Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 210 - 117: Clements. His radiance is destined to be scattered across the Seventh Rings_2

Chapter 210: Chapter 117: Clements. His radiance is destined to be scattered across the Seventh Rings_2

Level 1 Wizard... has achieved a Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance!

Even Lanni, at the Intermediate Level 2 Stage, suffered a crushing defeat... Could this truly be a natural-born Magic Monster?!

Countless Seventh Magic Ring Wizards twitch in their hearts, unable to find the right words to describe their feelings at this moment.

After his battle with Lanni, Ronan noticed a subtle change in the atmosphere of the arena.

More spectators had gathered.

Several figures, emitting an aura nearly as powerful as Lanni’s, had appeared at the edge of the arena, their forms half-hidden in the Void, sending looks of shock and wariness his way.

The Level 3 Wizard old man, who had been almost invisible at the edge of the Battle Square, had at some point made his way to this battlefield. His eyes, previously half-closed as if in slumber, now opened, shining like gems, looking at Ronan as if beholding a treasured and peculiar artifact.

And further afield.

Deep, obscure waves of spiritual power seemed to emanate from the towering Silver Tower. Ronan caught the traces of these spiritual power fluctuations... They carried the presence of Level 3 Wizards like that of the white-bearded elderly.

"Whoosh——"

Suddenly, it seemed as if a breeze blew from a distant place.

Ronan felt something and looked up in the direction from which the wind was coming.

Narrowing his eyes, he saw a figure slowly emerge from the deepest part of the ten Meditation Towers, rapidly approaching him.

"Clements, the most talented of the contemporary Seventh Magic Ring Wizards..."

The silver giant bat, flapping its wings, flew to his side, joining him in watching the advancing figure.

"In my long service to the Seventh Magic Rings, Clements can certainly be counted as a genius... He has occupied the top spot for a long time now, and the him of the past was as brilliant as you are today..."

The silver giant bat turned to Ronan and said in a low, hoarse voice with a hint of amusement: "Kid, it seems he has accepted your challenge.

This is what you wanted, get ready mentally... Clements is not like those other people living in the tower..."

Ronan listened to Biondini’s description without much emotional fluctuation on his face.

He watched as the figure descended, finally coming to a stop right in front of him—

This was a very tall and extremely thin young man.

He wore a simple Silver Robe, his naturally hanging fingers clean, not adorned with any Magic Tool Rings.

His face was average, eyes a pale blue, like lapis lazuli set into his cheeks.

Ordinary in every aspect, he did not exude any powerful spiritual power fluctuations, but his mere presence immediately stirred all the observing Wizards in the arena.

"Clements! Clements has actually left the tower?!"

"I never thought that Ronan would actually challenge him!"

"Benny was defeated by Clements more than once in the past, and that was many years ago... How powerful has Clements become now?"

Ronan listened to the buzzing discussions around him, experiencing a fascinating process.

With the emergence of this young man called "Clements," those eyes that were nailed on him like tacks had all shifted to the young man.

This person merely appeared, without uttering a word, and easily stole all the limelight from him.

As if he were naturally the center of attention, firmly attracting everyone’s gaze like a magnet.

"Lord Galby."

The slender young man politely greeted the Level 3 Wizard old man in mid-air and also amiably nodded to the silver giant bat, Biondini.

The Level 3 Wizard old man showed a change of expression for the first time since his appearance, smiling and nodding towards the young man, saying: "It looks like you’re not far from that realm..."

"A long way to go."

The slender young man humbly shook his head.

After a few pleasantries, the youth named Clements finally turned his gaze to Ronan.

"I’ve received your challenge. Do you need to prepare?"

Clements’ demeanor and tone were very calm, and Ronan could find no trace of combativeness in his pale blue eyes.

Ronan’s "challenge" seemed to him more like an "invitation."

He found it interesting... So he came.

Ronan’s gaze flickered slightly, and after some thought, he nodded: "Then, please wait a moment."

Clements made a ’please’ gesture, calmly standing his ground, occasionally speaking softly to Biondini.

Ronan closed his eyes and began to adjust his state.

