Wizard Bloodline

"Galbi, how is your research on the Tri-Mirror Purification Array progressing? Any groundbreaking developments?"

In the void near the Silver Tower, an old white-bearded wizard, wearing a pointed wizard hat and a luxurious robe, stood casually.

Around him were several indistinct figures, appearing like blurred projections cast by light, murmuring in low voices.

"There are still a few critical runes that need perfecting, and the relevant knowledge I have for reference is scarce..."

"After the ancient wizard faction withdrew from the Mirror Court, they left no systematic legacy. All research into spatial and mirror spells relies on later scholars analyzing and deducing runes. It's unavoidable."

Someone gently comforted, "Don't worry. When the core area of the Mirror Court fully opens, new runes and artifacts will surely emerge, resolving your issues."

The white-bearded wizard, called Galbi, shook his head. "That's true, but how much valuable information will reach us?"

"Then wait for opportunities to exchange."

A raspy voice, indistinguishable by gender, whispered, seemingly bypassing the group to converse privately with Galbi.

The wizard's eyes flickered with light, his lips murmuring rapidly and subtly.

"Buzz—"

A tremendously powerful energy wave came from nearby, reaching the group, but quickly diminished to a mere breeze.

Galbi's conversation abruptly halted, and everyone's focus returned to the battle at hand.

The third-level wizards raised their eyes, watching as countless cyan currents coalesced into a massive rune-lit hand.

The air was charged with domain resonance, swirling wind energy particles.

A voice softly praised, "Clemens, I remember when he first entered the tower, so nervous and tense... He's grown so much."

"The Hand of Aeonilo... I lent Clemens the wizard book with records of Aeonilo, the wind-eater beast. I didn't think he'd truly master it."

"Late second-level, with domain resonance... Clemens is ready for the sixth ring.

Galbi, have you mentioned this to the Ringmaster?"

A blurry figure glanced at Galbi, who simply replied, "The Ringmaster is watching. I don't need to say anything."

The speaker shrugged.

Galbi and the other third-level wizards watched the changing energy waves as if admiring an exquisite painting.

They observed the solidifying rune-lit hand, occasionally voicing praise or critique, like nobles at a leisurely tea party performance.

Suddenly, someone clicked their tongue, and the group's focus shifted from Clemens, who controlled the hand, to a solitary figure seemingly at the mercy of the chaotic energy around them.

"This poor child seems completely stunned by Clemens' spell."

"Given his previous performance, he shouldn't be scared. Perhaps his inflated confidence took a hit..."

"In this battle, his value to Clemens lies only in his domain resonance technique.

Clemens' forcefulness irked him, but beyond denying Clemens his goal, he can't resist..."

A blurred figure sighed, "I know these gifted youngsters well. Their pride won't tolerate insult. Even if he's more talented than Clemens, he lacks time..."

"That's not the point. The point is—"

Someone looked at Galbi, unable to help but mutter, "As the overseer of this duel selection, shouldn't you intervene?"

Galbi was already murmuring to someone.

Below, a silver bat reluctantly flapped its wings, hesitant to proceed.

Galbi shook his head, raising his metallic staff, a hint of energy emanating from its tip.

Suddenly.

"Boom!"

An explosion, louder than any before, erupted.

Unprecedented energy waves cascaded like a tsunami, breaching the stable field in their area, disrupting the calm, whipping the wizards' robes with fierce wind.

Galbi's staff-wielding gesture halted midair, as he and the other third-level wizards instinctively turned to the front.

As their gaze and mental focus captured the sudden change in the battle.

The relaxed expressions on the third-level wizards' faces froze.

Their pupils contracted, witnessing something unbelievable.

After an eternity, or perhaps less than a breath, a distorted voice of astonishment echoed.

"This... This is ancient wizard bloodline?!

This boy... carries some ancient bloodline power!!"

It was as if a towering mountain had silently crumbled into fine dust before them.

When reverence and awe reach their peak, only to be mercilessly shattered and smoothed over.

The shock and impact can still any mind, halt any heart.

This was how most of the Ring wizards felt as they watched the battle.

They had witnessed Clemens, the sky's ruler, summon the fearsome rune energy hand after domain resonance.

The suffocating wind energy particle density and transcendent domain aura enveloped the space like a barrier.

The majestic sky's power, the force to tear and crush all—some struggled to resist bowing in worship.

However.

In an unforeseen instant, it was all shattered.

They barely saw a light, blazing and unstoppable, like a white sun rising from the earth's core.

