"[Fearless Law]!"
The white palace's phantom trembled, and the Unicorn Horse flapped its wings, letting out a series of neighs.
A rich white light surged from Adam's body and the ornate knight armor he wore, coalescing into a semi-ethereal circular shield. Finally, it collided solidly with Ronan's fist.
"Boom!"
Like a meteor burning with white flames, it crashed down, shattering most of the dueling platform and sending a large cloud of dust into the air.
Ronan stood expressionless in the position where Adam had been, lightly tapping his forehead with his fingers, suppressing the turbulent waves of consciousness in his mind.
The Spell inheritance of "Psionic Dawn" was powerful in this regard.
Every Spell carried a certain mental impact and deterrent effect; even someone as resolute as Ronan could not avoid being affected to some extent.
In this brief pause, a figure had already pushed through the rubble, emerging from the dust below.
At this moment, Adam appeared somewhat disheveled, his marble-like handsome face marred by a few specks of dust, and his meticulously arranged golden hair now looked quite messy.
The Winged Unicorn beneath him swayed unsteadily, and he looked at Ronan in disbelief, one hand resting on a particularly damaged area of his chest plate—there was a very obvious dent and crack.
"You—"
Adam took a deep breath, his gaze serious as he looked at Ronan, just about to speak.
"Crack—"
Before he could finish, Ronan's figure had already vanished from sight, the sound of lightning crackling once again echoed.
Adam's eyebrows twitched violently, and almost instantaneously, he placed a hand over his heart.
Transparent ripples, like water waves, spread out from his chest.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down several times; in Adam's vision, he saw an extremely blurry black shadow breaking through layers of ripples, charging straight down towards him.
His gaze suddenly became determined and resolute, as if nothing in the world could shake his inner strength.
The runes on his lance lit up densely, a cluster of flames igniting at the tip, beams of light descended from the void above, enveloping him in a terrifying aura that rapidly reached its peak. Adam raised his lance, condensing the overwhelming law domain energy, as if a magnificent temple stood atop the lance.
The Winged Unicorn beneath him silently raised its front hooves, and man and horse transformed into a white comet, colliding fiercely with the rapidly approaching black shadow! "Boom!"
"Boom boom!"
The platform space echoed with the massive sounds of meteor collisions.
Two unparalleled forces clashed violently, the phantom of the white palace and the massive shadow collided fiercely, making it nearly impossible for the onlookers to capture the figures of the combatants, who could only determine the location of the battle through the ripples and folds that repeatedly surged in the void.
A scream, reminiscent of a baby's cry, rang out in the arena as the multi-limbed, multi-eyed Spell avatar of [The Mother of Filth] began to writhe. Livicky had somehow acquired a strange object in her hand, resembling a living octopus covered in eyeballs, or a large bunch of purple grapes just pulled from somewhere, dripping with a viscous liquid.
Livicky's gaze was cold as she hurriedly recited the bizarre and incomprehensible Spell incantation.
The "purple grapes" in her hand shattered one by one with the incantation, splattering disgusting, unknown juices everywhere.
All of this liquid was completely devoured by The Mother of Filth, which then spewed out palm-sized purple triangles from its mouthparts, resembling some mysterious symbol or an evil curse. The moment they appeared, they actively pursued one of the figures engaged in combat like a school of fish.
Among the group, only Serena did not join the fray, quietly watching from the side, as if the scene before her had no connection to her.
The fierce battle continued, the pace so fast that the watching Wizards had no time to think or discuss.
Until a certain moment.
A loud explosion rang out, and Livicky's incantation abruptly stopped.
Immediately, everyone inside and outside the arena saw— in the void, the white palace phantom suddenly "collapsed," and a figure shot out like a cannonball, crashing straight into the energy shield at the edge of the platform, then being blocked by the light barrier, slowly descending.
It was Adam, one hand propping up his lance, the other clutching his chest, kneeling on one knee!
At this moment, Adam's armor was riddled with cracks, his head buried deep between his shoulders, his golden hair disheveled, and he was continuously coughing up large amounts of blood. Everyone present was momentarily stunned.
However, before they could show more expressions, a furious shout from Livicky echoed from the other side of the platform.
Looking up, they saw Livicky being forced to retreat frantically by a figure.
The void was filled with countless purple triangles, like locusts, under Livicky's control, swarming towards that figure, yet they could not stop the latter's advance.
The void in front of that figure was pressed into layers of folds; he was like a human-shaped blade, continuously breaking through the heavy gravitational field in front of Livicky.
Livicky held a black ancient book, her incantation so hurried that no syllable could be discerned.
In front of her, the avatar of [The Mother of Filth], with a body resembling a mother sheep, had countless eyes spinning wildly, and numerous tentacles flailed in the void, the ominous aura growing stronger.
Suddenly, "Bang!"
The figure shrouded in countless purple triangle symbols abruptly vanished, and everything belonging to [The Mother of Filth] shattered like an illusion, a thick black smoke rising.
In the next second, a pale Livicky appeared in another location.
In less than half a breath, Livicky's aura rapidly waned, her back arched, looking so "weak" that she seemed unable to bear the weight of the heavy black book in her arms.
She raised her head, looking in a certain direction, her cold, resentful eyes flashing with uncontainable shock and horror.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
A series of teeth-grinding breaking sounds echoed in the arena.
At the center of the platform space, Ronan stretched his body, the black light of mid-level [Ancient Power] runes swirling around him, the purple triangle symbols that had adhered to his body continuously falling off, and more were being "forced" out from within him.
When the last trace of purple peeled away, "Boom!"
