright and not collapse on the spot.

"Is this all the geniuses in the Arcane Circle have?"

As a cold, mocking voice rang out, a young man with orange-gold eyes, exuding an air of innate nobility, slowly emerged from the crimson flames.

He walked up to the kneeling youth and looked down at him with an extremely arrogant and haughty posture.

The latter, provoked by the other's words, wore a look of humiliation and resentment. He tried to stand up, but was violently thrown back by a burst of flame that appeared out of nowhere. "..."

Outside the secret realm, Caloni watched this scene quietly, his heroic and rugged face showing no emotion, appearing quite calm.

However, beneath his robes, unseen by anyone, one of his hands was clenching slightly.

Clemens, a top seed from the Seventh Magic Ring, has also been defeated! After Valinna from the Second Magic Ring, he went to great lengths to bring in two seeds from the First Battlefield, but they were eliminated in the very first round of the Legacy Selection!

Although this does not mean that his bet with the Green Robe Witch of the Thorn Palace is necessarily a loss, the fact that both of them were injured and lost, and that their spoils were taken away, greatly increased his chances of losing.

There was a deep, almost impenetrable light in Caloni's eyes.

There's not much to say about Valinna's elimination.

She was incredibly unlucky; she was assigned to a platform where she was the only one there, and the wizards from the other three factions immediately joined forces to deal with her, leaving her with no choice but to be eliminated.

However, the platform that Clemens Clemens teleported to had the largest number of Arcane Circle wizards, the strongest strength, and the greatest advantage.

Logically, they should have won this match easily. However, they were completely swept aside by a young wizard at the mid-level of level two from Molten Crystal Lake, suffering an unprecedented defeat.

Is Clemens too weak? No.

The opponent was simply too strong.

Caloni slowly turned his head to look in one direction, and met the half-smiling gaze of the bald wizard holding the Burning Stone Staff at Molten Crystal Lake.

The other person's lips moved, silently uttering a name to him.

Caloni's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately understood.

"So they are descendants of the family from the Molten Crystal Lake."

If it's due to that family's bloodline, then Clemens' defeat seems inevitable.

At this point, the winners of the eight mirror platforms have been almost all determined.

Caloni quickly scanned the screen, but didn't see any familiar figures. His face twitched slightly.

Who would have thought that the entire Arcane Circle would be wiped out in this round, with no one making it to the next round? Even the Thorn Palace had two wins. Their luck was truly terrible. "Tsk."

Just then, the Green Robe Witch's voice suddenly rang in their ears, filled with exclamations of wonder.

"Caloni, this little guy from your Arcane Circle is quite wealthy! He even managed to get a complete set of Tier 2 magic items... These things are rare in the South, and they seem to fit his spell system extremely well, truly exceptional."

"Um?!"

Caloni paused for a moment, then looked at the projected image of the spell again.

Only then did I realize that I had overlooked something.

The Arcane Circle actually had one win.

The winner was a young wizard who specialized in Ice Magic, but he only had the strength of the early stage of level two.

"Show me a replay of this battle."

Caloni's eyes flashed, and he spoke quickly.

The Green Robe Witch beside him seemed to have anticipated his words. Her slender, white fingers slid lightly through the air, and soon a scene was recalled.

After carefully examining the document, a flicker of surprise crossed Caloni's eyes, but it quickly faded, and he returned to calm once more.