Nine Magic Domain Superposition, Deep Freeze, Strange

Ronan hovered in mid-air, beneath his feet a vast arena formed by countless interconnected energy paths of runes. A cool night breeze brushed against his cheeks and gently caressed his robes. Ronan smelled the faint scent of lilacs wafting in the wind.

When the second round began, the four separate arenas were recombined into one, and only one match was held at a time, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

The four-in-one arena was exceptionally large. Ronan stood in an area that wasn't exactly on the edge, and was about two kilometers away from the wizards in the spectator seats belonging to the Crimson Tower directly opposite him.

The voices of the wizards watching the battle were far away from him, and the space of the arena area presented a unique emptiness and silence under the night.

The six "Dawn Day" overhead cast beams of light like spotlights, giving Ronan the feeling of being the protagonist on stage, surrounded by an audience waiting for his performance.

"Thud—"

Ronan suddenly felt a spotlight flash above his head.

He subconsciously looked up, squinting at the six "Dawn Day," but all he could feel was the same majesty, vastness, breadth, and silence as always, with nothing unusual happening.

The fluctuations he had just felt seemed to be just an illusion.

What are you looking at?

A calm voice came from directly in front.

Ronan looked away and turned towards the direction from which the sound came.

What came into view was a young man of medium build, with short gray-green hair, a baby face, and an appearance that suggested he was only in his early twenties.

The truth is quite the opposite.

"Damien Ando."

Information about his opponent flashed through Ronan's mind.

He is the number one genius of this generation in the Thorn Palace, and he was pretty much the same as the previous generation.

Because this young wizard named Damien is actually very close to the age of one hundred in his soul, he is probably thirty to forty years older than the average age of the wizards participating in this competition.

In some ways, he can be considered a "senior," but because he didn't actually live past one hundred years old, he is still considered a "genius."

The older one gets, the deeper one's accumulation in certain areas may become, such as knowledge, experience, methods, and proficiency in spells. These are all invisible strengths that cannot be seen from the surface level of one's mental power.

This is bound to be a tough opponent, and also the first Tier 3 opponent Ronan has ever encountered.

"I've heard that you possess powerful ancient bloodlines, even capable of suppressing the Ancient Fire Demon blood of the Sakiel's Family in the Molten Crystal Lake."

Damien, with his naturally baby-faced smile, grinned innocently, as if chatting with an old friend, and said to Ronan, "Hurry up and activate it, let me have a good look."

Ronan didn't respond, but calmly reached out and gently touched the blue diamond earring on his left earlobe.

A stream of blue light flew out from the earring, each stream representing a component of a magic item set.

Shoulder armor, wrist guards, breastplate, leg guards, and boots—a total of twelve magical artifacts—automatically donned Ronan's body, their runes intertwined, condensing into thick ice crystal armor, with Lightfall Cloak hanging down.

Once the entire [Winter Homeland] set of magical artifacts was fully donned, a stunningly beautiful ice crystal iris pattern appeared on Ronan's smooth, full forehead, appearing and disappearing subtly.

"Boom--"

A massive, icy aura emanated from Ronan, ruffling his long, snow-white hair. A frigid force field, tens of meters in diameter, suddenly formed around him, within which countless ice crystals and snowflakes automatically condensed and fell endlessly.

After advancing to the mid-stage of level two, thanks to his superior mental strength compared to his peers, as well as the powerful mental strength recovery effect of the [[Clarity Realm]], Ronan was finally able to wear the entire set.

The fully activated [Winter Homeland] magic item set brings an unprecedented tenfold increase in the power of ice magic! In this state, Ronan is even stronger than a typical late-stage level 2 wizard, and the gap between him and Damien has been greatly reduced.

Damien merely smiled at Ronan's actions, a puzzled look appearing on his fair, doll-like face.

"It seems you don't know much about Level 3."

After speaking, Damien stretched out his hands hidden under his green robe, and his ten fingers danced rapidly as if playing an invisible musical instrument. Each fingertip shook out a large amount of golden powder, which was then quickly blown away by an invisible wind.

Ronan smelled an incredibly strong scent of lilacs and realized that the scent he had smelled earlier was coming from Damien.

Ronan remained expressionless and pointed.

Countless icy frosts gathered at his fingertips, forming a huge vortex of ice and snow, which seemed to contain a large number of ice shards, tearing through the void.

Second-tier spell [Small Blizzard]! With the blessing of the [Winter Homeland] set, a huge vortex of ice and snow, more than ten times larger than before, left a long frozen trail in the air and flew rapidly toward Damien.

