Juventus, You Will Regret This Decision Today

Ronan originally had six opponents, but now there are only three left who are qualified to stand in front of him.

The other three wizards, including Garcia, had all "retreated" outside the Space Sealing Magic Array.

It's a pity he couldn't kill anyone more, but to be able to severely injure three people and survive the combined attack of six Level Six Wizard is quite an achievement.

If the outcome of this battle were to be reported, who knows what kind of sensation it would cause in the Wizard World of the Upper Ring Continent.

Of course, behind this glorious victory, Ronan paid a price: his left eye was pierced by magic, leaving only a charred and blurry empty eye socket.

Several long, lacerated wounds appeared on his neck and chest, and almost all the flesh above the wrist of one arm was shaved off, exposing the white bone completely to the air.

And his entire back was covered with dense, pitted, festering wounds, ripped open and corroded by magic.

Tragic.

Even worse than these gruesome wounds were the enormous depletion of the Vitality Orb within Ronan's body.

As the battle has progressed, he has even been unable to spare more life energy to heal his physical wounds.

The Vitality Orb within his body had shrunk to almost the size of a thumb. Once it was exhausted, Ronan would immediately exit the state of the Ancient Mara Body and completely fall from his current powerful state, which was comparable to that of Level Six Wizard.

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled softly, and the long, narrow lacerations on his chest rippled slightly with his breath.

He took out several bottles of healing potions from his Space Ring and slowly drank them.

Due to Lindis's strange magic, the Healing Holy Shrine's power had lost its effect on him, whether temporarily or permanently, and he could only barely replenish his depleted life force.

The dense Dead Sea illusion beneath his feet had shrunk to a size of a dozen meters, Aspiration Tendrils surrounding him had dwindled to only a few dozen strands.

In fact, Ronan did not come away empty-handed.

The intense, life-or-death battle deepened his understanding of the fusion of the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline and the Power of the Dead Sea, as evidenced by the devastating punch that had just crushed Garcia.

His Grandmaster -level proficiency with [[Instinctive Grip]] should have increased significantly, but he didn't have time to check it carefully.

After taking several bottles of medication, Ronan felt that his condition seemed to have improved slightly.

He gently stretched out his demonic body, the Dead Sea beneath his feet rippled slightly, and the few dozen remaining Aspiration Tendrils swayed and moved, his force field pulsating, and the surrounding void constantly distorted, as if a huge and invisible terror was silently swirling and swimming around him.

He squinted at the three remaining opponents before him, his gaze mostly fixed on the gray-braided woman among them.

In the previous battles, the gray-braided woman had always been the one who posed the greatest threat to him.

More than half of the wounds on his body were inflicted by the other party.

Of course, the latter paid a heavy price as well. She had completely sacrificed her entire Elemental Spirit Avatar, and her originally slightly brown skin had turned snow-white. One could clearly feel a significant decline in her aura.

"Again."

Ronan stared at the gray-braided woman, spoke calmly in a low voice, and exuded an overwhelming aura around him.

His action caused the other two Level Six Wizards of the [Resurrection Society] to immediately shift their positions and subconsciously retreat slowly.

The gray-braided woman, however, showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she sneered and raised the short dagger in her hand again.

Ronan ignored her movements and walked towards the gray-braided woman step by step with an expressionless face, his pace quickening.

The latter stared intently at him, coldly placing the dagger lightly on her collarbone.

The dagger pierced the skin, and a drop of bright red blood seeped out, then quickly rose and flew towards the Platinum Balance above his head.

The Platinum Balance began to tilt slowly, and an unprecedentedly terrifying aura emanated from one end of the scales.

Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly as he moved closer to the gray-braided woman like a shadow.

The latter's expression gradually became frenzied, and he held a short dagger, slashing a long wound between his neck and collarbone.

"Boom--"

A blinding light struck from the side, carrying the magical fluctuations unique to Level Six Wizard.

Without turning his head, Ronan threw a punch in the direction where the magical light was emanating.

A concentrated and immense power emanated from his body, and the illusory image of the decaying whale skeleton vanished in a flash.

"Bang!"

The light exploded, and the scattered magical turbulence swept wildly, most of which was blocked by the force field around him, with a small portion landing on him.

With his blood-red hair flying everywhere, Ronan remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the gray-braided woman like a nail, his path forward unwavering.

