Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 193 - 111: Dual Magic Domains Stacking, I’ve Been Waiting for This Moment for a Long Time (Requesting Guaranteed Monthly Ticket!)_2

Chapter 193: Chapter 111: Dual Magic Domains Stacking, I’ve Been Waiting for This Moment for a Long Time (Requesting Guaranteed Monthly Ticket!)_2

Suddenly, his calm tone became chillingly cold, as if long-suppressed emotions transformed into exploding torrents of icy streams surging forth.

"For this moment, I have waited far too long!"

The moment his words fell, dozens of strands of cold gleaming light suddenly shone amongst the shadows enveloping the Arena.

Dozens of Crescent Metal Scythes, charged to their peak, wrapped in rolling black mist, simultaneously emerged from the shadows, silently slashing towards the position where Ronan stood, ripping out dozens of long, silvery-white traces in the Void...

"It’s over."

Not just Travis, but many of the Magic Ring Wizards watching this duel also had the same thought cross their minds.

Some people had already diverted their gaze from the Arena, beginning to gauge the increase in Travis’s power after this battle, pondering the probabilities in a future confrontation...

Yet just as everyone thought the dust had settled, a torrent of immense spiritual power suddenly descended from the high skies.

The elderly Level 3 Wizard in charge of orchestrating this selection duel for the battle cast a faint glance towards Travis’s stage, a slight shift in his gaze, and the giant silver bat by his side, as if receiving some instruction, opened its mouth toward the direction of the Arena and spat out a vast white Energy Beam, the Rune Formation comprising the Arena, upon being infused with the beam’s energy, was visibly thickening at a rapid pace...

Located within the Rune Formation, Travis’s expression suddenly changed.

He opened his arms wide, unleashing a tremendous surge of spiritual power.

But before he could make any move or react, the rapidly contracting shadows on the Arena abruptly stilled, and the boiling black fog seemed to solidify.

"Crack—"

The sound of something shattering.

The next second.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a thunderous booming sound, the frozen mass of shadow at the center of the Arena suddenly exploded, with a torrent of snow-white and countless deep blue hues spilling out and covering the sky.

The terrible chill fiercely swept across the energy barrier at the edge of the Arena, stirring up ripple after ripple of shock.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, followed by a disbelief as they witnessed—

The large Void Arena, now wrapped in the luminous film of the rune patterns, had starkly transformed into a blue and white "Ice Ball."

Countless frosty Ice Crystals, small and large, hung in the air across every inch of the Arena, while the dozens of Crescent Metal Scythes were fixed in mid-air, completely covered and frozen by layers of ice, resembling a sort of special decoration hanging on a wall.

And at the center of this extreme chill stood a youth, the "source," standing quietly.

Surrounded by a plethora of snow and ice, deep blue streams of cold flowed like glacier veins from beneath him, weaving across the entire Arena space like a spider web.

Numerous mystical energies intertwined around the youth, forming two Extraordinary Magic Domain force fields, their presence spreading outwards, lightly lifting the hem of the youth’s Magic Robe. It instantly penetrated through the luminous film of the Rune Formation, sweeping across the entire Battle Square...

"Swish!"

"Swish, swish!"

At this moment, who knows how many High Ring Wizards, originally sitting comfortably or lazily on their metal seats, suddenly straightened up, uttering in shock and emotion.

"Dual Magic Domains... Stacking?!"

"Dual Magic Domains Stacking?"

At this moment, all of Travis’s arrogance and composure had completely vanished.

His face turned unsightly as he took a short breath, his eyes quickly darkened, followed by... a force field of Extraordinary Magic Domain Power, also woven from numerous mystical energies, slowly diffused from within his body, confronting the omnipresent chill with equal presence.

Ronan, however, paid no heed to Travis’s actions. He just looked at Travis and then calmly said, "I can understand your feelings because, for this moment... I’ve also waited a long time."

Having said that, Ronan’s figure disappeared, soaring up abruptly like an Elegant Ice Dragon.

His silver-gray Magic Robe fluttered in the wind and snow, and Ronan appeared at the same altitude as Travis. The silver-white Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel flowed down like water, forming the shape of twin swords in the palm of his hands.

"Burst!"

Travis, with a cold expression, chanted a short syllable, and the dozens of Crescent Scythes frozen by the Ice Frost instantly exploded together, transforming back into countless silver-white metal scales that swiftly returned to his side.

Travis began rapidly chanting spells, his powerful Spiritual Field and Power of Magic Domain spreading outwards, where it passed the ice and snow quickly melted, the chill dispelled... The Combat Arena, which was almost entirely dominated by frost, started to incrementally return under Travis’s control.

As Travis chanted, Ronan also moved.

Holding the twin swords, he walked towards Travis, and the Despair Domain established with the Dual Ice Extraordinary Magic Domain Power as an anchor point underwent Transformation to an elevated form.

The Proficiency level of [Absolute Frost Seal] had already grown a lot from before, and alongside [Cold Ice Veins], with a Proficiency level that was not low either, the elements of despair and extreme cold intertwined within the Domain, elevating the degree of chilliness to an unprecedented height.

Everywhere it passed, even the air was frozen into imperceptible particulate form.

The space of the Combat Arena was not vast, with Ronan continually moving forward, the Despair Domain collided fiercely with the force field released by Travis.

The two breaths of energy battled fiercely, compressing distorted shapes into each other in the Void.

And clearly, Ronan’s Dual Magic Domains Stacking Despair Domain was taking the upper hand, the space under Travis’s control being constantly compressed, crumbling bit by bit...

"[Dark Curtain]! [Shadow Harvest]!"

With Travis’s force field space squeezed to a considerably narrow extent, his spellcasting came to an end, and black rune patterns alarmingly lit up on one previously pale, cold cheek.