The Last Step

"[[Fearless Law]]!"

The white palace phantom trembled, and the Unicorn Horse flapped its wings and neighed.

A dense white light surged from Adam's body and his Magnificent Knight Armor, solidifying into a semi-ethereal circular shield. Finally, it collided solidly with Ronan's fist.

"Boom!"

Like a meteorite burning with white flames crashing down, it shattered most of the Battle Platform, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Ronan stood expressionlessly in the spot where Adam had stood, lightly touching his brow with his finger to suppress the turbulent fluctuations of consciousness in his mind.

The power of the "Spiritual Dawn" Spell Inheritance lies precisely in this.

Every spell carries a certain psychological impact and intimidation effect, and even someone as resolute as Ronan will inevitably be affected to some extent.

In that brief pause, a figure pushed aside the rubble and burst out from the dust below.

Adam looked rather disheveled at this moment. His handsome, marble-sculpted face was covered with a few specks of dust, and his meticulously combed blond hair looked rather messy.

The Winged Unicorn Horse beneath him swayed precariously, staring at Ronan in disbelief, one hand resting on a spot on his breastplate—where a very obvious dent and crack was visible.

"You"

Adam took a deep breath, looked at Ronan with a serious expression, and was about to speak.

"Snap—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ronan's figure had vanished from his sight, and the sound of lightning flashing past rang out again.

Adam's eyebrows twitched violently, and almost instantly he placed a hand on his heart.

Transparent ripples, like waves on water, spread from his heart.

At that moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down dozens of times. In Adam's vision, he saw an extremely blurry black shadow breaking through layers of ripples, rushing straight towards him from top to bottom.

His gaze instantly became resolute and determined, as if nothing in the world could shake his heart.

The dense runes on his lance lit up, a cluster of flames ignited at the tip, and beams of light descended from the void above his head, enveloping his figure. His terrifying power rapidly accumulated to its peak. Adam raised his lance with both hands, and the vast aura of his magic domain condensed, making it seem as if a magnificent and majestic temple stood on the lance.

The Winged Unicorn Horse beneath him silently raised its forelegs, and the man and horse, in the posture of a knight charging forward, transformed into a white comet, colliding fiercely with a black shadow that was rapidly approaching! "Boom!"

"Boom!"

From the platform space, loud sounds like meteorites colliding could be heard continuously.

Two domineering and unparalleled forces clashed continuously. The phantom of the white palace and the enormous, solidified shadow collided and fought each other. Onlookers could hardly catch a glimpse of the two sides fighting; they could only determine the location of the battle by the ripples and waves that repeatedly surged in the void.

A baby-like scream rang out in the arena. The [Unclean Mother] spell clone, with its many legs, eyes, and countless tentacles, began to writhe. A strange object appeared in Li Weiqi's hand, shaped like a live octopus covered in eyes, or a bunch of purple grapes just pulled from something, with viscous liquid dripping from it.

Li Weiqi's eyes were cold as he rapidly chanted strange and inexplicable spells.

The "purple grapes" in his hand shattered one after another amidst the chanting of incantations, splattering out disgusting, unidentified juice.

All the fluids were swallowed up by the Unclean Mother, who then spat out palm-sized purple triangles from her abdominal mouthparts. These triangles resembled mysterious symbols or evil curses, and upon appearing, they chased after one of the figures engaged in combat like a school of fish.

Of the group, only Serena did not join the battle; she simply watched quietly from the sidelines, as if the scene before her had nothing to do with her.

The fierce battle continued at such a rapid pace that the onlookers had almost no time to think or discuss.

Until a certain moment.

With a loud bang, Li Weiqi's chanting abruptly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, everyone on and off the field saw that in the void, the white palace phantom suddenly "collapsed," and a figure flew out like a cannonball, crashing straight into the energy [Protection] at the edge of the platform space, then being blocked by the light shield and slowly falling down.

