Wizard Bloodline

"Why would Norno Pellin 'lower himself' to challenge Ronan? No matter how outstanding Ronan is..."

"Norno Pellin is arguably the most qualified among the third ring to break into the top ten, yet he..."

"It's said Norno Pellin was once close to Benigo, the only friend Benigo trusted..."

"This makes it even more confusing."

The crowd buzzed with discussions, everyone surprised by this "challenge."

The silver bat Biondini flapped its broad wings, displaying an inscrutable smile, as if this intriguing spectacle was exactly what it wanted to see.

Norno Pellin, like a blazing sun, flew towards the newly upgraded duel stage.

In the second round, higher-ranked participants had priority, though sometimes it depended on the silver bat Biondini's mood.

Regardless of the criteria, this would be the first match of the second round.

Ronan ascended the duel stage from the opposite side.

His feet softly touched the solid stage surface, facing Norno Pellin, who hovered in the air, enveloped in a glow of energy particles.

"We can begin, don't delay too long."

Biondini's voice came from overhead, as it flapped its wings, seeking the best viewing position.

The murmurs among the wizards watching quieted, all eyes fixed on the two figures on the stage.

"[Ice Armor]!"

Habitually summoning the ice armor, a gentle flurry of snow gathered.

Without any unnecessary words, Demon Tungsten flowed into Ronan's hands, forming two single-handed swords shrouded in black mist, which then turned silver.

"[Frost Howl]!"

Snow and wind arose on the stage, the chill lifting Ronan's robe hems as he took flight towards Norno Pellin.

Norno Pellin remained composed, beginning to chant a spell.

His chanting sounded like poetic hymns, an inexplicable melody as if invisible strings were being plucked, the golden halo around him ebbing and flowing with the rhythm. His every move exuded elegance.

The chill around Ronan intensified, his swift figure flickering through the misty snow.

Soon, he seemed to crash into a wall.

It was a surging heat wave.

Norno Pellin lifted his hand, with rings set with gems glinting on his outspread fingers.

In the void before him, a line of fire appeared, which quickly rose into a blazing wall of flame, blocking Ronan's path.

Yet Ronan seemed unfazed, his speed increasing until he crashed headlong into the crimson wall of fire.

"Boom!"

An invisible force shattered the wall, and a slender figure, wrapped in a robe and carrying dual swords, emerged from the flames!

Cold and heat clashed fiercely, frost and fire engaged in brutal combat.

Ronan's white hair danced slightly, his blue eyes locked on Norno Pellin, ready to strike, when countless golden lights appeared around him.

Each light contained a grain of golden sand-like metal, each releasing energy far surpassing first-level spells.

Norno Pellin extended his right hand towards Ronan, fingers closing.

In an instant, all the lights seemed to come alive, shooting towards Ronan!

"Boom!"

Countless golden points seemed to converge into a grander brilliance, with Ronan at their convergence point, the only obstacle to their union.

A terrifying heatwave swept from all directions, nearly evaporating all the frost around Ronan in an instant.

Blue and red filled Ronan's vision, the roaring flames approached...

"Whoosh—Boom!"

In a flash, the swirling gold and flames were shattered by a more terrifying force.

A mysterious, intertwined domain force surged upward, like a torrent, or an unbreakable wall.

"A fourth transcendent domain force?!"

In the audience, several figures simultaneously rose from their metallic seats, faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"And it's stronger than the three transcendent domains he showed before!"

"This Damien, did he start practicing spells in the womb?!"

Amidst the dissipating flames, Ronan's figure reappeared.

He held dual swords, his silver-gray robe billowing, surrounded by indigo and frost, but the true spectacle was...

The numerous, tiny, pure black energy spheres around him, resembling miniature black holes.

Each sphere emitted a terrifying aura, bending and warping light, converging into a mighty black torrent flowing around Ronan.

Under the powerful domain force, all flames and heat waves were easily devoured and crushed by the torrent, creating an absolutely safe vacuum defense around Ronan.

Master-level 440 proficiency in [Energy Missile-Particle Torrent]!

Ronan's strongest transcendent domain force.

The watching wizards wore complex, grim expressions.

For any wizard, mastering a transcendent domain force was a dream come true.

It wasn't just a sign of strength, but of talent and insight.

Yet even with a soul refined through a second metamorphosis, not every second-level wizard could grasp the mysteries of a transcendent domain from their favored spells.

