As she finished uttering all the syllables, the Fairy Girl looked at Ronan with tender eyes that seemed to gaze at a lover, then gently kissed the tip of Ronan’s nose...
After the kiss, the Fairy Girl suddenly exploded into a Light Ball and swiftly burrowed into Ronan’s forehead.
In an instant, Ronan felt as if some contract had been fulfilled at that moment, and his soul power actually experienced a certain degree of increase.
Just as he furrowed his brow in confusion, Ronan suddenly discovered that within a roughly five-meter radius around him, those originally randomly drifting mysterious Light Points were actively fluttering towards him like moths to a flame, merging into his body one after another.
During this process, Ronan clearly sensed... his soul power was slowly increasing bit by bit.
"Is this the benefit that Orian mentioned... about staying here as long as possible?!"
Realizing this, Ronan’s eyes suddenly burst with an extraordinary glow.
Soul power is the foundation of everything, and any means or methods that can increase soul power are extremely precious to a wizard, especially for him at the moment.
"The last portion of soul power I need to advance from Level 2 to Level 3 might be completed here..."
Ronan took a deep breath and swiftly moved around the garden.
His speed was so fast that he pulled blurry afterimages in the air, constantly shifting his position.
Moments later, nearly all the floating Light Points in the garden had been absorbed by him.
At this point, Ronan noticed that faint wisps of gray smoke started to emerge from his body, thin like the wispy smoke produced by burning dry leaves.
Ronan was unclear about what this was, but there was no doubt it was related to the Fairy being who had exploded and established some kind of contract with him.
He guessed this could be one of the rules of the combat competition, and perhaps he would find out what exactly it represented later on.
When Ronan had "captured" all the Light Points in the entire garden, his soul power grew once more, and the thin smoke emanating from him thickened; it was then that he started to consider moving to a different place.
The garden’s entrance lay straight ahead, past a tranquil floral arrangement of four colors, Ronan saw a beautiful archway composed of lifelike stone-carved vines.
He habitually observed the patterns of the vines, and the moment he walked through the archway, it was as if looking into a mirror, seeing a shadow about twenty meters ahead in the same pose and expression as himself, frozen in place.
Ronan and the shadow locked eyes, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie stillness.
But in less than half a second, the shadow charged toward him.
"Ha ha, I didn’t expect to encounter a Second-level..."
A man with short stubble who looked close to middle age was laughing loudly while rapidly chanting a spell, holding a black wand in each hand, his body emanating faint magical fluctuations that surged quickly.
However, before he got very far, a figure appeared before him out of nowhere like a wraith.
The man’s pupils dilated, but his expression was a mix of shock and delight; he revealed a ferocious grin, as the wands in his hands violently struck together in front of his chest.
A powerful Spiritual Field unique to a Level 3 Wizard, a golden light ring made up of countless golden spikes, as well as a formidable Magic Domain Qi Mechanism, all three combined and rapidly expanded.
However, as the man approached, the figure whose entire body, even the face, was wrapped in silver metallic armor, leaving only a pair of deep blue eyes visible, didn’t even try to dodge.
He just coldly glanced at him and then his silver-white right hand was raised high, with clear, crystal-like viridescent Flames leaping from the edge of his arm.
Under the sunshine, silver-white and viridescent intertwined, the silver-armored person’s entire right arm shimmered like a sharp and revealed Silver Moon Saber.
Raised to the peak, and then...
Forcefully slashed down!
"[Break Magic - Light of Dissolution]!"
A cold voice rang out.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
The triply empowered golden thorn light ring shattered to pieces under the vertical slash of the intertwining silver-white and viridescent saber arm.
The man’s eyes bulged, his face showing disbelief.
His forward rush instantly turned to retreat, with waves of dense golden light spreading out from his body, accompanied by a Magic Domain Qi Mechanism as tumultuous as a mountain collapse or tidal wave.
Under the "Silver Moon Saber," it was as frail as sheets of paper thrown out to be cut at will.
The "Saber" drove straight through to the man’s vicinity, with no power able to stop it, and all energy and spells automatically dissolved upon contact with the "Blade."
The man’s face was filled with horror, seemingly finally realizing why a Second-level Wizard appeared here.
He tried to flee, but it was too late.
As the metallic arm came slashing to within less than ten centimeters of the man, the twining viridescent Flames had already thinned, and then the palm-shaped fingers suddenly spread open, forcefully pressing against the man’s face...
Two figures, one after the other, pulled blurry trails in the Void, accompanied by a series of air-squeezing explosive sounds, like firecrackers.
A dark silver metallic wall abruptly rose, the swiftly moving figure crashed straight into it, then with a "boom," the movement forcefully stopped...
Ronan slowly released his grip, expressionlessly looking at the unfamiliar wizard whose head was half pressed into the silver wall forged from Titanium.