You Win This Round

The murmurs and commotion did not fade like ripples from a stone tossed into a lake when Dago raised his hand the next moment.

Instead, like a drop of ice water falling into boiling oil, they exploded outright, reaching an unprecedented peak.

At the center of all attention, Dago looked like a passerby who had seen through the ways of the world, watching the bustling arena with cold detachment as though he was not competing, but performing some precise operation.

"[Multifaceted Prism] Imprint! Triple Replication!"

As Dago chanted in a low voice, the sharp crack of shattering glass seemed to echo through the air.

"Boom!"

The imprint of [Multifaceted Prism] flickered in the void. Its light was not dazzling, yet it carried a chilling cold that made hearts palpitate.

In the vast arena, the pure-white ice sword that had been tightly entangled by countless golden flower threads, as though trapped in a swamp, suddenly broke free of its restraints.

That moment of escape was not so much a physical extraction as a conceptual denial—it was no longer bound, and thus it was free.

Then, the enormous ice sword split into three.

It was not only the ice sword. The other two terrifying spells that had reached First-Level Arcane-Domain Resonance likewise followed this unreasonable rule and split into three.

In an instant, nine beams of destructive spell light filled the entire arena.

Three giant pure-white ice swords dozens of meters long hung overhead like swords of Damocles; three ice-sealed spheres filled with endless despair, seemingly capable of freezing souls, slowly revolved; and there were also what looked like genuine Ice-Core Cruise Missiles orbiting Dago, making him seem like the sovereign of winter.

Dago stood in midair, his long hair flying wildly amid the chaotic currents of magic power. His presence was