Just as they were about to arrive, Moriel's voice suddenly pierced their ears.

"Damien, help me!"

"Buzz—"

Ronan stopped abruptly, and a moment later, he vanished completely.

"Die!"

Beneath the Platinum Balance, the woman's gray braids suddenly broke free and became disheveled, rising high like rotten, white seaweed.

She acted as if she were going mad, and the dagger she had been holding tightly against her neck was quickly slashed towards her heart.

The Platinum Balance above his head tilted to an unprecedented degree, and an unprecedentedly rich and powerful platinum light condensed on one side of the scales.

Just as the dagger was about to completely pierce her chest, suddenly, a figure in a gray robe appeared silently in front of the woman.

There's no need for that.

A hand emerged from beneath the gray robe, firmly pressing down on the woman's hand holding the dagger. The man looked at her and shook his head.

"Cersei."

The woman stopped moving.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her, the stubbornness and madness in her eyes gradually fading away like the tide.

Finally, she released the dagger that had been aimed at her heart, lowered her arm, and the fierceness in her eyes was quickly replaced by a touch of feminine gentleness.

"I'll listen to you."

The woman responded softly, then turned around and began to carefully comb her disheveled hair.

"Bang!"

Ronan unleashed a punch from afar, the accumulated power of "Primordial Whale Fall" piercing through the void and instantly landing on a certain figure in his field of vision.

The latter vanished into smoke without uttering a sound.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly returned to Moriel's side.

Moriel stared at him intently, her gaze fixed on the socket of his missing left eye. Her lips trembled, and she raised her hand as if to touch it, but dared not.

Moriel had been standing here during Ronan's previous battle.

She behaved unusually "well-behaved." Ronan didn't know what she was thinking, but he paid at least a third of his attention to Moriel, even in the most dangerous battles.

"You just now"

Ronan looked at Moriel in front of him, just about to ask a question.

Suddenly, a twisted black shadow appeared rapidly behind Moriel.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, a powerful force field emanating from his body, and with a clang of his fingers, he reached past Moriel and grabbed straight at the dark figure.

Almost the instant he made his move, a chilling, bone-deep coldness suddenly emanated from Ronan's chest.

Ronan suddenly looked down and saw that a small patch of air below Moriel's earlobe, which was right in front of him, had been distorted at some point, and a thick tentacle with a faint silvery light quickly emerged from it.

The tips of the tentacles were so sharp that Ronan had no time to react and could only barely move his body upwards.

"Bang!"

The silver tentacles then pierced through his entire body.

"Cough--"

Ronan coughed up blood and staggered backward, his outstretched hand immediately turning to grab at the tentacles in front of him.

The silver tentacle that had pierced through his body was incredibly slippery; when Ronan's five fingers touched its surface, his fingertips drew out a long string of striking silver sparks.

He watched helplessly as the tentacles retracted from their original positions.

As the last glimmer of silver disappeared from sight, Ronan suddenly realized that it wasn't a tentacle at all, but...

A tail covered in scales!

This sudden turn of events left Moriel completely stunned.

She stood there blankly for a few seconds, then frantically slapped her shoulders and hair... as if some terrible and disgusting insect was hiding there.

Moriel screamed hysterically, then rushed forward to support Ronan.

With his last remaining life force depleted, Ronan withdrew from the state of the Ancient Mara Body.

He was panting heavily. The wounds that had once been on his demonic body were now reflected on his normal body, making them even more glaring. Among them, the huge penetrating wound that covered almost half of his chest was particularly horrifying, and blood was seeping out of it steadily.

Ronan leaned against Moriel and could feel Moriel trembling violently.

Her lips were pale, Ronan had never seen her so frightened. Her eyes were filled with a bewilderment, like those of a helpless little animal.

"I don't blame you, I really don't blame you."

Ronan leaned close to her ear and comforted her.

Tears welled up in Moriel's eyes. She bit her lower lip hard and frantically pulled out various potion bottles from her Space Ring, recklessly spraying them onto Ronan's wounds.

Ronan let her do as she pleased, raised his head, and stared in a direction in front of him.

A figure emerged from the distorted shadow that had previously captured most of his attention.

The other person suddenly ripped off his black robe and grinned happily at Ronan.

"Gorini".

Ronan let out a soft breath and slowly read out the other person's identity.

