In the dense and immense shadows, Ronan saw a gloomy and deep figure slowly emerge.
A young man walked out of the darkness.
Stepping on the air, he moved towards him step by step.
A slight disturbance occurred among the crowd watching around the square, and the Magic Ring Wizards were discussing.
"He wants the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel..."
"He really aspires to be in the top ten spots.."
Ronan heard the whispers, everyone mentioned the same name, every spell light screen projected Travis’s figure, the arena "Arena" was also the best spot reserved for him.
This stage was specifically built for Travis.
Everyone’s focus was on Travis, observing his gaze’s ultimate point, measuring the distance he wanted to cover, guessing the ambition he was now displaying...
As for his first step, what he was about to step on... no one would notice.
Ronan’s eyes flickered, his expression calmly flying into the "Arena".
In the viewing seats, a bald man with a black mole on his nose sitting on a floating metal throne shifted his gaze from the "spotlight" Travis, and uttered a slightly surprised voice when he saw his opponent.
"Do you know this Level 1?"
Someone glanced over.
The bald brawny man leaned back into the metal seat, chuckling with a sneer, "A kid with decent talent, it was me who handled his entry-level test...
But unfortunately, he chose to mingle with Benny, wanting to be someone else’s stepping stone!"
The Wizard who got the answer turned his head back with no significant fluctuation on his face.
Even the name Benny had already become a thing of the past... let alone a trivial character related to it.
On the other side, Wizard Basil, also paying attention to everything, gently stroked the scar on his left cheek, an inexplicable gleam flashing in his eyes.
After this battle, Travis will fulfill his wish, and he too will get his wish.
The "intelligence" exchanged for resources, could completely heal the old scars on his face.
Ronan slightly tilted his head.
The duel "Arena" had no ground, Travis stood in the air at a higher position than him, right under the rune formation light membrane.
Wisps of black emitted from Travis, a Second-level Wizard’s powerful Spiritual Field enveloped the entire duel "Arena".
’Better than those two guys.’
Ronan silently compared Travis with the Level 2 Green-eyed Wizard and the middle-aged balding Wizard he had previously fought.
The most prominent feature of a Second-level Wizard is the "crystallization" of spiritual power, further enhancing the Soul Seal.
After Level 2, each minute advancement for a wizard becomes much more difficult than before, hence the disparity between each becomes even more evident.
A strange trembling sound rose.
Ronan looked up, saw above Travis’s Magic Robe, myriad metal scales flew out, emitting smoke-like black mist, swirling around Travis like a swarm of insects, eventually gathering behind him like peculiar and enormous wings.
Powerful energy fluctuations transmitted from Travis’s body, merging with the Level 2 Spiritual Field, enveloping the gazes from all directions... mixing into a unique "force" belonging only to him, completely taking over the arena, as if becoming the sole sovereign of this space.
"Shadow Stone Alloy is not a pure metal material..."
Travis stretched out his hand, looking at his palm, the black metal scales in his hand shifting into various shapes.
"Regardless as a medium for Metal Magic, or for Dark Magic energy conduction... it falls short by more than a little compared to Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel..."
Travis spoke calmly, not as if speaking to Ronan, but as if to himself.
"Even the effect of the [Silverization] Seal, isn’t fully converted..."
Silver white rune patterns lit up on Travis’s pale neck.
He lifted his hand, as if releasing a flock of pigeons, "released" the metal scales spinning in his palm.
Including those behind him, all of the densely packed scale-like metals flew away from him.
These metal pieces in mid-air were coated layer by layer with silver-white, then rapidly assembled, converging into giant crescent shaped scythes.
A large amount of Dark Free Energy Particles converged in the air, forming a thick black mist spreading...
The terrifying Magic Energy Field spread, dozens of silver-white Crescent Scythes vaguely visible within the rapidly spreading black mist, resembling a fierce and dangerous monster, silently waving its sharp claws hidden in the shadows.
In just a few breaths’ time, the entire duel "Arena" was completely covered in shadows.
Travis stood above the shadows, all the silver scythes hidden within the shadows pointing in one direction—the center where Ronan stood, silently exuding a piercing sharpness.
Yet, he did not rush to make a move.
"This Spell, if conducted through Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel... its power could be at least thirty percent greater."
Travis was now speaking to Ronan.
He stood high, his gaze indifferently overlooking Ronan, slowly taking a step forward.
Under Travis’s feet, the shadows began to churn, energy surging, the vaguely visible Crescent Scythes all hidden within the shadows, the dangerous air in the atmosphere rising sharply...