Different? Trash Isn't Worthy of a Seat!

Within the Consciousness Space, three Spiritual Power Crystal spun rapidly in a triangular shape, emitting a large amount of crystalline radiance that converged at the center of the triangle.

The fourth crystal slowly condensed, with mysterious and profound patterns continuously growing within it.

When the fourth crystal grew to a certain size, "buzz—"

The four Spiritual Power Crystal within the Consciousness Space trembled simultaneously, as if a mysterious force suddenly pushed them outwards.

"Click-click-click—"

The pitch-black, void of Consciousness Space rapidly expanded outwards, and the four Spiritual Power Crystal within the space surged, growing several times their original size. Their color also became increasingly crystalline and dazzling, resembling four top-grade gold diamonds. "Whoosh—"

In the dimly lit and quiet little room, an invisible hurricane suddenly arose, forming a huge vortex of airflow.

The simple furniture in the room rustled slightly in the breeze, making a creaking sound.

Within this strange phenomenon, Ronan, located in the very center of the room, quietly opened his eyes, and the golden light that flashed in his eyes illuminated the entire room.

Ronan slowly stood up, and at that moment he had become the light source of the entire room.

He seemed to be surrounded by some kind of halo, with a faint golden glow coating his body and robes, as if he were always bathed in bright sunlight.

"Is this the level of Third Level Wizard?"

Ronan murmured, looking down at his hands. The edges of his palms were glowing, making his ten fingers appear even whiter and longer.

In his mind, four light golden Spiritual Power Crystal floated silently.

Three of them were larger, while the fourth was several sizes smaller. Inside the fourth was a rune pattern that resembled a flame but was a cold white color.

This is his fourth Soul Rune— [Ice Flame].

It is a legacy from the Lanster Family and one of the core heritage runes of the "Ice Flame Iris".

Bring up the Character Panel. At this point, the information displayed after Ronan's strength column has changed to "Third Level Formal Wizard (1%)".

"The quality of my mental energy has improved, becoming about ten times stronger than when I was a late-stage Level Two Wizard."

Ronan sensed, "It's estimated... to be comparable to the mental strength of a typical mid-level third-tier wizard."

The benefits of the secondary purification of mental energy brought about by the [Basic Meditation Technique] are becoming increasingly apparent. In addition, Ronan's Soul Power has also increased significantly.

The benefit of increased Soul Power is improved control over spells.

The relationship between Soul Power, mental power, and magic is as follows: Soul Power is like a person's body, mental power is the strength that grows from this body, and magic is the weapon.

Generally speaking, body size and strength are directly proportional to physical strength; the greater the strength, the heavier the weapon one can wield.

Previously, Ronan's mental power had undergone a second purification, so his "strength" was greater than that of wizards of the same level. It was like a child with superhuman strength wielding a giant sword. Although he had enough strength, he was limited by his size and could not perform many subtle maneuvers.

Now that I have grown into an "adult" body, wielding the same weapon will naturally make me more adept at it.

Time is of the essence, and there is clearly no time to practice third-tier spells on short notice.

Ronan casually summoned a small ice ball in his palm, his eyes flashing slightly, and within his Consciousness Space, the [Ice Flame] rune flickered faintly.

In an instant, a cluster of blue-white mist silently rose from the ice ball in his palm. His five fingers slowly closed, and the mist gradually contracted until it completely transformed into an ice-blue flame.

The moment the flame took shape, all the heat in the small room seemed to converge on it, and the temperature inside dropped sharply. In the blink of an eye, a thin layer of white frost covered the four walls and the floor. "After being enhanced by [Ice Flame], the icy power of ice magic has undergone a qualitative change. The legend of the Ice Flame Iris Lanster Family truly begins from this step."

Ronan slowly extinguished the ice ball of flame in his hand, a strange realization arising in his heart.

He vividly recalled that in the dream of the Golden Country of the Mechanical Heart Schubert, the "Alchemist" had told him that the connection between elements was more wondrous and intimate than he had imagined.

"You are destined to walk a path that wields both ice and fire. The Golden Throne is surrounded by more than just frost."

Ronan murmured the words the "Alchemist" had once told him.

Although the effect of [Ice Flame] has nothing to do with the concept of "ice and fire coexisting", the frost condensed to a certain extreme does show some characteristics of fire.

Ronan felt as if he had grasped something, but it was like a reflection in a mirror, shattering at the slightest touch.

