Chapter 694: Chapter 341: Dorian Is a Good Actor—Even I Can Hardly Tell He’s Faking
In the cerulean glow descending from the sky, snowflakes fell, each with twelve edges, exquisitely crafted like supreme masterpieces.
In the blink of an eye, the entire space was filled.
The frigid breath descended, covering the field belonging to Dorian, gradually causing stasis, as if it were a rusty, frozen machine struggling to operate.
Amidst the swirling, descending snowflakes, Ronan moved like a delicate elf, gently retreating to evade Dorian’s field suppression.
"Boom—"
Dorian landed heavily, his massive toad body causing the frostbound land in the vicinity to shatter.
Ronan rode the icy snow and dust, soaring upward, merging with the falling snowflakes from the sky.
Unknowingly, those initial First Rank ice spells had almost all reached the Third Rank Magic Domain Resonance.
With the understanding of three Fourth-tier Ice Magic after reaching Level 4, Ronan’s Frozen Soil Domain was now supported by terrifying levels of Ice Cold Power, enough to influence even a Level 5 Wizard.
"Splash—"
Dorian shook his body, shedding a layer of ice shards, and raised his head, opening his mouth toward Ronan.
The wide mouth shot out a deep purple tongue like a lightning bolt, accompanied by thick, deep purple energy beams, tearing through the snow curtain and piercing towards Ronan.
Ronan turned his gaze calmly, his right arm casually swung out, and a silver-flowing, elongated mirror appeared at his side.
The deep purple beams closing in on him were absorbed by it, while at the same time, an identical mirror appeared behind Dorian.
"Boom boom boom—"
The densely packed energy beams, deftly redirected by Space Power, were sent back, fiercely striking Dorian’s toad back.
He let out an astonished and angry growl, landing his limbs, releasing an immense force that transmitted along the ground, extending turtle-like patterns as Dorian used the recoil to leap up fiercely.
Opening his mouth wide as if to directly swallow Ronan whole.
"Crack crack crack—"
The space magic mirror that had withstood a wave of Level 5 magic from Dorian shattered explosively.
Amidst the countless shattered reflections, Ronan’s figure was revealed, surrounded by a flurry of crystal-clear snowflakes.
At this moment, Ronan looked like the sovereign of a snow kingdom, with flowing long hair, regal, detached, icy, and graceful.
He stood high above, hands clasped together, a colossal spiritual field comparable to Level 5 emanating from him, like an icy celestial body, orbiting around.
A torrent of Magic Domain aura surged from his body, blending together, while forbidden thunder fell from the sky, and the air grew colder.
"Level 4... where did such strong spiritual pressure come from?
And a Forbidden Magic Domain?"
The continuously descending coldness stunned Dorian.
Before he could feel shocked, an ancient ice lake descended from above his head in the next instant.
Above the ice lake, fierce, sinister shadows of giant snakes appeared silently, brimming with the majesty of an Ancient Ice Frost Dominator.
Under the cold, indifferent vertical pupils of those pairs of eyes, Dorian’s scalp tightened, feeling immense fear as if locked by a natural enemy.
"A snake devouring a frog... how fitting."
From the sky, Ronan looked down at Dorian, saying softly, then aimed his right hand at the Dorian below...
Five fingers suddenly clenched.
In an instant, six giant snakes issued silent hisses, all rushing furiously towards Dorian situated at the center!
Dorian’s eyes widened, his massive toad body froze inch by inch, then fractured, an expression of extreme shock and disbelief rapidly appearing on his ugly, large face.
"No!"
"Boom! Bam—"
......
One light ball after another shattered.
The wizards from the fourth round concluded their duels one after another, stepping out of the light balls.
Soon, only one light ball remained on the field, still silently motionless.
"It seems Dorian is having so much fun, he can’t bear to come out even now..."
In the crystal chamber, Heather, occupying the main seat once belonging to Lady Mel, was nonchalantly applying fresh, vibrant nail polish.
A beautiful thrush perched on the armrest of her seat on the left, chattering: "Heather, you shouldn’t do this, you don’t know what a risk I took for you.
I’m telling you, just because you..."
"Shut it, Lao’en!
Do you think I’ll believe your nonsense? Heaven knows how many people you’re secretly in contact with..."
Heather rebuked, and the thrush promptly closed its beak.
Satisfied, Heather admired her newly polished nails, then lifted her gaze to land on the still silent light ball in the field, her mood instantly improving.
The longer it dragged on, the more she believed the bothersome fellow who dared to reject her repeatedly suffered.
She could hardly wait to see what he looked like when he emerged.
Just then, the field’s only light ball shattered, and two figures emerged from the light.
Heather’s eyes suddenly brightened, unable to resist standing up from her seat, leaning closer for a clearer view of the person’s current condition.
Quickly, a familiar young figure appeared, still composed and handsome, without a trace of the marks Heather wanted.
"Ugh.."
Heather was momentarily stunned.
"Did that Dorian guy even do his job properly?"
