Wizard Bloodline

Facing Ronan's Unmatched Freeze Sphere, the pinnacle of ice spell domains, Clemens' pale blue eyes showed not the slightest ripple. The massive spinning ice sphere, carrying a terrifying aura of despair and cold, roared forward, freezing vast swathes of air in its path, leaving a trail of frost.

A gentle breeze lifted Clemens' light brown hair, yet he did nothing but take a single step forward.

"Boom—"

An immensely powerful transcendent domain field burst forth from Clemens.

Countless free energy particles in the air converged, instantly forming a hemispherical cyan crystal barrier.

The massive ice sphere smashed into the cyan crystal barrier with a resounding crash, unleashing a powerful energy shockwave.

Streams of deep blue and cyan light overflowed, the forces of two transcendent domains clashing fiercely, producing sharp, ear-piercing sounds.

Clemens calmly continued to walk forward, an invisible and terrifying presence emanating from within him.

With each step, he grew more dazzling, and the ice sphere crumbled bit by bit against the cyan energy barrier.

He became increasingly radiant, pressing forward against Ronan's Unmatched Freeze Sphere, step by step.

The fearsome transcendent domain energy surrounding him crushed everything. When the weakened ice sphere finally shattered under the force, dispersing into countless streams of blue and white, Clemens shone with unparalleled brilliance.

Three suns!

Ronan saw three overlapping suns on Clemens!

These were the lights of three mental crystals belonging to a late second-level wizard.

Countless free wind energy particles swirled around Clemens, spontaneously forming a pale cyan hurricane, a dense tornado rising skyward.

Ronan's Despair Domain was riddled with holes, the cold aura utterly defeated.

This was the realm of wind, and Clemens was the king walking within it!

"The mental power gap is nearly a hundredfold. The 'four-domain' Unmatched Freeze Sphere can't even break through the casual energy barrier he summoned... The gap is too vast..."

Thoughts churned in Ronan's mind as he watched Clemens approach, taking a deep breath. A fierce white flame silently ignited on his body, distorting the surrounding light, collapsing the air.

[Immaculate Body], the ultimate physical power!

Ronan raised his twin swords, his billowing robe outlining his lithe, perfect form, white hair dancing, blue eyes locked on Clemens... A more intense battle intent ignited within him.

"Stop making these futile attempts."

Clemens' indifferent gaze swept over Ronan, speaking calmly, "You should know the difference between us.

I came for your domain resonance technique.

That's all I want to see."

"Is that so?"

Demon Tungsten transformed into twin swords in Ronan's hands, the sword tips glowing with dispelling flames.

"Then follow my lead."

With that, Ronan's form vanished, leaving only a faint, almost invisible afterimage.

Clemens frowned, catching the piercing, sharp sound of air tearing.

"Rip!—"

The gateway to Clemens' wind realm was breached, massive hurricanes silently torn apart, as if something had cleaved them, leaving a straight vacuum trail.

This trail extended in the blink of an eye to Clemens' external energy shield.

With a thunderous crash, the crystalline energy shield burst open, a blurred white figure plunging into the solid domain, piercing through with a blue edge, breaking through layers of domain obstacles.

A glint flashed in Clemens' lapis-like eyes as he raised a hand.

The transcendent domain force before him coalesced, transforming into a translucent, crescent-shaped deep cyan wind blade, launching forward to meet the white lightning-like figure.

"Boom! Crack!"

The massive deep cyan wind blade shattered, exploding into countless crystalline fragments.

But the figure shrouded in blazing white flame was pushed back a few steps.

Before it could regain footing, the second, third, and countless wind blades shot towards it under Clemens' command.

"[Airflow Mastery]!"

Clemens extended his right hand towards the figure, surrounded by countless powerful wind blades, forcing it to fully reveal itself, fingers spread wide.

Under his immense mental control, the hurricanes in the sky obeyed, twisting into solid wind beams, like cyan serpents coiling around the figure.

"Your power is impressive, and your speed is swift..."

Clemens spoke indifferently, watching the figure seemingly struggling, "But no speed surpasses the speed of wind forming, or a late second-level wizard's mental speed. Close combat can bully ordinary wizards, but against true powerhouses... it's a joke."

"Boom!"

A terrifying heat wave erupted like a volcano, white and blue flames intertwining, the coiling wind beams and myriad crystalline wind blades shattered under the sudden force, dispersing as a fierce gale.

"Whoosh—"

Breaking through countless wind spells, Ronan slowly lowered his twin swords, exhaling softly, his blue gaze meeting Clemens' calmly.

Clemens was right.

While [Immaculate Body] was powerful, it was purely physical, a close combat method, too limited.

Against ordinary wizards, it could crush with brute force, but against opponents like Clemens, far stronger... it struggled.

"But ultimately..."

Ronan's eyes glowed, "It's about not being strong enough.

If physical strength only excels in a crushing state... then stay in a crushing state."

"[Whisper of the Wind]!"

Clemens' calm voice, mingling with powerful energy wave, reached from afar, Ronan's eyes flashing, charging with raised sword.

"Clemens hasn't used his full strength."

"The gap is too big, an entire major realm apart. Even if Ronan is a spell prodigy, he's no match for Clemens!"

"Why hasn't Ronan used his domain resonance technique?"

"Perhaps he fears the battle will end immediately once used. Opportunities to face a top genius like Clemens are rare."