The latter smiled and nodded, greeting Ronan familiarly like an old friend, "Yes, it's me."

The bald, red-eyed Gorini still bore a resemblance to the former Evaqu. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he uttered the voice that belonged to Moriel.

"Damien, Damien... save me..."

The voice was so similar to Moriel's, even the mental fluctuations accompanying the voice were exactly the same.

Moriel, who was applying medicine to Ronan, stopped what she was doing, her face streaked with tears, her teeth clenched, and she was trembling with anger.

"Damien, please... don't give up on me..."

Suddenly, Gorini's voice changed to Evaqu's, and his expression became sorrowful and pleading.

Just like the time Ronan encountered him outside the Spirit Lake.

Ronan watched his performance quietly until Gorini completely lost interest in such teasing, his expression gradually faded, and his eyes returned to indifference.

"You're such a boring person."

He said something to Ronan in a shrill voice.

After saying that, he swayed slightly and flew to the other side.

Ronan's gaze followed his figure and saw Gorini walk calmly into the group of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

It was somewhat unexpected for Ronan that Gorini would be associating with the members of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense.

At this moment, the remaining people on the field had all gathered together and slowly walked towards Ronan and his companion.

Lindis remained standing outside the Space Sealing Magic Array, but this time, he seemed to have handed over the reins to someone else.

It was the level 5 gray-robed man who had been traveling with him the whole time.

He stood quietly not far from Ronan, his silver eyes calmly watching him from beneath his grey robe.

Cersei, the grey-braided woman who had fought Ronan to the death, nestled against him like a little bird, her eyes filled with gentle, flowing light.

Juventus?

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he released Moriel and slowly straightened up.

The man in the gray robe didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently removed the hood from his head, revealing a handsome young face that looked like a god.

"It really was you."

Ronan seemed to have finally confirmed something; his eyes were complex as he spoke in a low voice, "I didn't expect that."

"It's me who didn't think of that."

Juventus spoke calmly, looking down at Ronan.

Ronan shook his head.

He turned away from Juventus and his gaze swept over Gorini, the gray-braided woman, the other Level Six Wizard, and Lindis and the others outside the magic circle.

In the end, the blame fell back on Juventus.

"How many of Helamus's Law Control Sets have you collected?"

Ronan suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

Juventus stared at him expressionlessly, while Ronan tilted his head slightly, the two locked eyes in silence.

A moment later, Juventus abruptly ripped off their gray robes.

On his tall and slender body, six magical artifacts shimmered with light were neatly worn on his shoulders, chest, neck, waist, feet, and hands.

The six magical artifacts were identical, all displaying a dreamlike brilliance like amethyst glass. Each artifact seemed to contain flowing nebulae. With the six artifacts on his body, Juventus, who was already outstanding, appeared even more noble, majestic, and incomparably handsome.

Ronan carefully examined every piece of magical equipment worn by Juventus.

Each piece is a masterpiece crafted by Helamus himself, carrying an enduring ancient charm and bearing the imprint of a legend.

"It's so beautiful..."

Ronan let out a soft sigh, then slowly withdrew his gaze from its rapt attention.

When his last remaining eye regained its clarity and calm, Ronan slowly took out an armlet from his personal storage space.

The moment the armband appeared, Juventus's usually calm eyes showed a clear change in expression.

Ronan looked longingly at the armband in his hand, then finally looked up at Juventus in front of him and spoke again.

"I'll trade you a piece of the Law Control set in exchange for the chance for both of us to leave here safely, is that alright?"

As soon as he spoke, the expressions of everyone on the field became subtle.

All eyes naturally turned to Juventus.

Ronan ignored the reactions of others, focusing solely on Juventus and awaiting their response.

"You have no right to negotiate with me."

After a moment of silence, Juventus's gaze swept lightly over the armband in Ronan's hand, and he said softly, "It was destined to belong to me."

"All right."

Ronan shook his head, his expression a mix of disappointment and something else.

After Juventus rejected his request for a trade, he did not put the armband away, but instead slowly put it on his right arm.

"You will definitely regret this decision today."

Ronan looked at Juventus with clear eyes and said calmly, "Because this is probably your closest chance to completely collect the Helamus Magic Controller Set."

After speaking, Ronan touched the tip of his right finger to his brow, and a strange fluctuation quietly emanated from it.

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