The young man cast a cold glance at her from afar, then turned and walked away.
Behind him, another figure appeared.
Without the bandages wrapping him, the figure revealed decayed, rotten skin, and on that disgusting, ugly face, the dense pustules could not conceal a desolate expression.
"Ronan Damien wins!"
The declaration fell, causing a low murmur around the perimeter.
"Crack—"
Heather’s freshly painted nails all broke simultaneously, and she fell into a brief daze.
"Ronan Damien won?
Impossible?! How could he have won? Impossible..."
Heather murmured, suddenly realizing and grabbing a certain sneaky thrush trying to escape.
"Speak! What’s going on exactly!"
The thrush panicked, its eyes flickering uncertainly, "I... I don’t know either..."
"Don’t push me!"
Heather increased the pressure in her hand, gritting her teeth.
The thrush hurriedly cried out, "I’ll tell, I’ll tell!
It’s... it’s...
it’s Misha."
"Misha?!"
....
"Misha!"
On the Crystal Throne, Misha sat casually, a smile on his lips like a triumphant monarch.
He listened to the faint murmurs of discussion around him and looked at the figure in the arena receiving everyone’s attention, chuckling as he spoke to the person beside him.
"Dorian is quite something, even willing to remove the bandage he never parts with...
Did you notice his facial expressions? Every bit perfectly in place, I almost couldn’t tell he was acting."
The people beside him agreed, echoing his sentiments.
Suddenly, someone couldn’t help but ask, "Misha, why do you insist on letting Damien win this round? He’s only Level 4. If that old fellow Heliodor hadn’t been out of his mind and escorted him the whole way, he should have been eliminated long ago..."
"Why?"
Misha stood up from the Crystal Throne, his expression calm, an aura of unrivaled authority emanating from him.
"Because he brought back the ’Deep Knowledge Crown’ for me!"
Misha raised his head, squinting at the luxurious and dazzling Crystal Crown in the sky, "When I wear this crown.
He is qualified to stand by my side as the greatest hero and share in that moment of glory with me....
He opened his heart and soul for me, how could I be stingy with him?
No matter the current occasion, he was also the first to propose signing a contract of loyalty to me voluntarily, which one of you could do that?"
Zorn and others lowered their heads in "shame".
"Damien is your example..."
Misha’s tone softened, already mastering the means of leadership at a young age.
"Rest assured, as long as you follow me, Misha, I will not treat you poorly.. now, it has only just begun."
Misha’s expression composed, he sat back on his throne, then said lightly: "The next round is the final round. Marlon and the others at Level 5 will soon voluntarily forfeit...
Zorn, inform Damien to prepare.
At the next event, I will personally reward him well.."
"Yes."
.....
"Ronan Damien won?"
Valentine stood there with a somewhat dazed expression, seemingly unable to believe the facts he saw and heard.
Beside him, Heliodor, who was initially stern and anxious, was also stunned, that dry old face now showing some puzzlement.
After some time, accompanied by deep and prolonged breathing, Valentine slowly turned around.
His face displayed an expression of extreme anger that turned into laughter.
"Good, good, good! Heliodor, you’re something else..."
Valentine gently clapped his hands, saying: "I didn’t expect even Dorian to be bought by you, remarkable.
It seems that in these past hundreds of years, you’ve really made secret progress..."
Though Heliodor was equally at a loss, he still snorted coldly, showing his disdainful attitude.
"I admit I lost, what I promised you, I will have Fulensa deliver later."
Valentine sat back down, looking at Heliodor in front of him, unable to resist sarcastically commenting: "If you’re so capable, why not directly grant him the position of Son of the Deep Sea and let him win all the way to the end.
If so, I might even be willing to kneel down and lick your boots..."
Heliodor didn’t respond, just sat quietly to the side, his expression fluctuating, eyebrows gradually furrowing as if pondering something.
.......
"So it’s Misha."
Ronan put away the message delivered by Zorn, now understanding.
He wondered how Heliodor could escort him to the fourth round, even buying off Level 5 Wizards, it turns out Misha was the one who wanted Dorian to voluntarily concede.
That makes sense, Misha indeed has that capability.
And Misha’s reason for doing this is quite absurd, reportedly wanting to make himself the person who stands by his side in the end, sharing the glory as his right-hand man.
"What kind of second-rate thinking does it take to have such thoughts?.."
Ronan shook his head, feeling rather speechless inside.
The surprise and commotion caused by his victory over Level 5 Dorian with his Level 4 abilities hadn’t yet subsided, when new developments appeared on the field.
The several Level 5 Wizards who advanced from the fourth round suddenly voluntarily declared forfeit, leaving only him and Misha in the fifth round.
No need to ask, it’s certainly Misha’s machinations.
This so-called Son of the Deep Sea selection has thoroughly disappointed Ronan from the heart.
The Spirit Lake Ring sent a slightly warming sensation as expected.
Ronan took a deep breath, soared into the air towards the arena.
"This ’farce’, should come to an end..."