Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 438 - 203 [Ronan Damien’s—Hand Snow Country]! (Second update, asking for Monthly Ticket!)_3

Chapter 438: Chapter 203 [Ronan Damien’s—Hand Snow Country]! (Second update, asking for Monthly Ticket!)_3

"Right."

Claire nodded.

"You actually... guarded him during his advancement?"

Harvey looked at Claire incredulously with a strange gaze.

"Is it strange?"

Claire shrugged and responded naturally, "If you knew what he had done... you wouldn’t find it surprising."

"What did he do?"

Harvey frowned, unable to curb his curiosity.

He clearly remembered that when the young Wizard from the Silver Magic Ring, personally referred by Orian, joined the Blue Mist Society, Claire was the first to oppose him and had even brought it up many times afterwards.

And now, to think that she would protect him and accompany him, the change in her attitude seemed incredible to Harvey.

The next second.

Claire’s calm reply shocked Harvey and the Blue Mist Society members around him, causing their expressions to fall into a moment of daze and distraction.

Claire said.

"He killed the Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin."

"And..."

"It was before he had advanced to a Level 3 Wizard."

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"Another bug comes along..."

Andriel’s gaze swept over Ronan, pausing briefly on the dense gray clouds entwined around him.

But it was just a brief pause.

He had defeated not just one other genius stronger and more accomplished than Ronan.

"Your weakness almost makes me lose interest in swatting you..."

Andriel yawned lazily, looking at Ronan and said lightly, "However, I am quite interested in the method you just used to save that little bug.

If you’re willing to hand it over... I might just be in a good mood and offer you a spot too."

"Is that so?"

Ronan responded casually, sweeping his gaze around.

At that moment, the colorful magic barrier around the perimeter of the Ancient Fairy City had completely retracted near the central stone pillar.

Thirty-two stone pillars, with twenty-six lit up, some battles were taking place, obviously entering the intense final stage.

The four unlit stone pillars occupied by Andriel also attracted a large number of remaining wizard geniuses like the last piece of fat.

Had Andriel not just shown his strong and overbearing side, expelling many powerful opponents, these people would have probably swarmed up by now.

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"And..."

Ronan looked at Andriel in front of him, his right hand gently brushing over his chest, producing a sound like a blade being sharpened.

"I don’t really want... to share a spot with you!"

With that.

Ronan suddenly stepped forward.

Silver light flashed, and he appeared instantaneously above Andriel’s Field like teleportation.

Andriel looked up at him, his pale handsome face breaking into an exaggerated laugh, as if seeing something extremely amusing.

He suddenly raised his hand, two giant bone arms extended from within the green energy Field, wielding unspeakable terror, tearing through vast swathes of the Void, violently clapping towards Ronan.

The scene was like a giant made of bones trying to swat a mosquito.

The strong wind raised by the giant bone hand blew Ronan’s hair.

Ronan’s gaze remained unchanged, still as tranquil as a lake in autumn.

But a thick golden light sprouted from the profound azure, transforming into fiercely rolling magma, boiling up!

[Clear Sky Realm—Extreme Boiling Lake]!

Ronan spread his arms, as a pale golden Spiritual Field emanated from his body.

In an instant, countless mysterious qis surged out from within him.

Pure White Ice Blades breaking through the ground, deep blue veins flickering like Northern Lights, a spinning Ice Ball emitting intense despair, Ice Crystal Spears sealing everything, an unbreakable Ice Barrier...

One Ice Magic after another was summoned around him.

Each gave rise to an Extraordinary Magic Domain!

Some even reached Second Stage Resonance, nearly touching the Third Stage!

A terrible frost intent rapidly expanded under the sky, and, at that moment, all the watching Wizards were profoundly moved.

They couldn’t believe someone could control so many Extraordinary Level Magic at once.

Five types? Six, or seven?!

It was hard to count, for these Spells doubled suddenly after being summoned.

In the sky, that towering figure wrapped by two giant bone hands was surrounded by a countless number of powerful Ice Magic, the emitted qi from the Extraordinary Magic Realm almost forming a Torrent!

At a certain moment, these Spells suddenly vanished.

Then, exquisite eight-corner snowflakes started falling from the sky, each flake burned with blue and white Flames.

Terrifying Ice Cold Energy burst forth, Ice Spur like the sea, Ice Frost like waterfalls, Ice Flames like flowers...

A deep blue splendid Thorn Ice Flame Snow Country descended!

Only Andriel’s disdainful cold laughter remained in the field, still carrying traces of supreme arrogance.

"Is this the means you dreamed of using to compete with me?"

"Just this?"

"This fragile vase-like Domain Field?!"

Inside the stormy Snow Country, Ronan slowly lowered his head as two giant ghastly green bone hands furiously slapped and pressed toward him, causing the newly-formed Ice Cold Domain to shudder.

Ronan seemed unconcerned, merely overlooking Andriel from above.

"Of course not..."

Ronan spoke.

Then reached out his hand.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Endless sounds of ice cracking echoed across the world, boundless Ice Cold Energy now contracting sharply towards a point.

In a blink, all the Ice Cold.

All the brilliance.

All the Magic Domain qi...

All converged into Ronan’s right hand.

Transforming into a giant, matchlessly dazzling deep blue Light Ball.

A terrifying aura filled the world, the lights surrounding the deep blue Light Ball seemed capable of freezing and tearing the souls of anyone who directly looked at it!

"You’re fortunate..."

"To be the first to witness... my newly created Technique!"

Golden blue flames flickered in Ronan’s eyes, his hair dancing with the wind, he inhaled slightly and slowly pressed the Light Ball in his hand towards Andriel below.

"Secret Technique—"

"[Ronan Damien’s—Hand Snow Country]!"

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