However, Damien simply touched his brow, and a bud-shaped rune lit up, followed by countless green dots appearing behind him, which instantly condensed into a huge, swaying, blooming flower.

The petals of the semi-illusory magical flower closed one by one, gently pressing the icy vortex released by Ronan against Damien's body. Then, with a slight tremor, the menacing icy vortex immediately shattered and exploded!

"Call--"

The swirling snow gently brushed against Ronan's face. Ronan squinted slightly, a faint glint of light flashing in his eyes.

When I watched Gatuso and Orian fight from below, I simply felt that they were stronger than the average level two, but I didn't really feel how much stronger they were.

Now that I'm in the opponent's position, I truly understand just how big the gap is between level two and level three.

Even with the powerful buff from [Winter Homeland], his mastery of the level of [Small Blizzard] couldn't cause any damage to Damien. Any third-tier Law Control from the opponent was an impenetrable wall of steel.

Ronan didn't probe any further, and directly pressed down with one hand, making a gesture of drawing a sword in mid-air.

In an instant, countless mysterious energies flowed out from between his outstretched fingers.

Beneath the enormous arena, a mysterious pattern resembling a six-pointed star of frost appeared, and a huge vortex was generated. Within the vortex, a massive Pure White Ice Blade, twenty meters long, rapidly rose.

Like a forbidden weapon broken from the ancient past, it carries an unparalleled sharpness that can freeze and cleave everything!

"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, [Ice Blade - [Absolute Freeze] Peerless Weapon]!"

Ronan's voice, amplified by the [Voice of Cold] spell, seemed to emanate from an ancient ice cave, carrying a chill that erodes the soul.

With the double boost from [Winter Homeland] and "Yarlis Ice Ring Necklace", his Ice Blade was more than ten times stronger than the last time he used it.

A terrifying, gigantic Ice Blade hovered in front of Ronan seemed to be holding the hilt of the Ice Blade and slowly making a slashing motion towards Damien.

"Call--"

A giant Ice Blade swept across the void, stirring up endless cold winds and leaving huge, clear, pitch-black gashes.

The wind blew Damien's robes, and his usually calm gaze seemed to flicker slightly at this moment, but still showed little reaction.

"[Thorn Rabbit Silk]!"

Damien opened his arms, and runes shone brightly in both palms.

In an instant, countless energy particles surged in the air. The golden powder he had scattered around earlier began to expand and grow, and in less than half a breath, they grew into huge, full, golden flowers with white petals, crowding almost every corner of the arena.

The scent of lilacs in the air was so strong it was almost enough to make one faint.

Those dense, mysterious white flowers, with golden stamens emerging from their pistils, shot into the sky like living things, and in an instant wrapped themselves around the giant, Pure White Ice Blade.

The icy aura surrounding the Ice Blade seemed to have no effect on these threads. Although the terrifying sharpness could cut them apart, more threads kept wrapping around them, endlessly.

In less than a breath's time, Ronan's giant Ice Blade came to a standstill, and the First Resonance magic domain seemed to be completely scattered by those seemingly weak but actually terrifying threads.

Damien walked leisurely towards Ronan step by step, seemingly unsurprised by the outcome. He casually raised one hand, and more filaments grew out, some of them heading towards Ronan, piercing the air with the speed of unparalleled sharp arrows.

"Swish swish——"

Ronan retreated rapidly under the attack of countless golden threads, changing his shape. One thread was so fast that it pierced Ronan's shoulder before he could dodge it.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly as he saw the spot where the filaments had pierced his ice crystal shoulder armor, leaving large cracks and even affecting the core runes, causing them to lose their luster.

"This is level three?"

"Just a single thread can damage the [Winter Homeland], which has never been breached in the second tier?"

Ronan's mind raced, he took a deep breath, and the next moment... "Boom!"

A massive ice ball, brimming with a Despair Aura, along with countless aurora-like deep blue pillars of light, suddenly erupted from his body.

"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, [Despair Ice Seal - Peerless Freeze Sphere]!"

"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, [Frost Ray - Frost Veins Prison!]"

Two massive auras of Dharma Domain burst forth from his body, forcefully pushing aside the golden threads that were about to approach him.

At this moment, the energy of the three Dharma domains around Ronan fluctuated, and each of them reached First Resonance.

A commotion arose from the surrounding stands.

The slight murmur reached its peak when Ronan raised his hand the next moment.

"[Multiple Mirror Lights]! Triple Replica!"

