Dorian's a decent guy. I could barely tell he was acting.

Snowflakes fell from the Azure Sky Light, each with twelve facets, exquisitely beautiful like a masterpiece of art.

In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire space.

A chilling aura descended in wisps, covering Dorian's aura in the arena and gradually Stasis, like a rusty, frozen machine that was difficult to operate.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Ronan, like a light sprite, retreated gently, dodging Dorian's oppressive aura.

"Boom—"

Dorian landed heavily on the ground, his enormous toad body causing the surrounding frost-covered land to shatter.

Ronan soared upwards through the icy dust, merging with the falling snowflakes.

Unbeknownst to them, almost all of those first-tier Ice Magic had entered the realm of Level Three Magic Domain Resonance.

In addition to the three fourth-tier Ice Magic he comprehended after reaching level four, Ronan's Frozen Earth Domain, now enhanced by layers of icy power, has become so terrifying that even a Level Five Wizard is affected by it.

"Splash—"

Dorian shook himself off the ice shards, raised his head, and opened his mouth towards Ronan.

A long, deep purple tongue shot out from its wide mouth like lightning, accompanied by thick beams of deep purple energy that instantly tore through the snow curtain above its head and shot straight toward Ronan.

Ronan glanced back calmly, his right arm swinging out naturally and casually, revealing a long, silver, shimmering mirror-like surface beside him.

The deep purple beams of light that had surrounded him disappeared into it, and at the same time, the same mirror appeared behind Dorian.

[Space Mirror Art]! "Rumble—"

The dense beams of energy, skillfully manipulated by spatial forces, were sent back and struck Dorian's toad back hard.

He let out a low growl of surprise and anger, landed on all fours, and unleashed an immense force that traveled along the ground, causing the cracks to spread. Dorian used the force of this recoil to leap into the air.

It opened its mouth wide as if it wanted to swallow Ronan whole.

"Click-clack-clack—"

The Space Magic mirror, having withstood a wave of level-five spell attacks from Dorian, exploded with a deafening roar.

Behind countless shattered mirror fragments, Ronan's figure was revealed, surrounded by countless crystalline snowflakes.

At this moment, Ronan resembled a king of the Snow Country, his long hair flowing, exuding nobility, indifference, coldness, and elegance.

He stood high above, his hands clasped together, and a massive Spiritual Force Field, emanated from his body, resembling an icy celestial body that circulated around him.

A surge of magical energy emanated from his body, merging with each other, while forbidden lightning fell from the sky, intensifying the chill in the air.

"Level four? Where does a level four person get such strong mental pressure? And Forbidden Law Domain?"

Dorian was stunned by the relentless pressure of the layers of icy cold pressing down on him.

Before he could even feel the shock, the next second, an ancient ice lake fell from above.

Above the frozen lake, the grotesque and malevolent phantoms of giant serpents, exuding the majesty of Ancient Frost overlords, quietly appeared.

Stared at by those cold, indifferent vertical eyes, Dorian felt a sudden tightness in his scalp, a sense of immense fear as if he were being targeted by Natural Enemy.

"Python Devouring Frog. That couldn't be more fitting."

In the sky, Ronan looked down at Dorian and said something softly. Then, he suddenly clenched his right hand and pointed it at Dorian below.

In an instant, the six giant snakes let out a silent roar and lunged at Dorian, who was in the very center!

Dorian's eyes widened as his massive toad-like magical body froze inch by inch, his Elemental Spirit True Body crumbled, and an expression of extreme shock and disbelief quickly appeared on his ugly face.

"No!"

"Boom! Bang—"

One after another, the orbs of light shattered.

The wizards of the fourth round finished their duels and emerged from the sphere of light one after another.

Soon, only one ball of light remained on the field, still quiet and motionless.

"It seems Dorian is having a lot of fun and doesn't want to leave yet."

Inside the Crystal Room, Hathaway, who had taken the main seat where Madam Mel had originally sat, was casually applying new, vibrant nail polish.

A beautiful thrush landed on the armrest of her seat to her left, chattering on and on. "Hathaway, you really shouldn't have done this. You have no idea how much risk I took for you."

I'm telling you, it's you.

"Shut up, Laun! Do you think I'd believe your nonsense? God knows how many people you're in contact with behind the scenes."

Hathaway scolded him, and the thrush obediently shut its beak.

Hathaway admired her newly painted nails for a while, and when she looked up and her gaze fell on the silent ball of light on the field, her mood immediately improved.

The longer it drags on, the more torment the annoying guy who dares to reject her time and time again will suffer.

She couldn't wait to see the miserable state that guy would look when he came out.

Just then, the only sphere of light on the field shattered, and two figures emerged from the light.

Hathaway's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but stand up from her seat and move closer, wanting to see the other person's current appearance more clearly.

Soon, a familiar young man appeared. He was still calm and handsome, and there was not a trace of the color or color that Hathaway wanted on him.

