Chapter 210

The shattered Winter Mirror Snow Country was filled with terrifying spatial collapse forces surging like a tidal wave, emanating from every fallen shard, and the inky black marks shattered the vast platform space into pieces.

Ronan is probably the only intact thing in this "shattered" landscape.

He watched as Jupiter's body shattered into countless pieces, then quickly coalesced, before breaking apart again. The entire space was almost entirely filled with a pitch-black background. Ronan suddenly reached out and seemed to grasp something amidst the shattered, shimmering silver light.

When all the splendor faded, there was no trace of ice, snow, or lightning left on the platform. It was as calm as if nothing had ever happened. Only Ronan stood quietly in the center of the platform, raising one hand and tightly clasping his fingers around a slender figure that seemed rather thin compared to him.

"You"

Jupiter's face was grim, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He looked at Ronan in disbelief, then his gaze slowly moved down—an arm, muscular and crackling with pure white lightning, like the claw of a giant monster, was deeply embedded in his body.

Inside his body, a triangular prism that was constantly rotating and emitting a faint silver light was being tightly gripped by the five fingers of that hand.

A tremendous sense of tearing and pulling emanated from the depths of his soul, giving Jupiter waves of dizziness.

Jupiter suppressed his discomfort, his lips moving slightly as he tried to recite the spell again.

At that moment, a calm voice brought him to an abrupt halt.

"Jupiter is over."

After a brief silence, a tremendous buzzing sound suddenly erupted from the group of wizards watching the Battle Platform, which was surrounded by thirty-two stone pillars.

Like waves, it spreads outward in one wave after another.

This was the first climactic battle since the start of the ranked matches, with the fight reversing multiple times between the two extremes, and the final result was completely unexpected.

This includes top wizarding geniuses who occupy a stone pillar.

Countless gazes converged on the white-haired figure in the center of the arena, a demonic figure seemingly emerging from the pages of legend. Everyone was talking about the same name—"Ronan!" "Ronan Damien!" This name, for the first time, officially entered the field of vision of countless wizards throughout the south.

The residence of the Life Royal Court.

The Silver-Haired Witch, the young wizard Donny... several wizards from the Life Royal Court who had interacted with Ronan a few times stared blankly in the direction of the central battle group.

"It seems he really got a lot of good things from Princess Serena."

The Silver-Haired Witch broke the silence, speaking calmly, but her eyes revealed a slight unease.

Donny snorted and a cold smile appeared on his face. He was about to say something to cover up his inappropriate moment of distraction.

At that moment, an invisible force suddenly surged from the void above their heads. The young wizard Donny's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively tried to run away. However, under this force, he was ultimately pulled into the sky along with several other wizards from the Life Royal Court, all with a look of "despair".

"Damn it, damn it..."

After Donny and the others "took off," a series of muttered curses immediately came from above.

What was clearly a girl's voice, as pleasant as a silver bell, sounded like a nightmare to all the wizards of the Life Royal Court below, sending chills down their spines.

Everyone subconsciously touched their cheeks, and then cast sympathetic glances at Donny and the other unfortunate "bad boys".

No one knows what caused this "Witch lady" to become so upset and need to vent her anger. But thankfully, they weren't the targets of her anger, and their faces were almost completely covered in graffiti.

"Once Princess Serena obtains the inheritance and returns, all problems will be resolved."

The Silver-Haired Witch whispered words of comfort to Grace beside her.

Grace seemed not to hear her words, but quietly looked in the direction of the distant battle, her eyes fixed on a certain "glorious" figure.

The Silver-Haired Witch's eyes flickered slightly, then she quickly shook her head and said nothing more.

"Damien... won?"

Amid the bustling crowd, a group of wizards with Silver Magic Ring stood frozen in place, each with a stunned expression.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, the surrounding noise seemed far away from them. It was as if a huge bell was ringing repeatedly in each of their minds, making their brains buzz and almost unable to think.

It was difficult for outsiders to comprehend the immense shock and impact these Silver Magic Ring wizards were experiencing at that moment.

As a generation of young people living under the "rule" of Jupiter in the Thunder Council.

No one understood Jupiter's power better than they did.

Within the Six Great Wizards, Jupiter is like a sun hanging above the heads of all young wizards—scorching, dazzling, untouchable, and only to be looked up to.

There are too many legends about Jupiter to list, so many that they have become tiresome.

They had all grown accustomed to Jupiter's "rule," and even Orian, the former number one genius of the Silver Magic Ring, regarded Jupiter "someone he would spend his entire life striving to surpass."

But what did they see now? Ronan had actually defeated Jupiter in a head-on confrontation! At this moment, something seemed to be quietly shattering in their hearts, and from those broken remnants of the past, something new was rapidly being born.

This feeling is difficult for wizards who are not among the top six to truly understand; even they themselves experience a strong sense of unreality.

"Ronan Damien."

A moment later, all the young wizards with Silver Magic Ring heard Clemens's low murmur.

"Gentlemen... the future of the Silver Magic Ring may well be written by this name."

