[Absolute Freeze] Peerless Weapon! Tainted Fruit, Leading Figures

Six "Dawn Day" in the sky each cast a beam of light, which then coalesced into a giant, semi-transparent, colorful sphere above the Fighting Arena.

The rotating colored orbs released a beautiful and enchanting light, illuminating the hundreds of quiet, upturned faces below.

"Buzz—"

Ancient syllables echoed from high above. The young wizards who had emerged from various factions to participate in the competition below heard this sound and, as if receiving a signal, each forced out a wisp of their soul power and cast it towards the sky.

Ronan did the same.

He had been reminded beforehand that this was a necessary process.

The genius competition jointly organized by the six major wizarding forces is also related to the ownership of two Dawn Rank magical artifacts and a World Stone. Naturally, fairness must be guaranteed.

Each wizard participating in the competition needs to sign a simple Soul Contract, which generally states that the participating wizard guarantees not to use any means of "cheating".

The colorful orb absorbed the Soul Power of the sixty wizards, and the sixty strands of Soul Power, like swimming fish, chased and moved within the orb.

Suddenly, two of the Soul Power collided abruptly.

In an instant, two beams of light descended from the sphere of light, simultaneously enveloping two figures in the crowd below.

Following closely behind were the second and third groups. "Huh?!"

As the light sphere randomly selected the fourth pair of opponents, a deep red beam of light suddenly descended upon Ronan, enveloping him entirely.

The beam of light transmitted information about his opponent and the Fighting Arena number.

Ronan was somewhat surprised, not expecting that it would be his turn to play so soon.

The Arcane Circle around him all looked at him, most of them unfamiliar faces, but at this moment they were conveying mostly friendly and encouraging emotions.

"Arena number four, Black Nightmare Swamp, Bartrand Crow?"

Ronan took a breath and, without any hesitation, activated his Flying Ring and soared into the air onto the fourth Fighting Arena.

On the other side of the ring, his opponent also flew up at the same time.

Once the two were in place, a simple Rune Array rose up, and the same scene unfolded on the other three arenas.

Ronan felt that some of the gazes from the surrounding stands were on him, mostly from the direction of the Arcane Circle and the Black Nightmare Swamp.

There are a few paths over at the Molten Crystal Lake, but not many.

One of the gazes Keen Edge and intense, like a red-hot blade pressed against Ronan's brow.

Ronan looked in that direction and saw a tall, reddish-orange-haired young man staring coldly at him from a central location on one side of the Molten Crystal Lake.

The other person had eyes that resembled flowing lava, just like Igor's back then.

But it is far more powerful Igor.

The young man sat in his seat, like a lava lake constantly releasing terrifying heat. No one dared to approach him. Just by looking at Ronan from a distance, Ronan felt the Bloodline Crystal in his heart tremble and throb.

"Ignatius?"

Ronan silently recited the other person's name in his mind, expressionlessly avoiding the undisguised hostility in the gaze.

Igor didn't come to this competition, probably because of this man.

Ronan shifted his gaze slightly, and soon his eyes met another pair of strange and outstanding eyes.

Those were wine-red eyes, very deep, like whirlpools formed from ancient blood.

The owner of the eyes had an indescribable wicked smile on his face. He was casually resting his chin on his hand, looking at Ronan with a half-smile.

Ronan locked onto the other person's figure instantly, and his eyes involuntarily turned cold.

Anglie.

Anglie Leo.

He had searched for his opponent for a long time before the competition but could not find him. Now, however, Anglie no longer concealed his whereabouts.

Ronan saw Anglie's thin, knife-like lips slightly part, as if he were silently telling him something.

He frowned, trying hard to make out the details.

On the third time, I finally understood what the lip movements meant—"Focus.

"Call!"

A chilling gust of Darkness-Type magic suddenly swept across Ronan's face, causing the hem of his robes to flutter high.

Ronan snapped back to reality and realized that a thick shadow was already looming over him.

A Black Nightmare Swamp wizard, chosen by the orb as his opponent but ignored from the start, had a gloomy expression and was coldly waving his staff, constantly summoning spells to hurl at him.

"It's time to focus."

Ronan's gaze returned to calm, his azure eyes reflecting the black light before him, and he took a light breath.

Then raise your hand and slowly make a downward pressing motion.

