The silver mirror-like surface, reflecting the figure of the stunningly beautiful witch girl.
However, this almost painterly perfect image lasted barely a breath's time before the smooth, mirror-like silver-white metal began to melt, transforming into translucent crimson liquid that dripped down from the void, evaporating completely in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!"
Not far away, a violent energy fluctuation surged, accompanied by the sudden appearance of a swirling white steam, forming a small, distorted mushroom cloud.
Amid the chaotic flow of cold and fire intertwining, a flaming, beautiful witch's staff spun through the air, caught delicately in a fair, slender hand.
The adorable witch girl wrinkled her nose, her petal-like lips pouting slightly as she held the staff, mumbling, "I hate this chilly feeling..."
In front of her, amidst the crashing white waves, Ronan stepped calmly into view.
At this moment, his arms hung naturally at his sides, his skin covered by a thin layer of glowing flames, and mysterious serpent-like patterns briefly appeared on his body, only to quickly fade.
The melted metal scattered in the surrounding air began to gather once more, like silver snakes dancing in the air, before obediently flying toward him.
Ronan observed the gathered metal, his gaze shifting slightly.
Just moments ago, he had acted as bait, directly facing the power of the **Red Lotus Staff**, while simultaneously sending the **Space Silverized** metal to the **Ashen Witch**'s side, attempting to use **Broken Silver** to attack her real form.
However, before he could even unleash the power of space fragmentation, the "mirror" melted.
The total amount of silverized metal, which he used as his magical medium, was instantly reduced by half due to the intense heat.
Having been a metal mage for so long, Ronan had fought countless battles at his level and even above. The total amount of metal consumed in all of these battles could hardly compare to the depletion caused by just one clash with this witch girl.
Though the current second-tier metal medium was indeed starting to fall behind his combat pace, this loss...
"**Ashen Witch.**"
Feeling the scorching mental energy waves emanating from the stunning witch girl, whose tiny, delicate figure seemed to be surrounded by a flower of fire slowly blooming behind her, Ronan exhaled softly. He reached up and lightly touched the icy-blue earring on his right ear.
Though he had greatly overestimated the power of her fire magic, her true strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined—by a factor of ten.
Such terrifying high-temperature magic truly had the power to reduce everything to ashes.
Just as Ronan prepared to continue the battle, the witch girl's rose-colored eyes glimmered. A playful, innocent smile began to form on her beautiful face, as she raised the red staff, creating a beautiful spark as if preparing for a fun game.
"**Princess Grace!**"
The silver-haired witch, snapping out of her daze, appeared by Grace's side with the speed of a blink, asking anxiously, "Are you alright?"
Grace shook her head, gently touching her swollen cheek, wincing in pain as she let out a soft hiss, though her gaze remained fixed on the battlefield.
"Ruby, do you still have life potions? Take them out!"
After a moment of frantic action, Grace's swollen cheek was restored, and the silver-haired witch let out a long sigh of relief.
Turning her head, she followed Grace's gaze and saw the complex emotions flashing across her face.
"I now believe that this person is not trying to get close to the princess with ulterior motives, but truly encountered us by chance."
"No one would deliberately face the **Ashen Witch Morril**."
"Just a fool, really."
An out-of-place voice interrupted. The young wizard Donnie, who had nearly lost his life under the **Red Lotus Staff**, now glared at the two confronting figures in the distance, muttering darkly, "This native wizard from the South has no idea what he's about to face. He's just a mere second-tier wizard."
"Have you ever seen an ant trying to stop a river of lava from flowing? Now you have, haha."
"**Donnie!**"
The silver-haired witch's cold reprimand stopped Donnie, and he fell silent with a humph.
"We should leave here first," the silver-haired witch said hesitantly.
Though Donnie's words were harsh, they held some truth.
Only a native second-tier wizard who had never heard of **Ashen Witch Morril** and hadn't truly felt her terrifying power would foolishly attempt to block her with his own body.
In this situation, taking advantage of his ignorance and bravery, leaving swiftly and ensuring their own safety was the wisest decision.
However, the fact that he had saved the princess once before, and now leaving him behind, made the silver-haired witch pause to observe Grace's reaction. When she saw Grace remain silent, she assumed consent, sighing with relief. She quickly exchanged a glance with her companions and began pulling Grace away.
To comfort her, the silver-haired witch added, "Princess, don't feel guilty. Morril is most likely targeting you."
"We are leaving now to give your friend a chance to escape."
