Wizard Bloodline

Amidst the dense and vast shadows, Ronan saw a somber figure slowly emerge.

A young man walked out of the darkness.

Stepping on air, he approached Ronan, step by step.

The crowd around the square stirred slightly, the Ring wizards buzzing with discussion.

"Travis"

"Travis"

"Travis"

"He wants the Demon Tungsten."

"He desperately wants one of the top ten spots."

"He won't make it."

Ronan heard the whispers, everyone mentioning the same name. Every magical screen projected Travis's image, and the duel "stage" was reserved for him in the best position.

This was a stage built specifically for Travis.

Everyone's focus was on Travis, observing the endpoint of his gaze, measuring the distance he aimed to travel, and speculating on his current ambition.

As for the first step he took, what he was about to tread on... no one paid attention.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he flew into the "stage" with a calm expression.

"It's that kid!"

In the audience, a bald man with a black mole on his nose shifted his gaze from the "much-anticipated" Travis. Upon seeing his opponent, he uttered in mild surprise.

"You know this first-level?"

Someone glanced over.

The bald man settled back into his metallic chair, sneering, "A kid with decent talent. I handled his entry test.

Too bad he chose to get involved with Benigo. He's digging his own grave, becoming someone else's stepping stone!"

"Oh."

The wizard who asked turned back, showing little reaction.

Even the name Benigo had long faded into the past, let alone a trivial figure related to him.

On the other side, another wizard named Bazel gently caressed the scar on his left cheek, eyes flickering with a mysterious light.

After this battle, Travis would get what he wanted, and so would he.

The resources exchanged for "information" would finally allow him to completely heal his old scar.

Ronan slightly lifted his head.

The duel "stage" had no ground beneath. Travis stood above him, with the rune array's light membrane overhead.

Black wisps emitted from Travis, and the powerful mental field of a second-level wizard enveloped the entire duel "stage."

'Stronger than those two.'

'Much stronger.'

Ronan silently compared Travis to the second-level green-eyed wizard and the balding middle-aged wizard he'd faced before.

The most significant trait of second-level wizards was "crystallized" mental power, with further enhanced soul sigils.

After reaching the second level, every slight improvement for a wizard became much more challenging, making the gaps between them increasingly apparent.

"Buzz—"

A strange humming sound arose.

Ronan looked up to see countless scale-like pieces of metal flying out from beneath Travis's robe. These metals emitted smoke-like black mist, swirling around Travis like a swarm before gathering behind him, forming bizarre and enormous wings.

A powerful energy wave emanated from Travis, merging with his second-level mental field, enveloping the gazes cast from all directions. It blended into a force unique to him, taking complete control of this space, making him seem like the sole ruler.

"Shadowstone alloy isn't purely metallic."

Travis extended his hand, observing his palm as the black metal pieces around him morphed into various shapes.

"Whether as a medium for metal spells or a conduit for dark spell energy, compared to Demon Tungsten, it's far inferior."

Travis spoke calmly, seemingly to himself rather than Ronan.

"Even the effect of the [Silverization] sigil isn't fully realized."

Silver runic lines glowed on Travis's pale neck.

He lifted his hand, releasing the metal pieces that swirled in his palm like letting a flock of doves fly.

Including those behind him, all the scale-like metals flew away from him.

In the air, these metal pieces were coated with a silver-white hue, quickly assembling into massive crescent-shaped scythes.

A vast amount of dark energy particles gathered, forming a thick black mist that spread.

A terrifying magical energy field dispersed, dozens of silver crescent scythes appearing and disappearing within the expanding black mist, like a ferocious, dangerous beast silently wielding its sharp claws in the shadows.

In just a few breaths, the entire duel "stage" was covered in shadows.

Travis stood atop the shadows, all the silver scythes hidden within the shadows aimed at Ronan's central position, silently exuding piercing sharpness.

He didn't rush to attack.

"If this spell were executed with Demon Tungsten... its power would be at least thirty percent greater."

Now, Travis was speaking to Ronan.

He gazed down at Ronan with indifference, stepping forward.

"Do you know..."

The shadows beneath Travis began to surge, energy fluctuating, and the crescent scythes vanished into the shadows, the danger in the air rapidly escalating.

Suddenly, his calm tone turned chilling, as if emotions suppressed for long exploded like icy torrents.

"I've waited too long for this moment!"

As his words fell, dozens of cold lights burst from the shadows covering the stage.

Dozens of crescent metal scythes, their momentum reaching a peak, sliced through the shadows, silently descending on Ronan's position, tearing dozens of long silver-white traces in the void.

"It's over."

Not only Travis, but many onlooking Ring wizards had the same thought.

Some began withdrawing their focus from the stage, calculating Travis's growth in power and considering their odds in future encounters.

But just as everyone thought it was settled, a vast, powerful mental force suddenly descended from above.

The third-level wizard overseeing the duel selection cast a faint glance at Travis's stage, his eyes flickering slightly. The giant silver bat at his side, as if receiving an order, opened its mouth to emit a massive white energy beam towards the stage. The rune array forming the stage rapidly thickened with the energy infusion.

Inside the rune array, Travis's expression changed abruptly.

He spread his hands, an overwhelming mental force surging from him.

But before he could react, the rapidly contracting shadows on the stage froze, and the boiling black mist solidified.

"Crack—"

The sound of something breaking.

The next second.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous explosion, the solidified shadow on the central stage shattered, a vast expanse of white and countless deep blues pouring out.

