Wizard Bloodline

From the moment Ronan extracted the [Mirror Light] sigil from the All-Seeing Orb and the second-level mirror tool, he realized it was the most suitable soul sigil for him at this stage. Although the [Mirror Light] sigil didn't allow for a perfect replication of spells, it significantly enhanced his strength.

The doubling of spell anchors in his Despair Domain was an unexpected bonus, even to Ronan himself.

Initially, his aim was simply to amplify the power of his trump card, the [Energy Missile-Particle Torrent], to reinforce its standing as his go-to spell.

The six "Kisses of Mephetira" had elevated Ronan's spell comprehension to unprecedented levels, placing him firmly in the realm of geniuses.

With the added assistance of the All-Seeing Orb, Ronan made rapid progress in understanding [Particle Torrent] during three months of intense training.

He could feel himself nearing the threshold of "domain resonance" that Benigo often mentioned.

At times, it felt like he was brushing against the edges of that realm.

But something was always missing.

A bit more time and effort was needed.

The emergence of the [Mirror Light] sigil perfectly filled that gap.

Under its influence, the number of pure black energy particles summoned by [Particle Torrent] was effectively doubled.

This quantitative change led to a qualitative transformation, allowing Ronan to bypass the intermediate accumulation phase and smoothly enter the "domain resonance" stage.

When Benigo twice asked Ronan if he truly mastered "domain resonance," Ronan shook his head but didn't fully deny it.

His accumulation wasn't quite enough for genuine "domain resonance," but he had achieved this power in a different way... hence his ambiguous response.

In the state of "domain resonance," [Particle Torrent] transformed into the quietly flowing, mysterious Rainbow River. In Ronan's mind, the mental power that had grown to the size of a water ball after his advancement was instantly drained.

Since mastering [Void State], he hadn't experienced such a complete mental exhaustion in a long time.

Outwardly, he appeared fine, his complexion unchanged, though a slight, almost imperceptible fatigue lingered in his eyes. Yet, under the master-level proficiency of over 400 points in [Void State], this fatigue quickly vanished, and his restored mental power seemed slightly more viscous.

The Rainbow Energy Torrent appeared to swallow all sound and color from the world. The silent river flowed without a sound, and Lanny's dual-domain overlay's massive millstone was like butter before flowing lava, instantly consumed and dissolved at the moment of contact.

Lanny retreated in shock, but no matter how he fled, he couldn't outpace the flowing Rainbow River.

The rocks beneath him shattered into streams of mud, merging with the arm ring on his hand to form the earth shield that previously resisted Ronan's massive Despair Freeze Sphere.

Yet, in less than half a breath, the shield crumbled and disintegrated.

The gem rings on Lanny's ten fingers flashed in turn, pulling one artifact after another from his storage pouch, casting countless spells into the Rainbow River, yet failing to stir even a ripple.

Finally, Lanny was cornered, true despair filling his eyes.

As the torrent was about to completely engulf him, a light shadow descended from the sky, shielding him with a metallic silver barrier.

"Rumble—"

The Rainbow River flowed over, the silver barrier shaking incessantly in the peaceful torrent, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"Enough, boy!"

A hoarse, deep voice shattered the silent, murderous calm.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he gently raised his hand, directing the Rainbow River skyward, dissipating it into the void, as though returning to its legendary mysterious realm.

As the massive free energy particles forcibly claimed by Ronan returned to the world, numerous rune arrays around them relit, and everything gradually returned to normal.

Everyone saw Lanny standing far from Ronan, disheveled and with an ugly expression.

In front of him was the silver bat Biondini, wings spread, its metallic sheen dulled, its entire form tattered.

At the last moment, Biondini had shielded Lanny from all the domain and energy impacts, but even with Ronan withdrawing his attack, it wasn't unscathed.

"You'll cover the cost of repairing my body entirely! Now, get out of the way..."

Biondini flapped its wings unsteadily, barking at Lanny with irritation and dissatisfaction, clearly in a foul mood.

Lanny's expression shifted, ultimately responding with a low "Yes," before retreating to the sidelines, though his gaze occasionally drifted towards Ronan, unable to hide his shock and admiration.

The Rainbow River had vanished, yet its lingering shadow seemed to remain in the air.

The spectators stood rooted, their eyes fixed on Ronan's figure in the sky.

Ronan's continuous display of transcendent domain powers was already enough to shock them, but now he had exhibited a state of domain resonance.

A first-level wizard... understanding domain resonance!

Even Lanny, mid-second-level, was soundly defeated—was he truly a born spell prodigy?!

Countless wizards of the Seventh Ring felt a tugging at their hearts, unable to find the right words to describe their feelings.

After the battle with Lanny, Ronan noticed a subtle change in the atmosphere.

More spectators gathered.

Several figures, each exuding an aura nearly matching Lanny's strength, stood at the sidelines, half-hidden in the void, casting shocked and wary glances at him.

The third-level wizard, previously almost invisible at the edge of the duel square, appeared on the battlefield, his eyes open, gleaming like gems, as though viewing a rare and unique artwork.

And further away...

The towering silver tower seemed to emit profound mental waves, similar to those of the white-bearded third-level wizard.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, a breeze seemed to blow from a distant place.

Sensing something, Ronan looked in the direction of the wind.