In the consciousness space, the light points belonging to the Clear Sky Realm rhythmically pulsated, swiftly restoring his spiritual power and smoothing over the residual fatigue from his continuous battles.

Clements had no intention to fight against Ronan, and, in truth, Ronan’s desire to battle Clements was not very strong either.

After defeating Lanni, he had almost completely accomplished all his goals in this selection trial of mage duels.

He had reached the endpoint he anticipated, and the remainder of the path... was extra.

However.

He was still looking forward to the scenery along this additional path—

A genuine exchange of spells would allow him to truly gauge the gap between himself and the Genius Wizard who currently stood at the pinnacle of the Seventh Rings.

And also, it would allow him to test some ultimate moves that he had never properly tried before and were in the process of being perfected!

...

Time passed second by second, and everyone was waiting quietly.

The number of onlookers seemed to have increased.

Apart from the Magic Ring Wizards participating in the duel, some came from the white silver towers.

Those high-level wizards of the Seventh Rings who spent their days in meditation and witchcraft research, upon sensing the imminent showdown between two great genius wizards of the Seventh Rings, put aside their affairs and came with great interest to watch the battle.

The atmosphere on the scene calmed down, the malevolence mixed with personal grievances disappeared, and what remained was a very pure competition—everyone was in anticipation.

Some of the brilliance that Clements had taken returned to the white-haired, handsome young man meditating in the sky.

No matter the outcome of this battle, the name Ronan Damien would be remembered by all, and its owner would ascend to the tower to become a new legend admired by all.

Finally...

The young man with closed eyes opened them.

"I’m ready."

Ronan looked at Clements and spoke in a soft voice.

He had adjusted his state to its peak, and the waning desire to battle reignited in his chest. His azure eyes were as calm as a lake in autumn, and only a few could capture the light surging beneath that calmness.

Clements nodded slightly with a smile, not saying a word, but the implication for Ronan to make the first move was clear.

He carried himself with an indescribable elegance and composure, like a highly cultivated top-ranking noble.

"Mirror Light!

Frost Spear, Frost Whirlwind..."

Ronan’s expression was calm, without any hesitation or nonsense, he directly activated the Mirror Light rune and started constructing his Ice Cold Domain.

Spears of ice carved from crystals, howling frost winds, translucent Ice Armor...

Pairs of Ice Magic Spells began to materialize. Ronan’s hands moved as if holding something in front of his chest, summoning a pair of deep blue Ice Balls spiraling incessantly, resembling ice crystal ambers...

Twelve times Anchored, the Despair Domain with a "Four Magical Domains" overlay was finally constructed.

"True Despair Domain!"

Ronan’s Magic Robe fluttered, white hair danced, and a nearly endless aura of despair and ice cold emanated from within him. A network of deep cold branched out from beneath his feet...

Like a plant rooted in endless Frozen Soil, shimmering with the radiance of an Ice Flame, or like a giant eye slowly opening, filled with boundless deep cold and despair.

"Unrivaled Ice Sealing Ball!"

Ronan manipulated the chill, quickly forming a mountainous blue Ice Ball spinning in front of him.

Endless icy air from heaven and earth swirled into a white vortex, with the spinning blue Ice Ball at its center, the mystical Qi Mechanism of the Magic Domain spilling out everywhere.

"Go!"

Ronan, his body interwoven with the mysterious Qi Mechanism of the Magic Domain, expressionlessly pointed towards Clements from afar.

The terrifying Unrivaled Ice Sealing Ball roared out, the accompanying icy wind lifting the hem of Ronan’s Magic Robe high behind him...

Compared to the battles against Nono Pelin and Lanni, this time Ronan’s release of both the Despair Domain and the Unrivaled Ice Sealing Ball seemed much more at ease and fluid, and their powers were also noticeably stronger.

Those who could perceive this subtle change were shaken, their surface appearances calm like still waters, but their hearts were already stirring with stormy waves.

It seemed they had found the root of Ronan’s exceptional radiance.

Such a Magic Monster, capable of visibly improving at a rapid pace through consecutive battles... his brilliance was destined to shine across the entire Seventh Rings.