The Ring wizards watching commented on the ongoing battle.

To them, the outcome was predetermined from the start.

The battle's duration depended on Clemens' grace and patience.

Once Clemens' patience ran out... the fight would end.

Everyone knew this.

Clemens accepted Ronan's "challenge," not because he defeated Lanny. Even if the second-ranked genius of the Seventh Ring challenged Clemens, he might not respond.

He chose Ronan's challenge solely because Ronan understood domain resonance. That's all.

"Maybe Clemens is close to domain resonance too, seeking inspiration from battling Ronan the prodigy for a breakthrough."

Some speculated, many agreeing.

But soon, facts would crush this theory.

"Enough!"

Clemens' calm voice, tinged with coldness, rang out.

All winds instantly stilled.

Yet they did not vanish, suspended around Clemens, densely packed, like bows ready to release.

"I didn't leave the tower to play your tedious games."

Clemens locked eyes on the figure shrouded in white flame, extending his right hand, deep cyan runic lines glowing like plant veins, emerging from his robe, swiftly extending down his smooth arm to his palm.

"If you won't use your domain resonance... I'll help you."

As Clemens finished, the glowing runes reached his right index fingertip.

With a burst of dense deep cyan light from Clemens' fingertip, waves of energy, tenfold more potent, surged forth like a flood.

In an instant, the space transformed into a world of wind!

Limitless, ceaseless air currents, an ocean of wind energy particles...

In the sky, the currents formed a massive hand, radiant with flowing light, intricately patterned like the purest lapis lazuli.

At its appearance, every watching wizard felt as if they would be torn apart, a suffocating terror overwhelming them.

"Domain resonance!? This is domain resonance power!"

A wizard exclaimed, retreating in excitement and disarray.

"Clemens had mastered domain resonance long ago. Accepting Ronan's challenge was a whim!"

Everyone's hearts shook, yet they couldn't help but feel awe and reverence for Clemens, crowned with the cyan hand, surrounded by pale cyan currents, like a sky ruler.

Clemens' domain resonance, wielded by a late second-level wizard, was ten times more daunting than Ronan's Rainbow River.

Domain resonance... late second-level power...

This was the true brilliance of Clemens, the Seventh Ring's top genius!

"A segment of domain resonance. [Hand of Aeonilo]."

Clemens looked down at Ronan expressionlessly, speaking calmly, "If you won't use your domain resonance... prepare for injury.

No one toys with me."

His eyes glinted with coldness, locking onto a nearby figure, the sky above entwined with hurricanes and the deep cyan hand descending rapidly.

Aeonilo was a legendary wind creature, capable of tearing through any storm.

Under the pressure of this mythical hand, the void seemed to collapse, light compressed, dimming...

The collapsing, compressing air was tenfold heavier than pre-storm low pressure.

Suffocation, dimming light, pain like a thousand knives cutting...

Ronan tilted his head up, squinting at the descending hand, his robe flapping wildly in the fierce wind, like a tattered flag.

"So this is the power of domain resonance... Facing it as an opponent is indeed terrifying..."

Ronan murmured, yet his eyes seemed to grow brighter.

"Perfect... under such pressure, the move I envisioned might truly be realized."

With that, Ronan inhaled.

He closed his eyes, disregarding the descending threat.

The blazing white flame around him faded, as if surrendering all resistance.

His slender form, under the deep cyan descent, dimming, and fierce winds, seemed like a reed ready to be uprooted and crushed.

Yet only Ronan knew his current effort—

Within his robust body, the massive white light sphere at his core was compressed inward by his mental power.

This was a unique technique Ronan devised for [Immaculate Body] after his mind developed.

By compressing vitality to the limit, then releasing it, the resulting burst of power could exceed [Immaculate Body]'s normal activation tenfold, even more!

After forming this concept, Ronan only attempted it a few times, never fully testing it.

Firstly, testing nearly depleted his vitality—too costly.

Secondly, external pressure was insufficient; his late first-level mental power couldn't achieve the ultimate compression he envisioned.

Now, under the immense pressure of Clemens' domain resonance, all conditions aligned perfectly!

The process was remarkably smooth.

The large white light sphere within his chest, initially head-sized, quickly shrank to the size of a fist, then a pigeon's egg, growing denser, smaller.

In moments, a thumb-sized, nearly solid white sphere, crackling with lightning-like filaments, formed within Ronan.

No further compression was possible, having reached an extreme.

Ronan sensed the unprecedented power within the white sphere, "A lake condensed in a palm"—a concentration of immense vitality!

"Compressed to the limit... now to release."

With a mix of expectation and trepidation, Ronan withdrew his nearing-perfect mental power.

Without its restraint...

"Pop—"

Something within Ronan seemed to burst.

Clemens' domain resonance hand was mere meters away...

Then.

Ronan's eyes shot open, blue pupils emitting beams of solid white light.

His handsome face twisted with pain, veins like cords bulging, becoming grotesque.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Sounds of flesh stretching, joints cracking emanated from Ronan.

He expanded rapidly like a balloon, his body bursting from his robe, dense white light erupting from every pore, intertwining into lightning.

His cropped white hair grew swiftly...

"Boom!"

As Clemens' [Hand of Aeonilo] descended, a burst of energy light exploded.

Observing wizards, in their blurred vision, vaguely saw—a several-meter-tall, fierce giant figure, white hair trailing, silently roaring at the sky.

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