Before she could finish, however, she saw Grace suddenly produce a glowing white crystal from her hand, preparing to crush it.
Her expression changed instantly, and she reached out in haste to stop her.
At that moment, an immense wave of energy erupted behind them.
The shockwave sent a gust of wind that blew their hair and robes, freezing their movements as they turned to look back.
"Boom!"
The massive ice storm and raging fire clashed violently, the two forces intertwining in the sky, creating a distinct red-blue divide.
Ronan, fully equipped in his **Winterland** magical gear, stood silently in the air, pressing his hand down in a calm, controlled posture.
Countless frost and mysterious energy surged around him, his every hair whipping in the wind, and the scattered snowflakes illuminated his handsome face in a bright, pure white.
Ronan remained expressionless as his right hand descended in a gesture of grasping, slowly lifting.
In an instant, the ice storm, which had been clashing with the flames, began to spread. Massive pure white ice blades, carrying an infinite chill and sharpness, slowly rose from the whirlwind.
As the pure white ice blades emerged, intricate light patterns began to form beneath Ronan's feet. These light patterns grew in the air, forming a massive, intricate sigil-like formation.
From above, one would see that a huge hexagonal snowflake pattern rapidly formed around Ronan, with the snowflakes and the ice blades combining into a magnificent, deadly formation— the **Unmatched Ice Seal Formation**!
This was the fusion of two second-tier domains: the **Frostbite Soldier** and the **Frost Veins** spell domains, both of which had reached the second-tier resonance.
It was one of Ronan's accomplishments during his three years of rigorous training in the **Silver Circle**.
The fusion of two second-tier domains was terrifying enough to surpass even the power of the **Hekartos' Death Gaze**, although not as fearsome. Yet it was still powerful enough that no ordinary third-tier wizard could compete.
With the formation complete, the pure white ice blades, amplified by the domain's power, formed an immense and terrifying cutting force.
The area around Ronan, several kilometers in radius, became an ice-bound domain, with wind and snow freezing and cutting through everything, like a giant ice grinder, continuously extinguishing any attempts of high-temperature flames trying to break through.
At that moment, Ronan, donned in his crystalline armor, seemed like a true master of ice and snow.
Dragging his ice-cloak behind him, he stepped forward into the raging fire.
With every step, the flames seemed to weaken.
However, before he could take two steps, suddenly—
"Crack!"
A sound like something shattering echoed, and a bright crimson light flashed in Ronan's eyes, rapidly enlarging.
Ronan's expression shifted slightly as he clearly saw a **Red Lotus**-flame staff break through his ice-bound domain, rapidly speeding toward him at a velocity that was nearly impossible to follow.
Ronan raised both hands, and ice blades, as though freed from ancient seals, trembled in the air, all flying toward the red light.
"Cling, cling, cling!"
The ice blades collided with the staff, producing a clear, melodic sound.
None of the ice blades could stop the staff's path. They merely grazed it before shattering.
The giant snowflake pattern beneath Ronan began to spin, with deep blue ice currents wrapping around the staff like ice snakes.
"**Unmatched Ice Seal Ball!**"
Ronan's hands, which had been loosely held, suddenly filled with deep blue energy. This energy expanded rapidly, soon forming a massive frost-filled sphere exuding an overwhelming sense of despair.
This was the **Despair Ice Seal Ball**, also created through the second-tier resonance.
As the ice sphere formed, it collided with the incoming **Red Lotus Staff**.
The terrifying heat washed over, instantly melting the frost before Ronan's eyes, turning into droplets of transparent water that quickly evaporated.
Ronan's expression remained unchanged as he closed his hands, the enormous ice sphere directly engulfing the **Red Lotus Staff**.
Immediately, the surrounding frost domain contracted sharply, and the deep blue ice currents, like chains, wrapped around the ice sphere, while the shattered ice blades reformed and embedded themselves into it.
Moments later.
The ice and snow had completely disappeared from the battlefield.
The cold energy from the entire world was now concentrated in Ronan's hands.
Before him, bound by layers of blue chains and pure white ice blades, was a large ice sphere that spun slowly, resembling a blue-and-white sea urchin.
The combined forces of three domains intertwined, and an unstable, uneasy energy emitted from the ice sphere.
At the very center of the sphere, the **Red Lotus Staff**, its flame completely extinguished, hovered quietly, as if frozen in time.
"Tsk."
A surprised voice rang out.
Ronan raised his head, only to see the beautiful witch girl, whose bright white legs were slowly fading, watching him with interest, her voice filled with amazement as if she had discovered a new world.
