Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The murmurs and commotion, when Dagger raised his hand the next moment, did not dissipate like ripples on a lake.

Instead, it was like a drop of ice water falling into boiling oil, causing it to explode and reach an unprecedented peak.

In the spotlight, Dago's expression resembled that of a worldly-wise observer, coldly watching the lively scene as if he were not competing but performing some kind of intricate surgery.

"【Multiple Prisms】Signature! Triple Replica!"

As D'Ago chanted in a low voice, it was as if the air itself was filled with the crisp sound of shattering glass.

"boom!"

The hand seal of the [Multiple Prisms] flickered in the void. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

In the vast arena, the pure white ice sword, which had been tightly bound by countless golden threads as if it were stuck in a quagmire, suddenly broke free from the threads' restraints in an instant.

That moment of liberation was not so much a physical pulling out, but more a conceptual negation—it was no longer bound, and thus became free.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous ice sword split into three.

Not only the ice sword, but also the other two terrifying spells that reached the first level of magical resonance, followed this unreasonable rule and split into three.

In an instant, nine destructive magical rays filled the entire arena.

Three giant, pure white ice swords, each tens of meters long, hung overhead like the Sword of Damocles; three frozen spheres, filled with an aura of endless despair and seemingly capable of freezing the soul, slowly rotated; and there was also a true ice core cruise missile, encircling Dago, making him appear like a king of winter.

Dargo stood in mid-air, his long hair dancing wildly in the turbulent flow of magic, his power unmatched and his presence unparalleled.

If this scene were witnessed by unsophisticated country folk, they would probably kneel down and kowtow on the spot, shouting, "A deity has descended to earth!"

At this moment, not only did Yadar's perpetually youthful face change slightly, but his opponent's expression also subtly shifted.

Even the seasoned veterans in the stands, who were used to all sorts of things, were quite shocked and stunned.

"What... what kind of operation is this?" Some people even stood up from their seats in disbelief.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his neck was stretched out like a duck being lifted by an invisible hand.

"This kid..."

In the seats of the Thorn Ring, Carlos and Ronald, who were always arrogant, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene. Their expressions were quite interesting, as if they had just swallowed a fly.

"Three... transcendent magical powers that have reached the first level of resonance?" Carlos's voice was somewhat dry, as if he had sand stuck in his throat. "And, it can be replicated three times through a sign? Is this still a second-circle wizard? Is this mana reserve the Abyss?"

For a second-ring wizard to comprehend the first level of magic domain resonance is indeed astonishing; in a typical academy, such a person would be treated like a treasure.

However, in this arena that brings together the top geniuses of the six major forces, there are not many people who can do this, but there are certainly not few.

After all, geniuses are sometimes like leeks, they grow back after being harvested.

One can comprehend three at once, and all of them reach the first level of Dharma Domain resonance, and even replicate and superimpose them...

This is a bit too outrageous, so outrageous that it makes people question their existence and doubt whether they are practicing fake magic.

"As far as I know, he also possesses another domain power that is close to dual resonance..."

Carlos spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying an indescribable sense of frustration.

Ronald, standing beside him, shook his head, his gaze fixed on the white-haired figure in the arena, uttering only two words: "Monster."

Yes, a monster.

Only this word can explain this illogical existence before our eyes.

Those below were still astonished by Dago's seemingly endless stream of insights into the First Realm of Resonance.

The feeling was like seeing a nouveau riche throwing gold coins around in the street – a mix of envy, jealousy, and a hint of malicious speculation: "Let's see how you get out of this mess."

Meanwhile, on the arena, Yadar, who had been momentarily startled, had already recovered from his brief moment of shock.

As the number one genius of the Water Palace generation, and even the previous generation, Yadar's mental cultivation is naturally extraordinary.

He was not intimidated by Dago's overwhelming momentum; instead, he revealed a cold smile that showed he had seen through the situation.

"Quantity cannot make up for the gap in quality... If you were to comprehend the second level now, you might still be able to put up a fight against me..."

Yadar's voice pierced through the wind and snow, reaching Dago's ears clearly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and green runes continuously lit up on his hands and cheeks.

The lines seemed to move across his skin like living things, exuding an ancient and savage aura.

"Bloodlust, madness, parasitism... Nature's refuge!"

He raised his hands upwards, as if embracing some unseen, great being.

A hazy golden light emanated from between his arms, a light full of vitality, yet also carrying a domineering air that seemed to plunder all life.

A transcendent aura of the same first level of resonance emanated from his body, rivaling Dago's icy aura.

On the arena, the golden threads that had been temporarily forced back by the cold and the aura of the law domain now swelled and turned red as if they had received a general's order.

Each strand of the flower thread was imbued with a strong aura of the Dharma domain, as if it had been infused with violent demonic blood.

The flower threads, empowered by several runes and a resonance domain, seemed to transform into countless "bloodthirsty pythons".

They were no longer plants, but beasts craving flesh and blood. Each one became terrifying, easily tearing through the air, emitting a tooth-grinding shriek, and unleashing a terrifying surge of energy.

Countless dense threads shot towards Dago, the scene resembling a red tsunami about to engulf a deserted island.

With just one exchange, the spells surrounding him were shattered into pieces.

Those seemingly formidable ice swords and ice balls are as fragile as glass toys in a child's hand in the face of these raging fiery threads.

"As expected, experience counts." Someone in the stands exclaimed, "Yadar is a third-ring cultivator after all; his understanding of the essence of power is far superior to Dago's."

However, Dago, who was in the eye of the storm, did not change his expression.

His deep eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, as if all the crises before him had nothing to do with him.