But the young wizard on stage, only first-level, exhibited transcendent domains one after another—what kind of monstrous spell comprehension did this require?

A living spell prodigy!

Within the torrent domain, Ronan calmly lifted his eyes.

The black torrent surrounding him turned from defense to offense, surging towards Norno Pellin.

Ronan followed, "riding the wave."

Norno Pellin's expression shifted slightly, chanting urgently, as the golden sand scattered by Ronan's spell reformed, igniting into a towering pillar of fire.

Norno Pellin's golden pupils gleamed with arcane red sigils.

A strange wave emanated from him, the golden sand-adorned fire pillar trembled, splitting into three.

Terrifying heat scorched all, distorting the air in waves.

Norno Pellin seemed to summon three invisible fire dragons, positioned at different angles, spewing destructive flames at Ronan.

"[Scorching Breath]!"

Norno Pellin's handsome face bore a cold look as he murmured, manipulating the three fiery pillars towards Ronan.

Ronan squinted, suddenly leaping up, his silver mist swords empowered by dispelling flames easily slicing through the heat waves, while the black torrent below roared, coiling around the three pillars like an ancient black serpent.

"[Despair Freeze!]"

Two deep blue, crystalline spinning ice spheres flew from Ronan's sides, tossed into the entangled "black serpent" and fire pillars.

Flame, frost... countless energy particles, and several transcendent domain forces collided.

"Boom!"

A powerful energy particle shockwave formed a small mushroom cloud at the stage's center.

Then it slowly spread outward.

The reinforced rune array trembled slightly under the energy tide's impact.

The watching wizards instinctively stepped forward, eyes wide to see the battle's center.

However.

Before the energy shockwave fully dissipated, an intensely bright light blossomed from the hazy stage, causing many wizards to squint.

"It's over, Ronan Damien."

Norno Pellin's figure emerged from the chaos.

He was completely bathed in radiant golden light.

Suspended before his chest was a crimson orb, like a tool, emitting waves of arcane sigil power.

The orb projected a red beam onto Norno Pellin's forehead, forming a flame totem-like pattern.

Around him, magma-like red light flowed, golden sand forming a shining solar halo behind him.

With the orb's power, Norno Pellin's aura rose higher and higher.

Both his mental power and control over fire energy particles reached unprecedented heights.

The watching Ring wizards were visibly moved.

Under Norno Pellin's radiant influence, they felt the formidable aura of a mid-second-level wizard.

At this moment, Norno Pellin had the potential to break into the top ten.

This was spell power comparable to a fourth-ring genius!

"That tool... that second-level fire tool perfectly matches Norno Pellin!"

A third-ring wizard identified the source of Norno Pellin's power, speaking with difficulty, "Norno Pellin really has a great chance to enter the top ten, to reside in the tower."

Norno Pellin hovered, every stitch and seam of his robe glowing.

He reveled in the unprecedented power, enjoying the sensation.

His dominance filled the duel stage, and his opponent seemed as insignificant as an ant he could easily crush.

"Ronan Damien."

Norno Pellin looked down at Ronan, a brilliant, flawless smile on his face.

"Why not use the methods you used against Travis?"

"Are you scared?"

"Did Benigo teach you to bow when surrendering, to let your knees kiss the ground?"

Norno Pellin watched Ronan with amusement, speaking continuously.

But no matter what he said, the boy remained unfazed, his face calm and unperturbed.

This quickly bored Norno Pellin of toying with him.

"You're not surrendering, so you must be ready to endure this move of mine.

This is beyond my control; I can't guarantee..."

His eyes flashed with cold intent, his tone turning chilling, "That you'll survive!"

With that, the flame totem on Norno Pellin's forehead and the crimson orb on his chest glowed brightly, an indescribable, terrifying wave emanating from him.

In an instant, countless fire energy particles flooded towards him from the duel stage and beyond.

He was soon engulfed in roaring flames, overwhelming heat waves, incomparable golden light, and a terrifying heat that seemed ready to incinerate everything.

Norno Pellin's emotions soared to unprecedented heights.

"[Ancient Flame]! [Incinerate]!"

As spell power rapidly brewed, he couldn't help but spread his arms, roaring at Ronan, "I am the sun!"

"Buzz—Buzz—"

Norno Pellin became a massive, blazing fireball, viscous magma-like golden flames roiling on its surface, the light obscuring everything, the heat forcing some outside the duel stage to retreat.