"Boom!"

The [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune flashed, and in the vast arena, the Pure White Ice Blade, which was originally wrapped by countless golden threads, suddenly broke free from the threads' restraints and split into three.

The other two spells that achieve First Resonance are also divided into three.

In an instant, three giant, Pure White Ice Blade, three frozen spheres filled with Despair Aura, and dense aurora veins surrounded Ronan.

Ronan stood in mid-air, his long hair dancing wildly, exuding unparalleled power and enjoying immense popularity.

At this moment, not only did Damien, as his opponent, change his expression slightly, but many people in the stands were also greatly shocked and stunned. Some even stood up from their seats in disbelief.

"That kid"

On the Silver Magic Ring, both Caloni and Aqi Duo were stunned by what they saw.

"Three Extraordinary Magic Domain powers that have reached First Resonance level?"

Is this the effect of a talisman? Isn't it a bit too overpowered?

For a level two wizard to comprehend One Segment Magic Domain Resonance is quite impressive, but in this arena that gathers the top geniuses of the six major forces, there are quite a few people who can do this.

It would be absurd to comprehend three different techniques in one go and reach the level of One Segment Magic Domain Resonance.

"As far as I know, he also possesses another Extraordinary Magic Domain power that is close to the second-stage resonance."

Caloni spoke in a low voice, and Aqi Duo, standing beside him, shook his head and muttered, "Monster."

While the people below were still shocked by Ronan's seemingly endless attempts to comprehend the First Resonance Domain, Damien had been momentarily stunned, had already recovered from his daze on the arena.

"Quantity can't make up for a lack of quality. If you were to reach the second stage now, you might be able to put up a fight against me..."

Damien narrowed his eyes, and runes lit up on his hands and cheeks.

"[[Bloodthirst]], [[Madness]], [[Parasitism]]...[Nature's Protection]!"

He raised his hands, and a hazy golden light emanated from between his arms. Extraordinary Magic Domain, which First Resonance with his own, emanated from his body.

On the arena, the golden threads that had been temporarily forced back by the cold and the aura of the Dharma Domain rapidly expanded and turned red, each one now imbued with a strong aura of the Dharma Domain.

Having received several runes and the blessing of First Resonance magic domain, the flower threads seemed to transform into "[Bloodthirst] pythons," each one becoming extremely terrifying, easily tearing through the air and unleashing terrifying energy torrents.

Countless dense threads shot towards Ronan, shattering the spells surrounding him in a single exchange.

Ronan's expression did not change; instead, he reached out and made a grasping motion.

"Twenty-seven Spell Anchor, Nine Magic Domain Superposition, Tundra Domain."

"[Deep Cold... Freeze]!"

In an instant, all the spells around him, whether natural summoning or Mirrorlight, exploded simultaneously.

Transforming into the purest icy energy, it constructed an unprecedentedly terrifying domain force field, which then rapidly expanded and spread outwards. At that moment, the entire arena and the surrounding spectator area instantly transitioned from late autumn to the dead of winter.

An indescribable, terrifying chill spread from Ronan's body in all directions, freezing countless [Bloodthirst] flower threads that were poised to attack in mid-air.

It was as if everything had been frozen in time.

Void, light, distance, time. Around Ronan, a nearly two-kilometer radius of space suddenly solidified into an independent block of ice crystal amber, within which everything was frozen in place.

"Clang—"

A clear, metallic clang rang out from within the amber. A silver-white metal spear appeared in Ronan's hand, and with a push of his fingers, it pierced through layers of frost, shooting towards Damien, who stood motionless directly in front of him.

"Snap—"

Ronan heard the sound of the cold air cracking, and a powerful aura belonging to Third Level Wizard was stirring within the icy chill.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately chased after the spear at breakneck speed.

He gripped the gun tightly, channeling terrifying physical strength into it, preparing to deliver a thunderous blow to Damien, who was about to break free.

But unexpectedly, "Boom!"

Damien, enveloped in radiant light, broke through the ice, but his figure rapidly retreated towards the area below the arena.

Damien looked at Ronan from afar, a strange and inexplicable expression on his deceptively doll-like face, while he uttered sounds that were deliberately feigned "shock and resentment."

"I concede."

"Um?!"

Ronan's figure stopped silently, standing on countless crisscrossing frost veins, holding a gun in one hand, his long hair flying.

Beneath his seemingly calm face, a turbulent mix of surprise and doubt surged within him.

Damien still had energy left. Why would he deliberately lose to himself?!