As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

"Is that so?" Sylvie's tone was languid, clearly not taking Moen's words to heart.

She was only somewhat interested in the man in front of her.

As for what Moen could possibly offer to entice her? She didn't believe it.

Seeing her lack of interest, Moen wasn't in a hurry: "You must already be aware of the limitations of advancing the [Frost Embrace] physique to the Saintly rank, right?"

"The essential difference between mortal matter and sacred rites lies in the use of ether."

"In the mortal stage, one communicates with the free-floating ether in the outside world by consuming one's own magic power, and then transforms it into different elements to form magic."

Moen stared at Sylvie's heterochromatic eyes, which were gradually hardening: "And the Holy Ritual level requires the caster to fix the free ether and form a high-density circuit with faster propagation speed and stronger power."

"But your constitution, due to its excessive adaptability to frost, causes your condensed etheric body to remain frozen rather than solidified. The transmission of magic within the etheric body is even less effective than communicating directly with magic. Am I right?"

Sylvie became more serious. Recently, she had indeed been trying to stabilize the scattered ether, but the solidified ether could not conduct magic at all and could not be controlled as easily as her teacher had demonstrated.

"It seems you do know quite a lot."

Before he finished speaking, without any warning, Sylvie made her move.

Countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, and six Sylvies instantly appeared in front of Moen.

Some of them were laughing, some were indifferent, and some were playing with daggers. Each one was lifelike and radiated the same intensity of magical energy.

Unexpectedly, the move was Sylvie's signature technique.

These six illusions may contain the real person, or they may all be illusions.

Touching the phantom will trigger a frost explosion, and stack with the unique talent [Frost Embrace] granted to Sylvie by her constitution – [Frost Illusion].

This hallucinogenic toxin is attached to every one of Sylvie's skills. Once poisoned, it not only further increases the damage caused by illusions, but also makes more and more illusions appear in her field of vision.

"They don't hold back when they make a move."

Before the illusion could take any further action, Moen used his Deep Vision to see that the six Sylvie in front of him were all fake bodies.

"Then we'll blow it all up!" Moen didn't back down; instead, he took a step forward.

Several white thorns sprouted from beneath the feet of the six illusions and pierced through their bodies!

The moment the thorns pierced the illusion, a series of frost explosions rang out in the confined space. Because several illusions were relatively far away, they were shattered by Moen, so Moen only received 3 hits.

The white mist instantly engulfed Moen's figure, and he heard Sylvia's chuckling voice coming from the left and right.

[Frost damage received: -154, -137, -113]

[Inhalation of hallucinogenic toxins, current floor 3]

"I only lost 20% of my health, and the poison stacks aren't high either." Relying on the dual resistance bonuses provided by [Calamity Heart], Moen withstood this wave of damage.

He closed his eyes in the white mist, trying to find Sylvie's location before the next wave of illusions appeared.

The fog and illusion before my eyes were peeled away layer by layer under the scan of my mental power; there was nothing on the ground, nothing behind the table.

"As expected, old habits die hard." Moen suddenly looked up.

Above the thick beam, the real Sylvie sat elegantly, swinging her long legs, holding the untouched glass of red wine in her hand, ready to enjoy Moen's grotesque madness in his hallucination.

"Found you." Moen grinned, activating [Frosty Wind Shadow]!

The surrounding ice mist surged outwards under the powerful air pressure, and Moen pushed off the ground and instantly rushed towards the crossbeam.

"When did he gain the ability to break illusions?"

Sylvie was surprised that Moen had revealed an ability not mentioned in the intelligence. Just as she was about to activate another effect of [Extreme Cold Illusion] to swap positions with the newly generated illusion below, she found that the surrounding space had become incredibly viscous.

An almost transparent magical net arrived before Moen, binding her tightly to the beam.

"I'll give you three seconds to think it over." Moen's figure hovered less than a meter in front of Sylvie. He didn't draw his longsword, but instead raised his right hand high.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a terrifying magical power that made even Sylvie's heart tremble was rapidly gathering in his palm.

Moen is preparing to unleash [Winter's Wrath].

"3..."

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Sylvie's face, which had always been adorned with a playful smile.

Because of her special physique, she has an exceptionally keen sense of ice elements, and she understands the consequences of Moen's move better than anyone else.

What can you do in 3 seconds? Sylvie's brain was racing.

She certainly didn't think she would die; she had a trump card to save her life and extremely high resistance to frost damage.

But such a huge commotion would definitely attract the old man's attention.

Although the Anmi Church was tacitly allowed by the major churches to establish strongholds on their territories, such extensive destruction would alarm the senior figures of both churches.

More importantly, if the teacher finds out that she was the one who caused this, the consequences will be worse than death.

"Why does he know magic of this level? Did he learn it after that old man Gray came?"

Because of Gray's immense power, Sylvie stopped monitoring Moen after Gray arrived, so she could only analyze what happened during the period when there was no monitoring.

"2..." The icy blue light in Moen's hand was already dazzling, and a fierce storm swept through the entire secret chamber.

Sylvie gritted her teeth, looking into Moen's unwavering eyes, unsure if this madman would really dare to blow it up.

"Stop! I surrender!" Sylvie raised her hands and shouted rapidly, "I, Sylvie Frost, swear in the name of Urdan! I will never use force in this deal with Moen Kalix, and the entire process will be absolutely fair and just!"

As the oath was uttered, a subtle fluctuation of divine power flashed between the two.

The light in Moen's hand vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

As he expected, Sylvie was a smart man, and smart men hate trouble the most.

All he had to do was demonstrate that he also had the ability to overturn the table.

"Whoosh..." With the restraints released, Sylvie landed lightly from the beam.

She looked at the mess in the secret room, with ice shards, wood chips, and shattered liquor everywhere. The once luxurious room now looked like a junkyard.

"What a rude man," Sylvie glared at Moen resentfully.

She snapped her fingers, and the shadows on the ground suddenly came to life, transforming into several black shadow servants who quickly began to clean up the mess on the ground and straighten the tables and chairs.

Moen felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the witch in front of him, who was about to kill someone one second and started whining and complaining the next.

"Ahem." Moen coughed tactically, forcibly steer the conversation back on track: "Miss Sylvie, now that the vow has been made, can we begin to discuss serious matters?"

"That won't do~" Sylvie played with the ends of her ice-blue hair, a gentle smile on her face.

"I swear, shouldn't Mr. Moen also do something in return?"

"If Mr. Moen bullies a weak woman like me during the transaction, I have no way to fight back."

Moen knew he wouldn't gain anything by talking to this woman.

"With Sylvie Frost as my witness, I, Moen Karix, swear to Uldan, the God of Shadow and Arcane Arts, that in my dealings with Sylvie Frost, I will never use force, and that the entire process will be absolutely fair and just!"

After he finished speaking, the divine power surged down once again, surrounding the two of them.

[Divine power detected, ranking determination in progress]

[Judgment Result: Rank Too Low]

[Oath ruled invalid]