"Uh."
The silver-haired witch and her companions were all stunned.
They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"He actually stopped it?!"
"Turns out he's an ice mage."
Looking at the young, tall figure of the wizard, dressed in crystalline armor and holding his hands loosely, his **Unmatched Ice Seal Formation** temporarily freezing the **Red Lotus Staff**, even extinguishing the eternal flames of the staff, the group was momentarily speechless.
To think that it was Morril, a figure who was as famous in the Central region as Princess Selena of the **Court of Life**.
Among those of the same level, how many third-tier wizards could withstand her **Red Lotus Staff** head-on?
Donnie, for example, had almost been completely melted just by the aftershock of the staff passing by.
If not for the **Court of Life**'s protective measures, it was uncertain if he would have even survived.
Now, they were witnessing a mere second-tier southern wizard, who had used his own magical skills to block one of Morril's attacks.
Even freezing the **Red Lotus Staff**, which had extinguished its eternal flames.
This was an outcome completely different from what they had expected, one that could make Ronan instantly famous in the Central Wizarding World. After all, no second-tier wizard had ever achieved such a feat.
The silver-haired witch stared at the distant scene, her eyes flashing rapidly as she suddenly spoke, "Donnie, Ruby. You take the princess and go. I'll stay and help him block."
"Are you crazy?!"
Donnie instantly turned his head, staring at the silver-haired witch as if she were mad.
"You want to join him in death?"
"Morril might not have even used a fraction of her strength. Do you think a little bug in our way will make a difference?"
Before Ruby could say anything to stop her, a massive explosion erupted from the other side.
The group turned to look and saw the giant magic box creature, previously ignored, suddenly beginning to stir.
Atop it, a small golden magic box radiated a fierce golden glow, dyeing the entire creature golden.
The now golden creature began charging toward Ronan and Morril's battle.
With the intrusion of the giant magic box creature, the situation was thrown into chaos.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
A restless sound came from within the **Unmatched Ice Seal Ball**.
Ronan's gaze flickered slightly, and he saw the **Red Lotus Staff** inside the sphere begin to reignite its flames. His ice sealing power was cracking, loosening. The staff was about to break free.
"Three second-tier resonance-powered domains, and they can't contain it?"
Ronan sighed inwardly.
Though the **Unmatched Ice Seal Formation** wasn't his trump card, it was still the fusion of two domains and the **Despair Ice Seal Ball**. Given his past opponents, he believed it should be enough to easily suppress someone at the level of **Igneous**.
Yet, against the **Ashen Witch**, this power seemed almost insignificant.
"On the one hand, it's the exceptional quality of the **Red Lotus Staff**."
"On the other hand, the **Ashen Witch**'s power is too terrifying."
From the mental energy fluctuations emanating from her, this witch girl, who appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen, had mental energy close to the level of the **Fourth-tier Dawn**.
Her mental power was even beginning to undergo elemental metamorphosis, making it feel like being burned by fire just by being near her.
Just this alone was far beyond any southern wizard talent Ronan had ever encountered.
Among the six major wizard factions, the strongest young wizard, Jupiter from the **Thunderclap Council**, was only mid-third-tier.
Compared to Morril, he was still far behind.
As the **Red Lotus Staff** in the **Unmatched Ice Seal Ball** began to vibrate more fiercely, Ronan slowly pushed the ice sphere forward, already considering using his modified **Tundra Seal Rune** power or activating his three-domain fusion **Hekartos' Death Gaze**.
In these three years, his strength had skyrocketed, and even he wasn't sure where his current combat limits lay.
Morril's strength was terrifying, but she made for a good opponent to test his methods, and to prepare for the upcoming **Heralm's Talent Seat competition**.
But just as he was thinking this, a massive explosion erupted unexpectedly in his ears.
Ronan raised his head sharply, seeing a mountain-like golden short leg tear through the air, accompanied by a terrifying thunderous roar, as it swiftly and forcefully swept toward him with terrifying force.
In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be filled with brilliant golden light.
"Boom!"
The layered **Unmatched Ice Seal Ball** instantly exploded, and the blazing **Red Lotus Staff** broke free.
The two forces, one on the left, one on the right, formed a combined attack, almost simultaneously aimed at Ronan
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Before Ronan could react, layers of metal enveloped his entire body. His hands pushed outward, and infinite frost gathered, rapidly forming a large ice crystal energy shield. However, the next instant, it was completely engulfed by the red and golden light.
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