Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 194 - 111 Dual Magic Domains Stacking, I’ve Been Waiting for This Moment for a Long Time (Please support with Monthly tickets!)_3

Chapter 194: Chapter 111 Dual Magic Domains Stacking, I’ve Been Waiting for This Moment for a Long Time (Please support with Monthly tickets!)_3

In an instant, scales of metallic armor coalesced around Travis’s body, forming a massive Curved Moon Scythe, as countless shadows materialized out of thin air, weaving into a dense mass of dark clouds.

As if a crescent moon quietly emerged within the black clouds, its cold, ghostly light poured down like water.

The silver-white giant scythe released intense fluctuations of Energy Particles, cutting broad, black ripples through the air in complete silence, slashing viciously towards Ronan.

The power of Travis’s Extraordinary Magic Realm, shrouded around him, fully erupted.

Merely at first contact, it smoothly slashed open Ronan’s Despair Domain.

With a spiritual strength at least ten times greater than Ronan’s, combined with the inherent might of Second-tier Magic, Travis’s magical attack—despite Ronan’s doubled-up Power of Magic Domain—could not be directly resisted.

The wind and snow spiraling around Ronan suddenly split apart, the slashing gale blowing his white, fragmented hair from his forehead, yet he seemed to see nothing, his eyes still holding a calmness more stable than an iceberg, deep blue to their utmost.

Ronan gently leaned forward, his Dual Swords crossed, moving swiftly forwards in a cutting stance to meet the giant Curved Moon Scythe head-on.

Just a second before clashing with the scythe, two surges of deep blue Flames, like twisters, rose from the swords, enveloping Ronan...

"Clang——"

A crystal-clear metallic collision echoed.

The slanting Curved Moon Giant Scythe trembled slightly, as though its momentum, set to cut through everything, was abruptly halted, with the black fog enshrouding it dissipating in masses.

Behind the Curved Moon Giant Scythe, Ronan’s figure quietly appeared; he did not stop, the Flame of Break Magic burning fiercely on his Demon Nightmare Dual Swords wrapped almost half his body in intensity.

With ease like cutting through brittle paper, he slashed through Travis’s Spiritual Field and Magic Domain Force Field, pressing on without any resistance, charging straight ahead.

"The third type of Extraordinary Magic Domain Power?!"

Down below in the spectator seats, a Magic Ring Wizard abruptly tightened his grip on the armrest of his metallic chair, his pupils flickering as he slowly spoke out: "Effect: Break Magic."

Travis watched Ronan’s figure grow increasingly larger before his eyes, the gleam from several Rings on his fingers, together with the Black Diamond Earrings on his ears, all shining faintly.

Layers of protective Spells started to form, enchanting themselves around him.

Yet, just as quickly, they were broken through, layer by layer, by the silver sword points wrapped in deep blue flames...

Travis’s pupils rapidly contracted, reflecting the intensifying deep blue approaching him; his expression contorted, suddenly turning ferocious.

A crystal-like core of spiritual power within his mind began to vibrate violently.

With a silent roar, Travis unleashed his Level 2 Wizard’s spiritual power, unrestrained at this moment.

Pure spiritual power stirred up an invisible, terrifying storm in the Void, a tsunami; from within, Travis erupted with an unparalleled blinding "light"!

This was the most direct, purest method of a Wizard, a barbaric assault on the spiritual plane, a clash and contest of raw strength.

No Wizard would choose such a method of combat; even if victorious, their spiritual power would be greatly damaged.

But at this time, what Travis desired was victory alone, to make his opponent hesitate, fear, and retreat... to snatch that fleeting moment of respite to recall the Curved Moon Giant Scythe!

Under the extreme blossoming of the spiritual "light", the youth’s figure seemed indeed to be pushed back.

But before Travis could feel even a sliver of relief,

The next instant...

A long, slender hand suddenly reached out, directly tearing through the thick, almost solidified Spiritual Field around Travis, and then viciously grasped his neck!

When a Wizard, up close, has his neck seized,

No matter how prestigious his former identity, how strong his powers... his dignity and authority crumble completely.

Travis’s expression turned extremely unsightly as he vainly attempted to pry off the tight grip on his neck with both hands but to no avail.

He also tried to summon Spells, but his forehead was firmly locked by a sharp and cold force.

He still wanted to struggle, but that hand already pulled him in close.

Travis was faced with a pair of profound, crystal-clear, deep blue eyes; the owner of these eyes pointed the silver, hazy Longsword at him, and while looking into his eyes, he spoke calmly, word by word: "Look, Travis, this is the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel you wanted."

"But can you... grasp it?"

Travis’s struggling ceased in an instant, and he stood frozen for a moment... then the light in his eyes rapidly faded.