No one spoke; only a deep sense of complexity remained on everyone's faces.

Ronan released his grip, Jupiter, pale-faced, "fell" backward.

Ronan ultimately gave up on the idea of forcibly prying out the Dawn Rank artifact that he had already "grabbed".

Jupiter's soul and the magical artifacts were largely fused together; if he had done so, Jupiter likely have died on the spot.

Although death was a relatively common occurrence in the Wizards' Battle, Ronan still didn't want to do it. However, he explored the core of the Dawn Magical Item and memorized the runes within.

Looking up, Ronan saw Jupiter looking at him with an incredibly complex expression.

The humanoid phantom behind him, intertwined with electric and silver light, shattered rapidly, and a huge, mysterious ball of light surged out from its body before disappearing into its own.

In an instant, Ronan felt his Soul Power grow rapidly, and the fourth Spiritual Power Crystal in his mind grew to its maximum almost in the blink of an eye.

Within the Consciousness Space, specks of golden light converged, and the fifth Spiritual Power Crystal was rapidly condensing.

This is the rate at which mental strength grows.

"For true powerhouses, the Talent Competition is the best breeding ground for their growth."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

At this moment, the Ash Smoke around and behind him was also rapidly expanding, increasing by more than a third, and the huge gray cloud directly occupied a small part of the platform in the sky.

Countless layers of gray clouds surged and rolled, with wisps of smoke falling from them, their source being Ronan's body.

At least two-thirds of the mysterious substances that Ronan acquired along his journey, which could enhance his Soul Power, were "stored" within this gray cloud.

The Ash Smoke -like soul materialized by Helamus' unique methods is both a reflection of the strength of the participants vying for the seats and their "bet" in this battle of talent.

Only the ultimate "big winner" has the right to leave with the richest rewards and glory.

"Luo"

Jupiter stood awkwardly in the void, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say something to himself.

In the end, however, he simply vanished as a burst of lightning, his expression blank.

Ronan sensed that Jupiter's aura was gradually fading, probably because he had gone somewhere to quietly "heal himself."

For a top genius like him, who has walked a path adorned with flowers and praise, and adorned with countless halos, the "trauma" he suffered in this battle, both mentally and spiritually, is probably unparalleled. But this has nothing to do with Ronan.

Ronan walked calmly out of the platform.

He exited the state of "Complete Demonification," and the burly and Ancient Giant Demon gradually returned to its normal form. Itai crystal clothing was attached to his body inch by inch, but his long, bright white hair could not be transformed back. It was blown slightly by the wind, like a pure white cloak.

Outside the arena, his stone pillar began to rise, increasing in height to the same level as the previous winner.

At this moment, countless eyes were fixed on Ronan.

At the very beginning of the ranked match, that burning sensation in my soul returned once again.

Ronan squinted and looked up at the Sky Dome, where streaks of white light quickly wove into the shape of eyes on his forehead.

But even the Eye of Truth cannot detect what this force that can cause such agitation in the soul is.

The only thing Ronan was certain of was that this power originated from the ancient Rune Array deep underground beneath him. He could only marvel at the greatness of the legendary wizard Helamus; only a powerful wizard like Helamus, who had analyzed the soul to an unimaginable degree, could construct such a magical field.

Unfortunately, apart from feeling a slight heat in his soul, he had no other sensations.

He was still far from achieving the Soul Trait of Serena and the others, even though the amount of soul Ash Smoke manifested around him was almost the most on the field. "His soul aptitude was far too inferior."

Returning to the same old question, Ronan shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and instead focused his attention on the mysterious runes he had just received from Jupiter.

This rune seems to share some similarities with [Multiple Mirror Lights], but it is more complex and mysterious, and the final rune effect is completely different.

Based on Jupiter's ability to "mirrorize" his body, he temporarily named this rune "Mirror Flower Water Moon".

The Mirror system originates from space. Although it is a Mirror system rune, it can also be considered a type of Space system rune.

Ronan was very interested in this rune.

Is this ability to "mirrify the body" weak?

On the contrary, this method is incredibly powerful, and can almost completely negate the vast majority of elemental spell attacks.

But as he said to Jupiter, "It's a pity to have met him."

Ronan's mastery of the "power of spatial Stasis" happens to have a certain restraining effect on this "mirrorization" effect. If it were any other third-tier wizard, they probably wouldn't have been able to break Jupiter's spell at all.

If Ronan can master this ability, he will be able to "ignore" a large portion of magical attacks in battle, which will greatly improve his combat power, as well as his defense and survivability.

"Perhaps we still have to rely on the old methods."

Without the corresponding spatial and mirror-based Spell Inheritance, it can only be achieved through the means of Soul Rune.

This wasn't the first time Ronan had done something like this. He planned to modify the [[Space Silvering]] rune again, which was undoubtedly a huge project and couldn't be completed in a short time. He could only try it after the competition was over. "Hmm?!"

While pondering, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes and quickly looked in a certain direction.

His gaze wandered between the two stone pillars.

On a stone pillar, a handsome young man dressed in pure white knight's armor, with a strong and masculine air, is intently grooming the mane of the Winged Unicorn Horse beside him.