It is Adam, who is kneeling on one knee, with one hand holding a gun and the other covering his chest!

Adam's armor was torn and ripped, his head was buried between his shoulders, his blond hair was disheveled, and he was coughing up large amounts of blood. Everyone who saw this was stunned.

However, before they could show any further expression, Li Weiqi's angry and furious shout rang out from the other side of the platform.

Looking up, Li Weiqi was being forced to retreat frantically by a figure.

The countless purple triangles in the void, like locusts, swarmed onto the figure under Li Weiqi's control, but they were unable to stop the latter's progress.

The void was compressed into layers of folds in front of this figure, who was like a human-shaped blade, constantly breaking through the multiple force fields in front of Li Weiqi.

Li Weiqi held the ancient black book in his hands, and his chanting was so rapid that it was impossible to discern any syllable.

Before him stood the magical clone of the [Unclean Mother], its sheep-like body teeming with countless large and small eyes that darted about wildly, and countless tentacles that danced madly in the void. The ominous aura grew increasingly intense. Suddenly, "Boom!"

The figure shrouded in countless purple triangular symbols suddenly vanished, and everything belonging to the [Unclean Mother] shattered as if from an illusion, with a thick cloud of black smoke rising.

The next second, a pale-faced Li Weiqi appeared in another location.

In less than half a breath, Li Weiqi's aura quickly weakened, his back hunched, and he seemed so weak that he couldn't even bear the weight of the thick Black Leather Book he was holding.

He raised his head and looked in a certain direction, his cold and resentful eyes flashing with unconcealed shock and horror.

"Click-click-click—"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound rang out in the room.

At the very center of the platform space, Ronan stretched out his body, and the black light of the runes belonging to the intermediate level of [Ancient Power] surged. The purple triangular symbols attached to the surface of his body kept falling off, and more were "forced" out from his body.

As the last wisp of purple peeled away, "Boom!"

An ancient, savage, and domineering aura emanated from Ronan, rising like smoke from a whirlwind.

Two enormous, mysterious orbs of light emerged from the fallen Adam and Li Weiqi, respectively, and entered Ronan's body.

In an instant, the phantom of the soul behind Ronan expanded again, and the enormous shadow continued to grow, rising rapidly like the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, it covered most of the platform in the sky.

In the shadows, the lurking phantom of Ancient Multi-Headed Snake seemed to awaken, its eight indistinguishable, ferocious heads slightly raised, their gaze falling upon the noble and holy crowned goddess, and below her, the indifferent Serena.

"Next"

Ronan felt his Soul Power surge again, rapidly washing away the traces of the curse power released by Li Weiqi.

Her long hair, a mix of dark blue and pearly white, fluttered slightly as she looked at Serena in the distance and said softly, "It's your turn."

At that moment, countless onlookers fell into a momentary silence.

It's hard to imagine that the battle, which was originally one-sided, could take such a dramatic turn in such a short period of time.

Every time they thought Ronan was going to fail, he would soon reveal a new trump card, as if he had so many trump cards that he could never run out.

When the "Helamus Bloodbath" had just begun, everyone predicted that Ronan would fall, but the outcome was repeatedly overturned. Now, he is truly only "one step away" from the final end of the battle.

"Two of the last three poles have been removed, leaving only Serena."

Even if Serena is stronger than Adam and Li Weiqi, all three are at the top of the Mist's power level, so their strength is probably limited.

Someone couldn't help but murmur, "Ronan might really be going to make it to the end."

"A prodigy at the mid-stage of level three, the true successor to Helamus, and an unprecedented achiever of the Bloodbath."

The thought of so many titles bestowed upon one person makes many people tremble slightly.

No one could have predicted this Ronan Damien's name rose like a comet, shining brightly, and he was about to truly transform into the sun! The key is that he has not yet truly reached the peak of Third Level Wizard, and there is still a lot of room for growth. After this battle, who knows how high he will grow in the future.