At this moment, he truly seemed like a "sun" emitting endless light and heat, awe-inspiring and moving!

Yet Ronan stood at the stage's center, surrounded by heat waves, locked by Norno Pellin's mental power, shaking his head.

"There's no such foolish sun..."

He seemed oblivious to the searing heat eroding him.

Ronan stepped forward, two ice spears silently appearing at his sides.

Then two [Despair Freeze Spheres], also in pairs.

"Can't even see something so obvious?"

Ronan walked towards Norno Pellin, and with each step, two identical ice spells appeared around him.

In his mindspace, two sigil imprints alternately flashed with mysterious light.

One was the [Permafrost] sigil he'd refined in early first-level!

The other, a complex and arcane new sigil, with lines like a mirrored labyrinth—Ronan's third soul sigil—[Mirror Light]!

After consuming the third "Kiss of Mephetira," Ronan realized, while studying the All-Seeing Orb and the second-level mirror tool, that he had misunderstood.

He thought the second-level mirror tool's sigil stored spells, and the All-Seeing Orb's sigil stored memories...

But he was wrong.

Both sigils didn't store.

They copied!

Copying an exact replica of the target, whether a spell or a memory!

After drinking the fifth "Kiss of Mephetira," Ronan successfully extracted the "copy" function from the two sigils, combined with his understanding, refining his third soul sigil—[Mirror Light]!

Its effect was also copying.

But copying his spells!

"...Using the [Permafrost] sigil to build a cold domain requires pre-placed spell anchors.

The same spell can only anchor once; repeated casting has no effect."

"But spells cast with the [Mirror Light] sigil summon two at once.

Whether the copied spell differs fundamentally from the original, or I've hit a bug...

Anyway."

"The spell anchors as domain keystones doubled."

"Originally, six anchors max; now twelve!"

Ronan mused, weaving through the crimson currents and heat waves, his robe edges slightly smoking, unconcerned.

He continued summoning new ice spells, the [Permafrost] sigil in his mindspace flashing twice per cast.

Finally.

Ronan reached the edge of Norno Pellin's flame "domain," the heat baking his cool, smooth face.

By now, Norno Pellin's spell power was at its peak, the air around him distorted beyond recognition, as if his gaze alone could melt it.

"It's over, Ronan Damien!"

Norno Pellin's voice boomed from the massive golden lava fireball, distorted by the heat.

"Melt under the sun's majesty!"

Norno Pellin roared.

The golden lava fireball began to expand, its accumulated heat ready to erupt in the next moment.

"Buzz—"

In Ronan's mindspace, the [Permafrost] sigil's final two anchors completed.

Ronan watched the rapidly expanding golden fireball, his eyes a pure, deeper blue.

"Over?"

"No, this is just the beginning."

Ronan extended his right hand towards the fireball, a radiant deep blue light in his palm dispelling all fire and red, suddenly blossoming!

"Double Anchoring! Twelve Spell Anchors! Quadruple Domain Overlay!"

"[True Despair Domain]!"

"Freeze the sun for me!"

"Boom!"

An intensely radiant deep blue light obscured everything, an unprecedented terrifying cold current, wielding two real transcendent domains and two "pseudo" transcendent domains, instantly turning everyone's vision below into pure ice and snow.

Norno Pellin's peak fire spell power, upon eruption, was immediately suppressed, not even a trace of heat escaping.

Everyone stood stunned, momentarily unresponsive.

As the duel stage's light faded, its scene fully revealed.

At this moment, everyone's pupils contracted, as if suffocating, speechless.

Witnessed—

On the frost-covered stage, a massive ice sphere hovered mid-air.

Through the deep blue ice, golden-red magma seemed to churn within.

Ronan stood atop the giant ice sphere, gazing indifferently at the frozen sphere.

"I never saw you as an opponent because you seem like a clown."

"Did you know, Norno Pellin?"

Ronan suddenly looked up, calmly addressing the silver bat Biondini in the sky, "Stop wasting my time!

The next challenge should be mine, right?

Let them... come up."

In the deathly quiet duel square, the silver bat silently watched Ronan.

After a moment, its fierce beast face broke into a bright smile.

Its voice boomed, deep and authoritative.

"Connect to the tower!"

"Challenger."

"Ronan Damien!"

The next second, the silver bat opened its maw, spewing a massive, dazzling white light ball.

The light ball shot like a meteor, streaking across the sky, striking one of the Ten Meditation Towers, vanishing within.

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