As Ronan gazed at the other, the young man glanced back at him indifferently. In the radiant light of dawn, a magnificent, sacred white palace seemed to float behind him. "It's not him."

Ronan expressionlessly shifted his gaze to another stone pillar—

He was an elegant young man, sitting cross-legged on a stone pillar, holding a wizarding book with a pure black cover, exuding a strong aura of mystery and ominousness.

Behind it, a strange shadow with countless tentacles was spreading outwards. "Chaos Secret Society, Li Weiqi..."

Ronan exhaled softly and slowly uttered the other person's name.

Ronan glanced at the other person, then quickly looked away and lowered his head again. He appeared calm, but there was a flickering light in his eyes that no one could see, and various thoughts were constantly growing in his mind.

After his match against Jupiter, Ronan's performance has solidified his position as the "dark horse" on the field.

Many people are paying attention to him, and various gazes fall on him, some with fear, some with surprise, and some with awe.

But apart from Andariel, who had his arm cut off and was filled with hatred for him, he was the second person to show such sharp and cold killing intent towards him.

"Chaos Secret Society. Li Weiqi."

Ronan silently murmured the name in his heart. He didn't know much about the three major wizarding forces in the south. The "Chaos Secret Society" was the most mysterious of the three, and it belonged to the Black Wizard Land.

"If it's Black Robe Wizard, it's normal for him to have inexplicable killing intent, right?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes, looking at the smooth back of his right hand, and slowly put away some of his guesses and thoughts.

"Perhaps."

The first round of ranking battles ended at sunset on the third day.

Half of the participants were eliminated, leaving only sixteen of the thirty-two lit stone pillars. The second round of ranking battles then officially began.

Before the battle began, almost all the geniuses who were once in the first tier, except for Jupiter, made it to the second round.

Ronan essentially took Jupiter's place. Havide, who was also a member of the Blue Mist Society, unfortunately encountered a strong opponent in the first round of ranking battles and was eliminated by a narrow margin.

The rules were no different from the first round of the competition. The mysterious mechanism left by Helamus still randomly selected participants for a one-on-one duel.

The quality of this round of competition was undoubtedly much higher.

Those who win in the first round of battle are almost all top-tier mid-level level 3 wizards, and the vast majority of them have the strength to challenge ordinary Late Third Level Wizard.

On the other hand, how could a wizard who has reached the late stage of level three be considered "ordinary" or "common"? Moreover, these geniuses, who are already exceptionally talented, also experience a significant increase in Soul Power after winning a round under Helamus's special mechanism.

Ronan wasn't the only one who grew rapidly in battle.

Ronan also took this opportunity to observe the spell systems of the top players on the field.

His main focus was on Serena.

This Princess from the Central Wizard Empire is shrouded in mystery to the wizards of the South.

The power of the Life Royal Court's Spell Inheritance is undeniable, enabling them to establish an empire in the central region.

In the first round of the competition, Serena didn't even have to make a move. She simply relied on her talent to make her opponent admit defeat and complete the manifestation of her Soul Trait.

The second round of the battle wasn't as outrageous, but Serena only cast one spell.

Under the resonance of the Level Three, the vast expanse of white energy instantly engulfed her opponent. Before everyone could fully recover from the shock, Serena had already returned to her seat. Her soul phantom, crowned and holding a bow and staff, shone even brighter. She was as calm as if she had never left her place.

"Isn't even the resonance of Level Three Magic Domain Resonance enough to be considered a trump card?"

Ronan gazed at Serena on the high platform, his heart trembling slightly.

Jupiter comprehended Level Three of the Magic Domain Resonance, as did Serena. Ultimately, there was a gap between him and these people in terms of cultivation time and age, which may also be related to the fact that he practiced too many and too varied spells.

Serena's spells, just like the name "Life Royal Court," were imbued with an extremely strong life force.

These vital energies almost entirely originated from Serena herself.

Because the Vitality Orb within Ronan's body was always in a semi-compressed state, it was extremely restrained. He mobilized this power through his physical body, so it was difficult for ordinary wizards to detect the extraordinary and dense life energy contained within Ronan.

However, Ronan was extremely perceptive of the concentration of life force in other people.

He could sense that if the life energy contained in the body of a normal Third Level Wizard was "1", then the life energy of the several Life Royal Court wizards he had seen before was between "5" and "10".

Ronan, who practiced Ascetic Body Forging, likely had a life energy level exceeding 50.

But Serena gave Ronan a feeling close to "100"! And that was before she had fully unleashed her power.

Ronan found it incredible.

Because he practiced the [Ascetic Body Forging], he knew just how difficult it was to generate such a vast amount of life energy through cultivation.

He suspected that Serena might possess a body-forging technique far more powerful than [Ascetic Body Forging].

Or perhaps, it's because she possesses a special bloodline power that can provide immense vitality.

Or perhaps it was due to some external factor—whatever the reason, Ronan was filled with curiosity about the secret of how Serena mastered such a vast amount of life energy.