"The realm of coexistence of ice and fire is still too far away for me. Let's take it one step at a time."

Ronan shook his head and slowly stood up.

Upon advancing from Level 2 to Level 3, Ronan's mental and Soul Power both increased significantly. Coupled with the effect of [Ice Flame], Ronan's control and compression of frost power greatly improved.

This made it possible to realize an idea that had been lingering in his mind, but whether it was feasible or not could only be determined through practical testing.

Claire stood in front of the mushroom-shaped cabin, her lips pressed tightly together, a Communication Stone that kept flashing in her hand, her eyes fixed on a light barrier that was gradually shrinking in the distance.

"Whoosh—"

The light curtain, which was moving slowly, suddenly contracted and accelerated, rapidly approaching Claire at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Claire's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously looked towards the small house behind her.

"Call--"

Almost simultaneously, a strong wind swept in, and a dazzling golden light burst forth before my eyes.

Claire subconsciously narrowed her eyes and took two steps back.

When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find Ronan's figure standing in front of him.

Compared to a few days ago, Ronan's appearance hadn't changed much, but his aura had undergone a complete transformation.

His gaze grew increasingly profound and reserved, radiating a hint of coldness. Although both were at level three, Claire felt an invisible, suffocating pressure as soon as she got a little closer to Ronan.

This feeling shocked him, considering that he had been a Third Level Wizard for quite some time and was about to condense his sixth Spiritual Power Crystal.

In terms of combat strength, Claire knew he was no match for Ronan, but the fact that his actual mental strength was being suppressed was something he found hard to accept.

"Let's get out of here first."

Ronan, who had just emerged from the cabin, glanced at the rapidly shrinking light screen and beckoned to Claire.

Claire nodded, and the two of them left the area quickly before the light screen shrank.

"Thank you so much for these past few days."

Above the Fairy Ancient City, Ronan thanked Claire. During his seclusion, he had noticed wizards lingering nearby more than once, but Claire had always driven them away.

Without Claire's protection, his advancement would not have failed, but the process would undoubtedly have been much more difficult.

Claire simply shook her head at Ronan's thanks, then changed the subject to the competition they both cared about.

"There are now only seven vacant seats left."

"The Blue Mist Society isn't the only organization involved in this battle. Havide and his group have encountered considerable resistance in their joint efforts to secure a seat, and..."

Claire glanced at Ronan with a complicated expression and said, "Orian has gathered a group of people, attempting to fight against Andariel."

"Um?!"

Ronan was surprised and turned his gaze from examining the white pillars of light in the center of the Fairy Ancient City to Claire. At that moment, a rapid whooshing sound drew their attention.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw several figures flying toward them one after the other.

They were moving very fast. The pursuers were three Third Level Wizards, while the person they were chasing was unusually only emanating the aura of a level-two wizard.

Ronan glanced at the person he was being chased. With long hair, a handsome appearance, and a resolute gaze, it was none other than the young wizard named Fei Lie Jia Long who had once snatched other people's "tickets" to enter the Fairy Ancient City with him.

No one knew what the latter had done, but the three Third Level Wizard chasing him were filled with murderous intent and relentlessly pursued him, casting warning glances at Ronan and his companion from afar.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and half a breath later, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

He appeared almost instantly between Fei Lie Jia Long and the three Third Level Wizards who were chasing him.

A radiant light shone from his forehead, and a pale golden Spiritual Force Field emanated from his body, flowing down his right hand in Itai and quickly condensing into a silver-white spear.

Intense frost power gathered on the gun, transforming into a cold, icy blue flame, followed by a serene, emerald green flame rising up, and the energy of the magic domain rapidly circulated.

"Get out of my way!"

The leader of the three Third Level Wizards had an icy expression, and with a wave of his hand, a powerful magical domain emanated from his body.

But before his spell could be completed, Ronan's spear had already thrust out indifferently.

Spiritual power, frost flames, and Spell Breaking Flame intertwined on the spear, unleashing a fleeting, dazzling brilliance.

The spear, released from its grasp, moved like lightning, appearing abruptly before the Third Level Wizard in a few flashes and leaps. It easily tore through the opponent's Spiritual Force Field, Extraordinary Magic Domain.

"Bang!"

The spear pierced the wizard's chest, its momentum undiminished, falling like a meteor and finally pinning him firmly to the outer wall of an ancient building below!

At this moment, both the pursuers and the fleeing parties stopped moving.