In an instant, countless mysterious energies, accompanied by an indescribable and terrifying energy field, rapidly expanded and burst forth from the palm of Ronan's descending hand.

A gust of wind billowed her long robes, and strands of her gleaming white hair flew backward—"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance."

"[Ice Blade - Extreme Freeze. Peerless Weapon]!"

At this moment, all the gazes that were originally evenly distributed across the various Fighting Arena in the six spectator seats suddenly converged on this one.

Many people trembled slightly, and some even couldn't help but stand up.

While the battles on the other three arenas were still in the probing and clashing stage, who could have imagined that the duel on the fourth arena would immediately enter an unprecedentedly heated state?

The Rune Array, which was more decorative than practical, shattered almost instantly.

If you were to look down from above at this moment, you would be able to see it clearly—

On the fourth arena, a cold current as bright as the aurora borealis rushed out in all directions. A giant Pure White Ice Blade, seven or eight meters long, broke through the shadows and seemed to rise rapidly from an ancient frost seal. Countless terrifying, cold Keen Edge auras intertwined and directly cut the huge arena space into pieces. After a moment,

Ronan turned around calmly and exited the stage with composure, under the gaze of a figure kneeling on the ground, covered in frost, whose body trembled uncontrollably beneath his robes.

Compared to when he first appeared, there were many more eyes on Ronan now.

The fights in the other three arenas were not yet over when slight commotion and murmurs arose in the stands.

"The Arcane Circle..." "Ronan..." "The genius who once defeated Igor of the Sakiel's Family..."

Those people were talking about Ronan's name and his achievements in the Second Battlefield.

Ronan looked around to observe the performance of certain players on the field.

Jupiter of the Thunder Council remained calm, seated on his silver throne, still resembling a monarch, and did not cast any glances at him.

Ignatius stared at him coldly, a hint of contempt and disdain flashing in his magma-colored eyes.

Orian didn't even look at him; the guy only had Jupiter in his eyes.

Only Anglie.

Anglie sat in a magnificent black high-backed chair, smiling broadly, clapping lightly at him, and even giving him a thumbs up.

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Ronan felt a slight throbbing in the veins on his forehead, and a strange sense of unease welled up inside him.

Do I need your approval?

He was internally ranting and raving, but then, in a moment, he suddenly realized something.

Am I caring too much about Anglie?

Ever since his reunion with Anglie at White Stone Fortress, Ronan felt his emotions constantly being swayed by the Anglie.

Because when he was weak, Anglie had left a deep "impression of strength" in his mind.

He also received a "gift" from Anglie, which allowed him to cross the threshold of becoming First Level Wizard.

Therefore, he desperately wanted to prove the value of all his efforts by defeating his opponent head-on.

This is Ronan's "nightmare"! He has never deliberately avoided it.

But the current situation is that Ronan seems to be amplifying his own "nightmare".

"If this trend continues, my chances of winning against Anglie will continue to decrease."

"Perhaps this is what he wanted to see."

Ronan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his thoughts slowly raced through his mind.

"Everything I have endured and experienced is etched in my memory, turning into strength within my flesh and blood, and is under my control."

"I don't need to prove anything to anyone."

"Anglie just a landscape to me."

I have seen, I have longed for, I have approached, I have surpassed...

"There is no deep-seated hatred between us."

There's really no need to be so persistent.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to have figured something out, and some impurities on his soul were wiped away.

When he opened his eyes again, he was completely relaxed.

He faced Anglie and nodded in a friendly manner across the two Fighting Arena in response.

This caught Anglie completely off guard.

His expression froze in surprise, as if he had never expected Ronan to treat him this way. After a half-breath, he turned his face away with a deep look in his eyes.

"Ha"

Ronan shook his head with amusement, feeling an indescribable sense of joy.

"Is that the delicious fruit you've been mentioning?"

In the spectator seats of the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard faction, the alluring woman with cascading red hair withdrew her gaze from the Silver Magic Ring side and asked the languid man beside her with a strange expression.

"Indeed outstanding. At least no one in the same realm in the Black Nightmare Swamp can compare to him."

It's gone bad.

Anglie half-reclined in the chair, exuding an indescribable and intense evil aura.

He lazily looked at his fingernails, as if the color of his nails was more interesting to him than anyone else on the field.