He squinted, seeing a figure slowly emerge from the deepest of the ten meditation towers, swiftly approaching him.

"Clemens, the most gifted wizard of the contemporary Seventh Ring."

The silver bat flapped its wings, flying to Ronan's side, watching the approaching figure.

"In all my years serving the Seventh Ring, Clemens stands out as a top genius... He's held the number one spot for a long time, once as dazzling as you are now."

The silver bat turned to Ronan, speaking in a low, hoarse voice, tinged with laughter, "Looks like he's chosen to accept your challenge.

This is what you wanted; prepare yourself. Clemens isn't like the others in the tower."

Ronan listened to Biondini, his face showing little emotion.

He watched the figure descend, finally landing before him—

A tall, slender young man.

He wore a simple silver robe, his fingers bare of any artifact rings.

His features were ordinary, his eyes a pale blue, like lapis lazuli set in his face.

He appeared unremarkable, exuding no powerful mental fluctuations, yet his presence immediately stirred the crowd.

"Clemens! Clemens has left the tower?!"

"Didn't expect Ronan to challenge him too!"

"Benigo once lost to Clemens more than once, so many years ago... How strong is Clemens now?"

Ronan heard the murmurs around him, feeling a peculiar process.

After "Clemens" appeared, the eyes that had been fixed on him now shifted to the young man.

This person simply appeared, said nothing, yet effortlessly stole all the light from Ronan.

It was as if he was meant to be the natural focus, magnetically drawing all attention.

"Master Galbi."

The slender youth politely greeted the third-level wizard in mid-air and exchanged friendly words with the silver bat Biondini.

The third-level wizard's face showed its first change of expression since appearing, smiling and nodding at the youth, saying, "It seems you're not far from that realm."

"Still a long way."

The slender youth shook his head modestly.

After a few pleasantries, Clemens finally turned his gaze to Ronan.

"I received your challenge. Need time to prepare?"

Clemens's demeanor and tone were calm, and Ronan found no battle intent in his pale blue eyes.

To Clemens, Ronan's "challenge" seemed more like an "invitation."

He was interested, so he came.

Ronan's eyes flickered, thinking before nodding, "Please wait a moment."

Clemens gestured for him to proceed, standing quietly, occasionally chatting with Biondini.

Ronan closed his eyes, adjusting himself.

In his mindspace, the [Void State] light pulsed rhythmically, rapidly restoring his mental strength, smoothing the fatigue from his battles.

Clemens had no battle intent towards Ronan, and Ronan felt little towards Clemens.

After defeating Lanny, Ronan had nearly achieved all his goals in the duel selection trial.

He had reached his intended endpoint, with this remaining path as a bonus.

However.

The scenery on this extra path intrigued him—

A genuine spell duel, a chance to gauge the gap between himself and the Seventh Ring's top genius.

And, he could test his rarely attempted, still refining...

Ultimate trump card!

Time passed, and everyone waited in silence.

The spectators seemed to grow.

Besides the participating Ring wizards, some came from the silver tower.

The Seventh Ring's senior wizards, long focused on meditation and research, felt the impending duel between the Seventh Ring's two geniuses, putting aside their work to watch.

The atmosphere grew peaceful, the animosity and personal grudges faded, leaving a pure duel, eagerly anticipated by all.

Some of the light taken by Clemens returned to the handsome, white-haired youth adjusting himself.

Regardless of the outcome, Ronan Damien's name would be remembered, his owner taking residence in the tower, becoming a new legend.

Finally—

The youth opened his eyes.

"I'm ready."

Ronan looked at Clemens, speaking softly.

His state was peak, his battle intent reignited, his blue eyes calm as a serene autumn lake, only a few could see the brilliance beneath.

Clemens nodded with a smile, saying nothing, but clearly inviting Ronan to start.

He was like a refined noble, exuding indescribable elegance and composure.

"[Mirror Light]!

[Frost Spear], [Frost Howl]."

Ronan's expression remained calm, no hesitation or wasted words, activating the [Mirror Light] sigil, constructing his ice domain.

Ice spears, howling winds, translucent ice armor...

Each ice spell appeared in pairs, Ronan's hands forming a pair of crystalline, spinning blue ice spheres at his chest.

Twelve anchors, the "four-domain" Despair Domain finally established.

"[True Despair Domain]!"

Ronan's robe lifted, white hair danced, endless despairing cold released, deep cold veins spreading from his feet...

Like a rooted, dazzling ice flame flower, or an opening eye of infinite despair and cold.

"[Unmatched Freeze Sphere]!"

Ronan controlled the cold, a massive blue ice sphere forming before him.

Endless cold formed a white vortex, centered on the spinning blue sphere, domain's mysterious energy flowing.

"Go!"

Ronan, enshrouded in mysterious domain energy, pointed at Clemens.

The terrifying super ice sphere shot forth, the cold wind whipping Ronan's robe high.

Compared to his battles with Norno Pellin and Lanny, Ronan's release of the Despair Domain and Unmatched Freeze Sphere was more composed and fluid, their power clearly stronger.

Those noticing the subtle changes were shaken, outwardly calm, inwardly storm-tossed.

They seemed to find the source of Ronan's brilliance.

A prodigy advancing visibly with each battle...

His light was destined to shine across the Seventh Ring.

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