Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"The Silent Wind!"

Violet's calm voice, mixed with powerful energy particle fluctuations, came from afar. Dago's eyes flashed, and he raised his sword to close in.

"Violet never used her full strength."

"The gap between them is too great, a whole major realm apart. Even if Dago is an absolute magical prodigy, he simply cannot possibly be a match for Violet!"

"Why hasn't Dago used his first-level domain resonance technique yet?"

"He was afraid that once he unleashed his power, the battle would end immediately. Opportunities to fight against a top genius like Violet are rare."

The wizards watching the battle were discussing amongst themselves, believing it to be a contest whose outcome was predetermined from the start.

The duration of the entire battle depended largely on Violet's composure and patience.

Once Violet's patience runs out, the battle will be over.

Everyone, both on and off the field, understands this very well.

Violet accepted Dago's "challenge" not because he defeated Chaplin. Even if the second-ranked genius of the Thorn Ring were to challenge Violet, he might not accept.

The reason he accepted the challenge from Dago, a wizard who was only at the late stage of the first ring, was entirely because Dago had comprehended a level of domain resonance, nothing more.

"Perhaps Violet is also very close to the first level of resonance, and hopes to gain inspiration through her battle with the prodigy Dago in order to complete her final breakthrough."

Some wizards speculated on this, and many people nodded in agreement.

But soon, the facts ruthlessly overturned this conjecture.

"That's enough!"

Violet's calm yet subtly cold voice rang out, and all the wind seemed to freeze for a moment.

However, they did not disappear; they hovered around Violet's body, densely packed, like bows poised to be drawn.

"I came out of the floating island in the sky, not to play this boring game with you."

Violet's gaze locked onto a figure shrouded in blue flames in the arena. She stretched out her right hand, and deep blue energy patterns, like the veins of a plant, lit up from under her wide robes and quickly extended from her fair and smooth arm toward her palm.

"Since you refuse to use a first-level domain resonance, then I'll help you."

As Violet finished speaking, the energy patterns that lit up on her right hand extended right up to the tip of her index finger.

As a dense, deep cyan-green light flew out from the tip of Violet's right index finger, streams of mysterious energy, more than ten times more concentrated and pure than before, surged forth from Violet's fingertip like a flood.

In an instant, this space seemed to transform into a world filled with the clamor of the wind!

An endless, ever-flowing airflow, a vast, ocean-like system of free-floating energy particles.

Countless streams of air condensed in the sky to form a giant hand, radiant with light and covered with intricate patterns, as if crafted from the purest lapis lazuli.

The moment the palm appeared, all the wizards watching below felt a suffocating fear, as if they were about to be torn to shreds at any moment.

"A First-Level Domain Resonance!? This is the power of a First-Level Domain Resonance!"

Some of the spectators looked horrified, frantically retreating while shouting excitedly and incoherently.

"Violet had already grasped the first level of domain resonance; his acceptance of Dago's challenge was merely a spur-of-the-moment decision!"

Everyone was shaken to their core, yet they couldn't help but feel genuine awe and worship towards Violet, the giant hand in the battle group with a blue light above its head, surrounded by countless pale blue currents, as if she were the ruler of the sky.

The same effect of domain resonance, when cast by Violet, a late-stage second-ring wizard, was more than ten times more terrifying than the river of despair energy summoned by Dago.

First-level resonance, second-level strength in the later stages.

This is the true brilliance worthy of Violet, the number one genius of their Thorn Ring!

"A single realm of resonance, [Hand of Enelm]."

Violet looked down at Dago with an expressionless face and said calmly, "If you still refuse to use your first level of domain resonance technique, then be prepared to be seriously injured. No one can play tricks on me without paying the price."

After speaking, Violet's eyes flashed with genuine coldness. He locked his gaze on a figure not far away, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. The giant, deep blue, flowing light hand above his head, which was entangled by countless hurricane-like air currents, immediately reached out to grab the figure.

Einelm is a legendary spirit monster that feeds on wind elements and possesses the power to control all storms.

Under the oppressive weight of this giant hand, which resembled that of a legendary monster, the space in that area seemed to collapse, and all the air and light were compressed and distorted, turning the area into a dark and gloomy place.

The intense feeling of suffocation, the ever-dimming light, and the excruciating pain and sense of crisis as if a thousand tiny knives were cutting into my body simultaneously.

Dago tilted his head back, squinting as he watched the giant, luminous hand rapidly approaching overhead. His robes fluttered wildly like tattered flags in the raging winds around him.

"So this is the power of a single-layered domain resonance. Facing it directly as an opponent is truly terrifying!"

Dago murmured softly, but the light in his eyes seemed to grow stronger little by little.

"It's precisely under this kind of pressure that my plan can truly be realized."

After saying that, Dago took a light breath.

He closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the impending danger falling from above, as if he had chosen to give up all resistance at that moment.

Its slender, thin body hung in the deep blue, shrouded in gloom and raging winds, like a sapling that could be uprooted and mercilessly crushed at any moment.

However, only Dago himself knew what kind of effort he was making—within his strong body, a dark blue Winter Star was projected into his body by Dago using his mental force field, located in the center of his chest.

This is a special technique that Dago figured out on his own after his brain was developed, which he used to apply the [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body] and [Desperate Winter Star].

By channeling the power of the [Desperate Winter Star], which connects to the Sea of ​​Despair, into his body, and then through the [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body], he can unleash unparalleled physical power through filtering and resonance, perhaps exceeding ten times, or even dozens of times, the power of the [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body] when activated!

To put it simply, it uses [Desperate Winter Star] as fuel and [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body] as the engine. After completing this idea, Dago has only made a few simple attempts and has not yet fully tested it.

Releasing it once would almost completely deplete the vitality within the body and the spiritual energy in the mental space, making the cost too high.

Dago could clearly sense the unprecedented and terrifying power contained within the phantom of the [Desperate Winter Star], "a star shrunken into the palm of one's hand"—that was the condensation of countless boundless despair and icy cold!

"The next step is to unleash this power within me."

Dago thought to himself with a mixture of inexplicable anticipation and trepidation.

The terrifying giant hand summoned by Violet's first-level domain resonance was now only a few meters away from him.

At that moment, Dago suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of solidified black light shot out from his pure black pupils.

His handsome face was instantly filled with pain and contortion, and countless black veins appeared all over his body, making him look extremely ferocious.

"Click-clack-clack-clack—"

A series of sounds of flesh stretching and bones colliding emanated from Dago's body. He expanded rapidly like an inflating balloon, his body tearing his robes.

A dense, intense power of despair erupted from every pore of his body, coalescing and intertwining into the shape of black lightning.

His originally short, choppy black hair was growing rapidly, forming strands of black ribbons that floated on their own even without wind.

"boom!"

The moment Clemens summoned the Hand of Enelm and slammed down, countless bursts of intense energy erupted.

More than one of the spectating wizards vaguely saw, in their almost blurred vision, a demonic shadow several meters long, ferocious and imposing, with flowing black hair, uttering a silent growl towards the sky.