Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 173 - 103: Silver Mist Dual Swords, Elegant Ice Dragon, Battle Level 2_3

Chapter 173: Chapter 103: Silver Mist Dual Swords, Elegant Ice Dragon, Battle Level 2_3

He slowly lifted and smashed the block of ice, which encapsulated an entire Brain-eating Flower, onto the ground beside his feet.

"Boom!"

After performing this action, the Arm Bracelet wrapped around the young man’s right arm flowed like mercury into his left and right hands, transforming into twin swords over a meter long, shrouded in Silver Mist.

Following that, he slightly lifted his head and squinted at the Green-eyed Wizard and the middle-aged bald Wizard in the sky, calmly saying, "Perfect, let me see... just what a Second-level existence is like."

After speaking,

Everyone watched breathlessly as the youth holding the dual swords suddenly soared into the air, his blades igniting with a deep blue Flame of Break Magic, looking like an Elegant Ice Dragon that had just escaped from the frozen tundra below and soared straight towards the two Second-level Wizards...

....

"Huff—"

With every breath Ronan exhaled, he felt the burning war intent in his chest grow more intense.

With the Proficiency level of 157 points in Ascetic Body Refinement, the Pure Body now unlocked, the sense of composure and immense strength that allowed him to completely dominate his own fate was more than tenfold stronger than before.

Inside him seemed to nurture a white volcano, exhaling scorching lava with every breath he took.

Before unlocking the Pure Body, the Spiritual Fields released by the two Second-level Wizards felt like solid stones pressing uncomfortably against his entire body.

Now, however, they were as soft and fragile as tofu.

Clear Sky Realm activated, and with Master Level Basic Swordsmanship in motion, beneath the azure blue sky, Ronan locked onto the middle-aged bald Wizard and pulled a long shadow in midair, shooting towards his target like lightning.

The middle-aged Wizard felt Ronan’s swiftly approaching aura and his face slightly changed; the metallic Magic Wand in his hand moved rapidly, and countless silver-white metals shot out from beneath his Magic Robe, quickly solidifying into a huge metal sphere.

Strands of golden runes shone on the surface of the metal sphere, emitting waves of terrifying Energy Particles.

This was the power belonging to a Second-tier Spell, its sheer force causing ripples in the Void resembling a watery surface, even before it fully erupted.

Ronan narrowed his eyes; the Demon Nightmare Dual Swords in his hands crossed, with the Flame of Break Magic wrapped around the blades dancing like intertwined blue serpents.

He headed directly towards the Spell’s energy emanating from the metal sphere, opening his Despair Domain, with layers upon layers of Ice Frost armor forming translucent Armor around him.

Accompanied by a short syllable chant from the middle-aged Wizard, the runic metal sphere exploded with a bang, the blinding light nearly preventing Ronan from seeing anything.

Instantaneously, the surge of Energy Particles felt like a roaring tsunami coming head-on.

"Crack crack crack—"

Ronan could almost hear the sound of each layer of ice armor formed under the Despair Domain being shattered and broken.

’Despair Domain, this kind of area-of-effect Extraordinary Magic Domain, is far too weak at the Second-level battles, both in terms of the impact of despair on mental will and the harm of icy power to the flesh... Without the second Ice Based Extraordinary Magic Domain’s reinforcement, the potency is slightly off-beat...’

Ronan thought to himself, yet his consciousness was as calm as an Ice Lake, his dual swords swinging.

With the combat conscious from Master Level Clear Sky Realm, he seemed to be able to sense every trajectory and thread of the energy whirlpool before him, catching every vulnerability.

Master Level Basic Swordsmanship endowed Ronan with supreme control, with the Flame of Break Magic blazing pathways, he moved like a silverfish finding gaps in the torrent, swimming upstream....

This was but a momentary event.

"Crackling!"

Ronan, holding dual swords, emerged from the center of the spell’s explosion, "breaking through the waves," with the metal shards splattering onto him like rain, making a series of dense noises but barely leaving any trace of injury.

After unlocking Pure Body, both his physical defenses and Spell resistance skyrocketed; the remnants of the metallic Spell trying to harm him were entirely futile.

The middle-aged bald Wizard witnessing this scene almost had his eyeballs pop out from their sockets, his face showing extreme shock and disbelief.

"This is impossible?!"

Yet the only answer for him was the silvery dual swords wrapped in blue flames.

"Shining Robe!"

The middle-aged Wizard roared, the scattered, splintered silver metals converging once more, forming a huge metallic shield.

However, as the shield materialized, a tremendous force slammed into it immediately.

"Boom!"

The newly formed metallic shield dented abruptly in the middle, followed by the sharp, piercing sound of ripping metal.

The silver shield was quickly torn apart from the middle, Ronan holding the dual swords slowly stepped through.

Bolstered by the Proficiency level of 177 points of Power of Break Magic and the effects of Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel + Silverization Seal, even Second-level Defense Magic was as fragile as thin paper under Ronan’s swords.

"So you deem the Brain-eating Flower so valuable? Even if it means suffering heavy wounds, you must obtain it?"

Ronan spoke indifferently, looking at the middle-aged bald Wizard before him.

The latter’s face shifted rapidly and after half a second, he suddenly rose into the air and fled swiftly into the distance.

"Whoosh!"

Watching the middle-aged bald Wizard depart, Ronan suddenly turned around with a calm expression and swung his sword in a backhand slice.

The horrifying physical might of Pure Body at a Proficiency level of 157 points, in addition to Power of Break Magic and the Magic Domain, allowed Ronan to slash out a massive crescent-shaped blue light blade.

Clashing with a burst of glowing light, it exploded with terrifying wave of energy.

The wild winds blew disorderly around Ronan, his white hair flying in disarray, his body bathed in a surging cold aura, his dual swords casually tapping, ringing clear as bells.

His eyes settled on a strong figure in the distance with grey whiskers and green eyes, Ronan spoke with a flat tone, "Now... it’s just the two of us."

Hearing this, the Green-eyed Second-level Wizard’s expression turned increasingly grim.