"It slowly became less interesting... I still prefer his original innocent, pure, ignorant and fearless self."

The red-haired woman shook her head, seemingly speechless at his unpredictable and capricious behavior, but she was already used to it. She simply turned her face away and refused to look at him again.

Anglie, however, continued to mutter to himself.

"It's alright... it's just a minor appetizer, so it doesn't really matter if it tastes different or not."

"A sumptuous and delicious Feast, and even more interesting things... are yet to come, aren't they?"

Anglie raised his hand, looking at the six "Dawn Day" in the sky, and silently admired his fingernails with a smile on his lips.

It was as if we were admiring a unique and exquisite work of art.

Nobody saw it.

On his bloodless, pale fingernails, a tiny pattern was pulsating.

Those were six overlapping rings.

The top three are beautiful and complete.

The next three... are rotten and incomplete.

"Damien, you've become even stronger."

Clemens walked over and sat down next to Ronan, speaking to him in a low voice with a complicated tone.

He had witnessed Ronan's entire battle. His opponent, a late-stage level two Black Nightmare Swamp wizard, was not a renowned figure, but the fact that he was qualified to represent the Black Nightmare Swamp proved that he was definitely a top-ten combat genius in the Black Nightmare Swamp.

Clemens estimated that if he were to face his opponent, his chances of winning would be no more than 30%.

But even such a powerful figure was defeated by Ronan without even a single exchange.

The peerless Ice Blade that seemed to have broken free from an ancient frost barrier, the Extraordinary Magic Domain that had reached First Resonance level— Ronan's true trump card, the Seven-Colored Torrent Law Domain, and the even more powerful bloodline power—were all not revealed.

Ronan probably only needs one move to defeat him now.

How long has it been since his first encounter with Ronan?

Clemens felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. Only someone as close as him could truly understand the terrifying talent hidden beneath the calm exterior of this young man! "Have you told the Ring Master about the Ancient Wizard Revival Society?"

Ronan casually asked Clemens, but his eyes were focused on the field.

"As I said, the leader of the third Fourth Ring will inform the other factions, and an investigation should be launched after the competition."

Clemens thought for a moment and said, "I sent a message to Porby check some information. The records of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society in the Arcane Circle are that their last appearance in the south was more than 500 years ago, which caused some turmoil, but it was quickly quelled. I think we may be being a little too cautious."

Clemens looked up at the six "suns" under the starry sky and sighed, "Under the bright light of Dawn, things that can only hide in the shadows should have little chance to cause trouble."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more.

The matches on the arena continued, one after another.

Ronan used this opportunity to observe the powerful figures from the other factions, mainly the influential "leaders" like Orian Jupiter.

Needless to say, the Molten Crystal Lake is none other than Ignatius, whose body is imbued with the blood of the Ancient Fire Demon.

In the Black Nightmare Swamp, Anglie Leo; there is no one else more flamboyant than him.

On this side of the Crimson Tower is a Bloodline Series genius wizard named Rufus.

His skin was fair, with an unusual rosy and vibrant color. He was handsome, and his deep red hair was swept back, like flowing blood.

The pupils of the eyes were extremely small, and the whites of the eyes made up almost 90% of them, which looked quite eerie.

This person was extremely low-key. He had been sitting quietly in the spectator seats since the start of the competition and had never shown any unique or illustrious aura.

When it was his turn to make a move, he simply used a very common Bloodline Spell to end the match.

However, Ronan could clearly sense that Jupiter, the "monarch" of the Thunder Council, was focusing at least 50% of his attention on this young wizard named Rufus.

"The Crimson Tower is the only powerful force among the six major powers that can rival the Thunder Council. It is a level above the other four major powers. To be able to occupy the top position among such forces, and to be the Black Robe Blood Witch force known for its most brutal and fierce competition, this Rufus is definitely not a simple person."

Ronan squinted, and through the clamor of the crowd, he could almost see countless scarlet spiderweb-like veins behind the young man named Rufus, faintly forming a ferocious, terrifying, ancient, and evil pattern.

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A level 10 blacksmithing skill is enough to forge the sharpest sword in the world, and a level 8 swordsmanship skill is enough to sever the head of any knight. The stats on the panel represent more than just numbers; they represent hope.

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