"Well"

Hathaway was stunned.

"Is that Dorian guy even doing his job properly?"

The young man cast a cold glance at her from afar, then turned and walked away.

Behind him, another figure appeared.

With his entire body no longer wrapped in bandages, Dorian's rotting, festering skin was revealed. The dense pustules on his disgusting and ugly face could not hide his distraught expression.

Ronan Damien wins!

As the announcement ended, a low murmur of surprise arose from the sidelines.

"Snap—"

Hathaway's freshly manicured nails broke off all ten of her fingers, leaving her momentarily stunned.

"Ronan Damien won? Impossible?! How could he have won? How could Dorian have lost to him?"

Impossible."

Hathaway murmured to herself, then suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed a thrush that was trying to sneak away from behind her.

"Tell me! What exactly happened!"

The thrush was startled, its eyes darting around nervously. "I... I don't know either!"

Don't push me!

Hathaway increased the pressure on her hands, gritting her teeth.

The thrush hurriedly protested, "I'll talk, I'll talk! It's... it's... it's Misha."

"Misha?!"

"Misha!"

On the crystal throne, Misha sat casually, a smile playing on his lips, like a triumphant king.

He listened to the faint murmurs of discussion around him, pointed to a figure in the center of the arena who was currently attracting everyone's attention, and chuckled as he spoke to the person next to him.

"Dorian is a good guy. He even took off the bandages he never took off. Did you notice his expression? Every bit of it was just right. I could hardly tell that he was acting."

Those around him readily agreed and echoed his sentiments.

Suddenly, someone couldn't help but speak up, "Misha, why do you have to let Damien win this match? He's only level four. If it weren't for that old Heliodore having a brain fart and giving him free passes all the way, he should have been eliminated long ago."

"Why?"

Misha stood up from the crystal throne, her expression calm, exuding an aura of self-assurance and complete control.

"Because he brought back the 'Crown of Deep Knowledge' for me!"

Misha raised her head and squinted at the magnificent Crystal Crown in the sky. "When I put on this crown..."

He deserves to stand beside me as the greatest contributor and share the glory of that moment with me. He has given me his heart and soul, how can I be stingy with him?

Regardless of this instance, he was the first to proactively propose signing a contract with me to demonstrate his loyalty. Which of you could do that?

Zorn and the others lowered their heads in "shame".

"Damien is your role model."

Misha's tone softened slightly; despite her young age, she had already mastered the methods of leadership.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow me, Misha, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. This is just the beginning."

Misha composed herself, sat back on her throne, and said calmly, "The next round is the final round. Ma Long and the other level five players will soon forfeit. Zorn, inform Damien and tell him to be prepared."

In the next match, I will personally commend him.

"Yes."

"Ronan Damien wins?"

Valentine stood there, somewhat dazed, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing and hearing.

Beside him, Heliodore, who had been looking gloomy and worried, was also stunned, his dry old face now showing a hint of bewilderment.

After a while, accompanied by a long, deep breath, Valentine slowly turned around.

His face was filled with an expression of extreme anger turning into a forced smile.

"Good, good, good! Heliodore, you've really got it!"

Valentine clapped his hands lightly and said, "I didn't expect you could even bribe Dorian. Amazing."

It seems you've secretly made a lot of progress over these past few centuries.

Although Heliodore was equally confused at this moment, he still snorted coldly, showing his contemptuous attitude.

"I admit defeat. What I promised you, I'll have Florence deliver it to you later."

Valentine sat back down in his seat, looked at Heliodore in front of him, and couldn't help but mock him, "Since you're so capable, why don't you just give him the position of the Son of the Deep Sea and let him win until the very end?"

"I'd even kneel down and lick your boots for you."

Heliodore didn't speak, but simply sat down silently to the side, his expression shifting, his brows slowly furrowing, as if he were pondering something.

"So it was Misha."

Ronan put away the message Zorn had sent him, and only then did he understand.

He wondered how Heliodore could "escort" him all the way to the fourth round, even bribing Level Five Wizard. It turned out that the person who Dorian voluntarily admit defeat was Misha.

That makes sense; Misha does indeed have that ability.

Misha's reason for doing this was also absurd. It was said that he wanted to be the one who would stand by his side in the end and share glory with him.

"What kind of immature person would have such a thought?"

Ronan shook his head, feeling rather speechless.

Before the astonishment and uproar caused by his victory over the level 5 Dorian with only a level 4 rating had subsided, a new commotion arose on the field.

The Level Five Wizard who had won the fourth round of the competition all took the initiative to give up, leaving only him and Misha in the fifth round.

It goes without saying that it was Misha's doing again.

This so-called Son of the Deep Sea Selection has left Ronan utterly disappointed.

The Spirit Lake Ring arrived as expected, bringing a slightly warm sensation.

Ronan took a deep breath and leaped onto the field.

"This farce should come to an end."