An ancient, savage, and unparalleled aura surged from Ronan, rising like smoke.
Two massive mysterious light spheres emerged from the fallen Adam and Livicky, merging into Ronan's body.
In an instant, the soul phantom behind Ronan expanded again, the enormous shadow continued to grow, rapidly rising like a night curtain, obscuring most of the platform's height in the blink of an eye.
Within the shadow, the ancient multi-headed serpent's phantom seemed to awaken, its eight indistinguishable, ferocious heads slightly lifting, their gaze falling upon the noble and sacred crown goddess, and the indifferent Serena below.
"Next—"
Ronan felt the surge of soul power once again, rapidly washing away the traces of the curse power he had endured from Livicky.
His dark blue and pearly white hair slightly lifted, looking at Serena in the distance, he spoke softly, "It's your turn now."
At that moment, the countless onlookers fell into a moment of silence.
It was hard to imagine that the originally one-sided battle could undergo such a dramatic turnaround in such a short time.
Every time they thought Ronan was about to fail, he would quickly reveal a new trump card, as if he had an endless supply of them.
When the "Herams Blood War" had just begun, everyone repeatedly predicted that Ronan would fall, only to have their expectations overturned time and again, until now he was truly just "one step away" from the final destination of the blood war.
"The last three poles have gone, leaving only Serena.
Even though Serena's strength is greater than Adam and Livicky, all three are at the fog ceiling level of combat power, and no matter how strong, it is likely to be limited."
Someone couldn't help but murmur, "Perhaps Ronan... really will make it to the end."
"Mid-level Chief Talent, the true heir of Herams, an unprecedented achiever of the blood war."
Thinking of all these titles being attributed to one person, many couldn't help but tremble slightly.
No one could have anticipated the occurrence of all this; the name Ronan Damien had risen like a comet, shining brightly, and was about to truly transform into a sun! The key was that he had not yet truly touched the peak of a level three Wizard, and there was still immense room for growth. After this contest, who knows how high he could grow in the future?
The southern Wizarding world might welcome a "legend," and they were all witnesses to the beginning of this "legend"! "Are these people dreaming?"
At the Life Court's residence, the young Wizard Donny listened to the faint discussions and expectations about Ronan from the southern Wizards, unable to suppress a disdainful sneer.
"Comparing their local chickens and dogs to Princess Serena.
In this contest, all the 'genius' Wizards they think of, combined, could they even compare to a single finger of Princess Serena?"
"Not that exaggerated, Donny. There are indeed some young powerhouses in this southern generation.
However, the backward and ignorant southern Wizards should really reshape their understanding of genius and the fog."
The silver-haired Witch beside him cast her gaze towards the noble and untouchable figure at the center of the platform, softly speaking, "They have no idea why Princess Serena gave up her qualification in the central region to personally participate in this game. The princess has the ambition of a born ruler, and those who suppress and exclude her... will eventually regret it."
The Life Court Wizards surrounding the silver-haired Witch, upon hearing these words, wore solemn expressions, their eyes revealing an almost fanatical look.
As Serena's followers, they were the ones who understood her talent and strength the best.
So far, what Serena had displayed in the southern Wizarding world was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Soon, they would know what kind of insurmountable wall the Wizard named Ronan Damien was about to face.
Above them, Moriel, sitting on her red lotus staff, frowned slightly and muttered, "...With Serena's character, after defeating that guy, she should propose to recruit him. Damn it, are my two most hated people really going to come together?"
Moriel seemed to have no doubt about the outcome of the upcoming battle.
Just as Serena's followers had said— the southern Wizards had no idea how vast the gap was between a top-tier central Wizard with bloodline, identity, and inheritance, compared to their southern Wizards.
So far, Serena hadn't even revealed her usual "normal combat form."
"You really have surprised me greatly."
Serena stood at a height almost level with Ronan, her expression and posture seemingly unchanged from when they first met.
Ronan had come this far, defeating one opponent after another, showcasing various powerful and incredible means, yet it seemed to have no effect on Serena.
"I admit I underestimated you a bit."
Serena calmly gazed at Ronan, a hint of strange light blooming in her eyes, softly speaking, "Perhaps we can renegotiate the terms... you have earned part of my respect."
Feeling Serena's gaze, which was almost "approving and admiring," Ronan smiled and shook his head.
"But you still haven't earned my respect."
He stretched his body, the dark blue and pearly white hair behind him danced without wind, and a massive aura spread out, pressing towards Serena inch by inch.
The brilliant light of the "Herams Lawgiver inheritance" reappeared around him, and at this moment, he was so close to truly grasping it.
Ronan began to walk towards Serena, ancient frost swirling layer by layer from around him.
The surging soul power compensated for the previous depletion of his mental energy, and the one percent of the ancient frost nine-headed serpent bloodline and fully activated [Immaculate Body] displayed the abilities of both Spell and physical realms without reservation.
At this moment, Ronan was in his true peak state.
One after another, ice spells were summoned from around him, and Ronan's pace quickened.
In his pure white eyes, dark blue reflections of Serena's figure appeared, the distance between them rapidly shrinking, and Ronan's form gradually transformed into a blurred shadow.
As the heavy, cold frost surged like an ocean, violently sweeping towards Serena's figure, Ronan's voice resonated in this domain.
"Honestly, I'm really curious."
"After tearing away that layer of splendid and precious exterior, what else will remain of you?"
Serena remained expressionless, watching the rolling frost approach, calmly replying, "You can try and see."
With that, she gently pointed to her smooth, full forehead.
At that spot, the complex and exquisite golden rune mark suddenly shone brightly!
(End of Chapter)