Everyone on the field, including Claire, stared at Ronan with utter shock.

Ronan strode through the void, step by step, toward the Third Level Wizard whom he had pinned to the high wall with his spear.

He remained calm, and with a slight raise of his right hand, the Silver White Spear wreathed in flames on the high wall trembled. The Third Level Wizard, whose body had been pierced, opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but his body was rapidly becoming blurry and eventually disappeared.

Only a large, colorful ball of light remained, quickly merging into Ronan's body.

Ronan casually caught the Itai had been sent flying back, closed his eyes, and large plumes of Ash Smoke rose from his body, which was encased in metal armor, surrounding him like an ancient, broken, burning banner.

In the deathly silence, the two Third Level Wizards were chasing Fei Lie Jia Long retreated rapidly and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Fei Lie Jia Long's face was tense, and he looked dazed.

At this moment, he remembered the identity of the handsome young man who had come to his rescue.

When the Fairy Ancient City first opened, his opponent, like him, had tried to snatch a ticket to become a Level Third Level Wizard, thus gaining entry into the competition.

The two had very similar beginnings. The only difference was that at the beginning of the battle, Fei Lie Jia Long could occasionally defeat some Third Level Wizard who were not particularly strong through assassinations. However, as time went on, all Fei Lie Jia Long could do was hide and run away.

He had long since lost the right to increase his Soul Power through battle, and could only collect those wandering soul orbs little by little in a corner where no one paid attention to him.

However, when Ronan, whom he once thought was one of his own kind, met him again, he had already advanced to the third level and was so powerful that he could defeat Third Level Wizard of the same level as easily as killing chickens and dogs. Judging from the thick, cloud-like Ash Smoke surrounding him, the number of Third Level Wizard he had defeated was probably astonishing.

Fei Lie Jia Long opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But the other party didn't give him a chance to thank him. He just glanced at him casually, said "Let's go" to his companions, and then turned around and flew quickly towards the pillar of light, which was also the most intense and dangerous place in the ancient city at the moment.

Watching the other person's departing figure, the young wizard Fei Lie Jia Long's expression changed.

Finally, with a sigh, he took the initiative to face the rapidly shrinking light screen.

It was time for him to leave the stage; this was ultimately not his place.

Between four adjacent, unlit stone pillars, a ghastly green energy light completely enveloped the entire area.

Several enormous skulls, as big as small mountains, hovered and danced in the sky. From the empty eye sockets of each skull, a dazzling green beam of light shot out, sweeping outwards in all directions.

At the center of this overwhelming and terrifying power, a figure with long hair hanging down to his ankles like twisted seaweed stood.

Thick wisps of Ash Smoke swirled around it, forming a vast, imposing gray cloud. It was hard to imagine how many opponents it had defeated to gather such a cloud.

The massive gray clouds churned and rolled, and terrifying, grotesque shapes seemed to emerge from them.

"Call--"

A figure surrounded by heavy rings of fire and a large amount of gray clouds suddenly rushed towards a stone pillar, seemingly trying to take the opportunity to light it up.

But several giant skulls flew in rapidly, their green energy lasers crisscrossing and intersecting. The skull only lasted a few seconds before its ring of fire shattered, and it was struck by a green beam of light, coughing up blood and flying backward.

Its body blurred in mid-air and quickly disappeared, leaving only a large patch of mysterious light. It swiftly entered the body of the figure with seaweed-like hair. Immediately afterward, the gray clouds around the figure surged and expanded in size, reaching an astonishing level.

Around the figure with seaweed-like long hair, several powerful Third Level Wizard stood with grim expressions.

Several of them were surrounded by a considerable amount of gray smoke, enough to light up the stone pillars, but they were unable to get close to the pillars because of the shadows of the figures.

Moreover, although the gray clouds surrounding them were enormous, they were only about one-tenth the size of the seaweed-haired figure.

"Andariel, you've gone too far!"

A powerful Third Level Wizard coldly addressed the long-haired figure in the center of the battlefield, "No matter how strong you are, you can only occupy one seat at most. Why are you occupying four seats and refusing to give them up?"

"Oh"

Within the pale green energy field, billowing gray clouds parted, and a figure with overwhelming arrogance slowly emerged, surveying the entire scene with disdain.

"What right do you trash have to sit here? Rather than go up and be defeated, you'd better become Andariel resources now... When I reach the top, you will all be glorious!"

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