Terrifying cold swept against the stage's energy shield, stirring ripples.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, then saw, incredulously—

The large void stage, wrapped in the rune array's light membrane, had become a blue-white "ice sphere."

Countless frost and ice spears floated in every inch of the stage, dozens of silver crescent scythes frozen mid-air, covered in ice, like peculiar wall hangings.

At the heart of this extreme cold, a boy stood silently.

Ice and snow surrounded him, deep blue frigid currents spreading from his feet like glacial veins, webbing across the stage space.

Countless mysterious energies wove two transcendent domain fields around the boy, their aura spreading, gently lifting the hem of his robe, instantly penetrating the rune array's light membrane, sweeping across the duel square.

"Swish!"

"Swish swish!"

In that moment, countless high-ring wizards, who had been lounging in their metallic seats, sat bolt upright, exclaiming in shock and awe.

"Dual domain overlay?!"

"Dual domain overlay?"

Travis's arrogance and composure vanished.

He sucked in a breath, his eyes darkening, as a transcendent domain force woven from countless mysterious energies slowly emanated from him, contending with the ubiquitous cold.

Ronan paid no heed to Travis's actions, calmly speaking, "I understand your feelings, because I've waited a long time for this moment too."

With that, Ronan vanished, soaring like a graceful ice dragon.

His silver-gray robe rustled in the wind and snow as he appeared at the same height as Travis, Demon Tungsten flowing like water, forming twin swords in his grasp.

"Explode!"

Travis coldly uttered a terse syllable, and the dozens of frosted crescent scythes exploded, reverting to countless silver metal scales rapidly returning to him.

Travis began chanting a spell, his powerful mental field and domain force expanding, melting the ice and snow, the frigid stage gradually returning to his control.

As Travis chanted, Ronan moved.

He walked towards Travis, his dual ice transcendent domain force anchoring an evolved, higher form of the despair domain.

The [Despair Freeze] skill level had grown significantly, combined with the similarly advanced [Ice Veins]. The domain's despair and extreme cold intertwined, reaching unprecedented levels of chill.

As he advanced, even the air froze into fine particles.

The duel stage wasn't large. As Ronan pressed forward, his despair domain clashed violently with Travis's field.

The two forces battled, squeezing the void into distorted shapes.

Clearly, Ronan's dual domain overlay had the upper hand, compressing Travis's space, forcing a retreat.

"[Dark Veil, Shadow Reap]!"

As Travis's field narrowed, his spell cast completed, black runic lines flared on his pale cheek.

Suddenly, the scale-like metal around Travis coalesced into a massive crescent scythe, generating black mist that formed dense clouds.

Like a crescent moon peeking from clouds, its cold light spilled like water.

The silver crescent scythe emitted intense energy particle waves, slicing vast black ripples in the air, silently aimed at Ronan.

The deep, cold domain force surrounding Travis erupted fully.

In one stroke, it seamlessly cleaved Ronan's despair domain.

With mental strength exceeding Ronan's tenfold, plus the spell's innate power, Travis's attack was unstoppable even against Ronan's dual domain force.

The swirling snow and wind parted, ruffling Ronan's white bangs, yet he remained unfazed, his eyes steadier than icebergs.

Ronan leaned slightly, crossing his twin swords, advancing straight into the massive crescent scythe.

Just before collision, two surging indigo flames rose from his swords, enveloping him.

"Clang—"

A crisp metallic clash.

The descending crescent scythe trembled, its momentum to cut all halted abruptly, the enveloping black mist dissipating.

Ronan appeared behind the crescent scythe, his steps unhalted, Demon Tungsten swords blazing with dispelling flames, wrapping half his body.

Like cutting through paper, he effortlessly sliced through Travis's mental field and domain, advancing unimpeded, straight into the heart.

"A third transcendent domain force?!"

In the audience, a Ring wizard clenched their metallic seat's armrest, murmuring with gleaming eyes, "Effect: dispel."

Travis watched Ronan's expanding figure, his fingers adorned with rings, and black diamond earrings all glowed faintly.

A protective spell barrier formed, layer upon layer adding to him.

Yet under the indigo flame-wreathed silver sword tips, the barriers peeled away layer by layer.

Travis's pupils reflected the approaching indigo blaze, his expression twisted in a snarl.

His mind's crystalline mental core trembled violently.

Travis unleashed a silent roar, his second-level mental power fully released.

Pure mental force whipped up an invisible, terrifying storm, tsunami-like, as Travis shone with unparalleled brilliance!

It was the purest direct wizard method, a mental force confrontation and clash.

No wizard would choose this battle method, as even victory meant severe mental damage.

But Travis only wanted to win, to make his opponent hesitate, fear, retreat... to buy a moment to recall his crescent scythe!

Under the dazzling mental "brilliance," the boy's figure seemed to retreat.

Yet before Travis could relax.

In the next instant...

A slender hand suddenly reached out, tearing through Travis's dense mental field, grasping his throat tightly!

When a wizard is grasped by the neck...

No matter how noble their status, how powerful their strength... all elegance and dignity vanish.

Travis struggled, trying to pry the hand from his throat, in vain.

He attempted a spell, but a sharp, cold force locked his brow.

He tried to resist, but the hand pulled him close.

Travis faced a pair of clear, bright blue eyes, their owner aiming a silver mist sword tip at him, speaking calmly, "See, Travis, this is the Demon Tungsten you want."

"But given to you... can you grasp it?"

Travis's struggle stopped, and he stood frozen, his eyes quickly dimming.

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