He simply raised his hand slowly, making a grasping motion towards the void.

That one grip felt like gripping the throat of the entire world.

"Nine Dharma Domains merge and overlap, the Soul Seal [Winter Star] Absolute Frost Domain..."

A few cold syllables came out of Dago's mouth, each word like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

"[Deep Space...Frozen]!"

In an instant, a strange change occurred.

The spells around him, whether natural summoning or mirror replication, did not continue to attack at this moment, but instead exploded all at once!

They did not transform into a chaotic energy storm, but rather into the purest and most essential icy energy.

These energies arranged and combined according to some mysterious trajectory, constructing an unprecedented and terrifying force field, which then rapidly expanded and spread outwards.

At this moment, the entire arena and surrounding spectator area seemed to have been put on fast-forward by the gods, instantly transitioning from late autumn to the dead of winter.

An indescribable, terrifying chill spread in all directions from Dago's body.

This is not just a decrease in temperature, but a distorted alteration of the laws of physics.

Molecules stopped moving, energy stopped transferring, and even thought seemed to slow down.

Countless bloodthirsty threads poised to attack, along with the originally wildly thrashing and tearing-everything red python, were frozen in mid-air in that instant.

They remained in their menacing poses, yet could no longer advance an inch, their surfaces quickly covered with a layer of grayish-white frost, like dead fossils.

It was as if everything had been frozen in time.

Void, light, distance, time...

Centered on Dago, the surrounding area spans nearly two kilometers, forming a solitary piece of ice crystal amber.

The enormous piece of amber emitted a faint blue glow in the night, both poignant and despairing.

Everything inside the amber, from the swirling dust to the flowing wind, remained frozen in place.

In this absolutely still world, only Dargo is alive.

"Clang—"

A clear, metallic clang rang out from within the amber, a sound that seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the area.

In Dago's hand, a silver-white ice crystal longsword, Dance of Fine Snow, appeared out of nowhere.

It was not solid metal, but rather formed from highly compressed and condensed ice elements, its tip gleaming with a chilling sharpness.

With a gentle push from his fingers, the ice sword pierced through layers of frost, carrying the will to destroy everything, and shot towards Yadar, who stood motionless directly in front of him.

This strike had no fancy techniques, only pure power and speed.

Within that domain, it is the absolute rule, an inviolable judgment.

"It's over," Dago thought to himself.

however--

"Click—"

Just as the ice sword was about to pierce Yadar's head, Dago heard the sound of the cold air shattering.

The voice was very soft, yet it sounded like a thunderclap in his ears.

It possessed the powerful aura of a third-ring wizard, stirring restlessly in the icy depths, in what was considered an absolute stillness and deathly silence.

It was an explosion of life, a wildness that refused to be bound by rules.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately chased after the ice sword at high speed.

He knew that even a super domain couldn't truly trap a third-ring powerhouse for too long.

Gripping the sword hilt tightly, Dago channeled terrifying physical power into it, transforming into a streak of light as he prepared to deliver a thunderous blow to Yadar, who was about to break free, and end the battle once and for all.

But unexpectedly—

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Yadar, enveloped in radiance, broke through the ice!

Those seemingly indestructible ice layers crumbled like paper before him.

However, to everyone's astonishment, Yadar, having broken through the ice, did not choose to retaliate, nor did it even choose to defend itself.

His body swayed like a startled rabbit, rapidly retreating towards the bottom of the ring.

The speed was unbelievable, as if some prehistoric beast was chasing after them.

"this……"

Everyone was stunned.

Yadar looked at Dago from afar, and his deceptively doll-like face now wore a strange and inexplicable expression.

His expression was extremely complex, containing three parts shock, three parts fear, and four parts a deeper meaning that was hard to decipher.

He uttered sounds that were deliberately feigned as "shock and resentment," yet also sounded somewhat exaggerated.

"I surrender."

The moment those three words were uttered, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Um?!"

Dago's figure stopped silently, standing on countless crisscrossing frost veins, holding a sword in one hand, his long hair flying.

For the first time, a crack appeared on his usually icy and stern face.

Beneath his seemingly calm face, his heart was churning with a turbulent mix of surprise and doubt.

This is not scientific. This is not magic. This does not make sense.

In Dago's perception, Yadar's breathing was slightly disordered, but he was far from being exhausted.

Even at the moment he broke the ice, Dago felt a heart-stopping burst of power.

Yadar clearly still had some strength left... one could even say that he still had more than half of his fighting power remaining.

Why would he deliberately lose to himself?!

At that moment, Dago felt like a brave warrior charging at a dragon with a wooden sword, only to have the dragon trip and fall to its death.

This victory brought no joy whatsoever; instead, it was filled with an absurd sense of being "arranged."

In a corner of the spectator stands, several bigwigs exchanged glances, seemingly understanding something, yet also seemingly lost in a deeper fog.

"This kid..." someone whispered, "Could he really have some trump card that we haven't seen through? Or... did Yadar see some indescribable terror in him?"

The audience's imagination is boundless.

"That must be it! Just now, I felt Dago's eyes change. It wasn't human eyes, it was... the gaze of a god!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Yadar must have sensed that he would die if he continued fighting, which is why he wisely chose to concede!"

"Terrifying! Dago is terrifying!"

Hearing the comments coming from afar, Dago tightened his grip on his sword slightly.

He looked at Yadar, who had retreated to the sidelines. Yadar winked at him and gave him a meaningful smile.

That smile seemed to hold the secrets of the entire world, or it seemed to simply say, "You win this round, but don't let me be the next one."