The swirling snow gently brushed against Ronan’s face as he squinted slightly, a faint gleam flashing across his eyes.
Previously, when watching Gattuso and Orian’s battle from below, he merely felt that the two were stronger than ordinary Level 2s, but he couldn’t really grasp how much stronger.
Now, standing in the opponent’s position, he truly understood just how vast the difference between Level 2 and Level 3 was.
Even with the strong enhancement of [Land of Frost], his Mastery Level [Small Blizzard] could not inflict any damage on Damian. A casual Third Rank Defense Magic from the opponent was an impregnable iron wall.
Ronan didn’t probe further and pressed down with one hand, making a motion of drawing a sword from the void.
In an instant, countless mysterious energies flowed from between his spread fingers.
Below the vast arena, a mystic pattern similar to an ice frost hexagram appeared, and a giant vortex formed. Within the vortex, a gigantic pure white ice blade, twenty meters long, rapidly rose.
Like a forbidden weapon breaking its seal from ancient eras, it carried an aura capable of freezing and severing everything!
"Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance, [Ice Blade Skill—Extreme Frost Supreme Weapon]!"
Enhanced by the spell [Cold Voice], Ronan’s voice seemed to emanate from an ancient ice cave, carrying a soul-piercing chill.
With the double amplification from [Land of Frost] and the "Yarlis Ice Ring Necklace," his Ice Blade Skill was more than ten times stronger than the last time he used it.
The terrifying giant ice blade hovered in front of Ronan, as he appeared to grasp the hilt and slowly made a swinging cut towards Damian.
The giant ice blade swept through the void, stirring up endless cold winds, leaving a large, clear dark scar.
The wind fluttered Damian’s robe, and for the first time, his calm gaze flickered slightly, but he still showed little reaction.
"[Thorny Rose Silk]!"
Damian spread his arms, and the rune lights lit up in the palms of both hands.
Instantly, an infinite number of energy particles surged in the air. The golden powder previously scattered around by him expanded particle by particle, growing into large yellow flowers with white petals within less than half a breath, overcrowding almost every corner of the arena above and below.
The air was so rich with the scent of lilac that it was almost suffocating.
The dense mysterious white flowers released golden filaments from their stamens, which sprang into the air like living creatures, quickly entwining around the giant pure white ice blade.
The surrounding ice and cold seemed to have no effect on these filaments. Although the terrifying sharpness could sever them, more filaments continuously entwined around it, inexhaustibly.
In less than a breath’s time, Ronan’s giant ice blade became hindered, and the resonance from his Magic Domain seemed to be completely disrupted by those seemingly delicate but terrifying filaments.
Damian casually walked towards Ronan, not at all surprised by this outcome. He casually raised a hand, and more filaments grew, some of which sped towards Ronan, piercing the air with the speed of sharp, peerless arrows.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
Ronan rapidly retreated under the assault of countless golden filaments, shifting his form. One particularly swift filament pierced Ronan’s shoulder, which he couldn’t dodge in time.
Ronan’s pupils shrank as he saw the spot hit by the filament. The Ice Crystal Shoulder Armor was directly pierced, showing large cracks, and even the core runes were affected, their luster dimming.
"Just a single filament can damage the [Land of Frost] that had never been breached at the second tier level?"
With thoughts tumbling in his mind, Ronan took a deep breath, and the next moment...
A massive ice ball, filled with a thick Despair Aura, and numerous deep blue light columns like the Northern Lights, burst forth violently from around him.
"Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance, [Despair Frost Seal—Unrivaled Frost Seal Ball]!"
"Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance, [Frost Ray—Cold Ice Vein Prison]!"
Two massive Magic Domain auras forcefully pushed through the golden filaments about to close in on his body.
At this moment, three different Magic Domain energies fluctuated around Ronan, each reaching a Level 1 resonance.
Noise began to stir among the spectators.
This slight commotion escalated to a peak the next moment when Ronan made a lifting gesture with his hand.
"[Multiple Mirror Light]! Triple Reprint!"
The [Multiple Mirror Light] seal flickered, and in the vast arena, the original pure white ice blades suddenly broke free from the filaments’ bindings, splitting into three.
The other two spells that reached Level 1 resonance also split into three accordingly.
Instantly, three giant pure white ice blades, three orbs filled with endless despair, and numerous densely packed aurora-like veins surrounded Ronan.
Ronan stood in mid-air, his long hair wildly dancing, his presence peerless and unrivaled for a moment.
At this moment, not only Damian slightly changed color as an opponent, but many people in the spectator seats were also heavily impacted and shocked, with some even standing up from their seats in disbelief.
On the Silver Magic Ring side, Caroni and Archiduo were both momentarily stunned by this scene.
"Three kinds of Magic Domain powers, each reaching a Level 1 resonance?"