The Southern Wizard World may be about to witness a "legend," and they are all witnesses to the beginning of this "legend"! "Are these people dreaming?"

At the Life Royal Court's headquarters, the young wizard Donny listened to the faint discussions and expectations of the southern wizards about Ronan and couldn't help but let out a disdainful sneer.

"They actually compared their southern chickens and dogs to Princess Serena."

In this battle, could all the wizards they considered 'geniuses' combined compare to even a single finger of Princess Serena?

"It's not that exaggerated. There are indeed some strong young people in this year 'Donny South."

However, the backward and ignorant wizards of the South really should rethink their understanding of genius and the mist.

The Silver-Haired Witch beside her cast her gaze upon the noble, aloof, and unapproachable figure on the central platform in the distance, and spoke softly, "They have no idea what Her Princess Serena's purpose is in giving up her qualification for the Central Region competition and coming to the South to personally participate in this game. Her Highness possesses the ambition of a born ruler, and those who suppress, ostracize, and try every means to defeat her will regret it sooner or later."

The Life Royal Court wizards surrounding the Silver-Haired Witch turned solemn upon hearing these words, their eyes revealing an almost fanatical expression.

As Serena's followers, they are the group who know Serena's talent and strength best.

So far, Serena's displayed strength in the Southern Wizard World is merely the tip of the iceberg.

Soon, they will find out just how insurmountable the wall is about to be faced by the wizard on the stage named Ronan Damien.

Above them, Moriel, sitting on the Red Lotus Scepter, muttered with a slight frown, "... Given Serena's personality, she'll probably offer to recruit him after defeating that guy, right? Damn it, are the two people I hate the most going to end up together?"

Moriel seemed to have no doubt about the outcome of the upcoming battle.

Just as Serena's followers said—the southern wizards had no idea how big the gap was between a top-tier central wizard in terms of bloodline, identity, and lineage and their southern wizards.

So far, Serena hasn't even shown her usual "normal fighting form".

You really surprised me a lot.

Serena stood at roughly the same height as Ronan, and her expression and posture seemed not much different from when the two first met.

Ronan's journey, defeating one opponent after another and displaying various powerful and incredible methods, did not seem to have any effect on Serena.

"I admit I misjudged you a bit."

Serena gazed calmly at Ronan, a strange light flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Perhaps we can renegotiate the terms... You have already earned some of my respect."

Sensing Serena's almost approving and appreciative gaze, Ronan smiled and shook his head.

"But you haven't earned my respect yet."

He moved with a graceful posture, his long hair, a mix of dark blue and pearly white, danced behind him without wind, and his immense aura spread out, inching towards Serena inch by inch.

The brilliant band of light belonging to the "Helamus Law Adept Inheritance" reappeared around him, and at this moment, he was so close to actually grasping it.

Ronan began to walk toward Serena, layers of ancient frost emanating from his body.

The surge in Soul Power compensated for the previous depletion of his mental energy. With one percent of the Ancient Frost Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline and the fully activated [[Immaculate Body]], his abilities in both the magical and physical domains were displayed without reservation.

This is the moment when Ronan is truly at his peak.

One Ice Magic after another was summoned from his body, and Ronan's pace quickened.

Serena's image was reflected in Ronan's pure white eyes that shone with dark blue. The distance between the two rapidly shrank, and Ronan's figure gradually turned into a blurry shadow.

As the thick, cold frost trembled and rose like a vast ocean, sweeping fiercely towards Serena's figure, Ronan's voice also echoed softly in this area.

"Honestly, I'm really curious."

"You after shedding that glamorous and precious exterior."

"What exactly is left?"

Serena remained expressionless as she watched the rolling frost approach, and calmly said, "You can try."

After she finished speaking, she gently touched her smooth and full forehead with one finger.

On his forehead, the complex, profound, and exquisite golden rune mark suddenly shone brightly!