Nothing could stop this light, piercing the palm of the rune-lit hand, entwined with countless mysterious domain forces, ascending.

"Crack, crack—"

The massive rune hand, like a crystal artifact pierced by an arrow, quickly fractured with web-like cracks.

As the white light burst through, the entire rune hand shattered, scattering light in all directions.

"Whirl—"

A colossal wind swept the duel square, the world awash in cyan, rune arrays flickering, as if an energy disaster had struck.

A domain resonance spell was broken head-on?

A domain resonance spell shattered like this?

The Ring wizards stood dazed, eyes vacant, as if waking from a dream.

"...."

Clemens was among those momentarily frozen.

The Seventh Ring's top young wizard, always composed, reached out instinctively, as if grasping at something, or tearing away the illusion before him.

But the scene remained unchanged; his spell had collapsed, leaving only emptiness.

"Hiss—Huff—"

A prolonged, heavy breath from the energy's center broke the silence.

Everyone turned to the sound, seeing a humanoid white light.

Upon discerning the scene within the light, hearts were gripped by an invisible hand, an overwhelming oppression and suffocation.

——

A nearly three-meter-tall figure, muscles like gnarled roots, grotesquely strong yet balanced and lithe.

The terrifying figure bowed slightly, surrounded by flickering lightning-like white light, waist-length hair swaying rhythmically with its breath.

As the figure raised its head, a veined, pale, and fierce face emerged, eyes of pure white flickering with coldness and rage, ancient aura flowing.

In this moment, the Ring wizards seemed to witness a legendary white-haired giant, striding from myth's pages, manifesting before them.

"Stronger than I imagined..."

Ronan hovered, examining his claw-like hands, murmuring.

"And more painful and complex than I expected..."

After compressing the [Immaculate Body]'s vitality sphere to the limit, releasing it in a burst of "high-concentration" vitality energy exceeded his body's limits.

His body shattered and reformed under immense vitality, repeatedly, until it could bear the power.

If Ronan's body once sealed a dragon, now it was fully unleashed.

The "dragon's" power evenly spread through him, a slight movement drawing all power, unleashing unimaginable might.

"Dragon isn't quite right... I resemble an ancient giant from legend, so I'll name this form Ancient Giant Form, or Monsterization."

Ronan's voice seemed renewed, hoarse and deep, like thunder rolling through clouds, filled with a magnetic, overwhelming power.

"Vitality's depleting fast... I must hurry..."

Ronan raised his head, pure white eyes locking on Clemens.

With heightened perception, he noted Clemens' slight shiver upon meeting his gaze.

Ronan smiled silently.

He simply found Clemens' previously unflappable demeanor amusing in this context.

But to Clemens and others, Ronan's grin, stretching to his ears, revealing rows of sharp white teeth, was chilling and terrifying.

Was this the ancient giant's hunting signal?

Many hearts trembled.

"Rip—"

An abrupt tearing sound.

All eyes turned skyward, seeing the terrifying figure blurring, like a water reflection shattering.

Just an afterimage!

"Boom!"

Simultaneously, an explosion resounded from another direction, accompanied by a muffled grunt.

Eyes shifted, seeing Clemens, for the first time since the battle began, retreating rapidly.

He urgently chanted spell syllables, casting powerful second-level spells.

But as each spell formed, it was violently shattered by a massive, sinister arm.

A monstrous figure shadowed Clemens' retreat, shredding his spells like paper.

Long white hair billowed behind the figure, lightning white light flickered, the energy turbulence from shattered spells, residual power, crackling against the massive form.

Clemens retreated faster, chanting frantically, growing pale.

The gap between him and the giant narrowed, like a dense shadow engulfing him, his efforts barely causing a stir.

Only...

A suffocating wave, poised to overwhelm him!

Finally.

"Boom!"

A blinding light erupted from Clemens, causing the watching Ring wizards to squint.

As the light faded, their expressions froze—

Clemens stopped, hovering in the air, his late second-level wizard mental power radiating like three overlapping suns.

However.

The three suns...

Were grasped tightly in a hand, the brilliant light leaking through fingers.

Clemens stood expressionless.

But his tense body and sweat trickling down his temples betrayed his inner turmoil.

In Clemens' lapis eyes was reflected a massive, clawed hand, white light flickering between its fingers.

A slight squeeze...

And Clemens' head would shatter like a watermelon.

"I lost."

Clemens inhaled deeply, speaking softly.

His eyes dimmed, head lowering.

The shadowy white-haired giant simply smiled.

Then shook its head, retreating slowly.

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