Could this be the effect of a Seal?
A Second-level Wizard grasping Level 1 Law Domain Resonance can be considered impressive, but in this competition that gathers the top geniuses from the Six Great Forces, there are quite a few capable of this feat.
But to comprehend three types at once, all reaching the realm of Level 1 Law Domain Resonance... that’s a bit too outrageous.
"As far as I know, he also possesses another Extraordinary Magic Domain Power that’s nearly at Second Stage Resonance..."
Caroni spoke softly, while Archiduo shook his head and uttered, "Monster."
While the crowd below was still shocked by Ronan’s seemingly effortless mastery of Level 1 Resonance Magic Domains, Damian on the Arena had already snapped out of his dazed state.
"Quantity can’t make up for the discrepancy in quality... If what you’ve comprehended now is at the Second Rank, perhaps you might be able to contend with me..."
Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and rune patterns lit up continuously on his hands and cheeks.
"[Bloodthirst],[Frenzy],[Parasite]..[Natural Protection]!"
He raised his arms above his head, and a hazy golden light bloomed between them, while the breath of an Extraordinary Magic Domain that had also reached Level 1 Resonance emanated from his body.
On the Arena, those golden filaments that had been temporarily repelled by the Ice Frost and Magic Domain aura now rapidly expanded and turned red, each wrapped in a dense Magic Domain aura.
Empowered by numerous Seals and the Level 1 Resonance Magic Domain, the filaments transformed into "Bloodthirsty Pythons," each becoming incredibly ferocious, effortlessly tearing through the air and stirring up a terrifying energy maelstrom.
Countless dense filaments darted towards Ronan, and in a single encounter, they shattered several Spells that were surrounding him into utter disarray.
Yet, Ronan’s expression remained unchanged as he extended his hand in a gripping motion.
"Twenty-seven Magic Anchors, Nine Law Domains stacked, Tundra Domain...."
"[Deep Cold... Freeze]!"
In an instant, all the Spells around him, whether Natural Summoned or Mirror Light Cloned, exploded at once.
They turned into the purest Ice Frost energy, constructing a horrifyingly unprecedented Force Field Domain, which then rapidly expanded in all directions...
At this moment, the entire Arena and the surrounding spectator stands were plunged from late autumn straight into the depths of winter in an instant.
An indescribably terrifying Deep Cold current spread from Ronan’s body in all directions, freezing countless attacking Bloodthirst filaments in mid-air.
It was as if everything was frozen.
Void, light, distance, time...
Around Ronan, a nearly two-kilometer radius space abruptly became a separate chunk of Ice Crystal amber, within which all things were frozen still.
A clear, melodious sound of metal rang out within the amber, and a silver-white metal spear appeared in Ronan’s hand. Under the prompting of his fingers, it pierced through layers of Ice Frost and shot towards the immobile Damian straight ahead.
Ronan heard the sound of Ice shattering, with the powerful aura of a Level 3 Wizard stirring within the cold.
His gaze shifted slightly, and his figure immediately chased after the spear, darting forward at high speed.
Clutching the spear shaft, his terrifying Physical Power poured into it, preparing to deliver a thunderous blow to Damian, who was about to break free.
Damian burst out of the ice ensconced in radiance, but his figure rapidly retreated in the direction below the Arena.
From a distance, Damian looked at Ronan, his deceivingly childlike face revealing a strange and unfathomable expression, while his mouth uttered a deliberate sound of "shock and unwillingness."
Ronan quietly halted, standing on the intersecting web of Ice Frost veins, holding the spear in one hand, his hair fluttering.
Beneath his seemingly calm face, a tumultuous torrent of surprise and perplexity churned in his heart.
Damian clearly still had strength to spare...
Why would he intentionally lose to himself?!