Full-Time Magister: Throne of Dimensions

Chapter 151 The Domain of Ice, The Methods of Cold Ice

Han Bing is on the verge of collapse. Getting punched is a minor matter; getting hit isn't normal. Disfigurement doesn't matter either; if it can be healed, great; if not, so be it. After all, he's a member of the Black Church, someone who lives in the shadows.

He doesn't care much about appearance; he doesn't take such things seriously.

But the adult's words just now completely stunned him, and he lost control of his emotions. Of the six elements, he only has two so far, and even if he becomes a high-level mage, he will only have three, while a super-level mage will only have four. Su Ming, on the other hand, already has six, and there will only be more in the future.

This is what caused him to break down. If these six departments were his, he would be the most respected person in the Han family, and could even enter the Mu clan and become a superior person, instead of being treated like a rat in the Black Vatican that everyone hates.

If he had six departments, then Jiang Shaoxu would agree to his pursuit. That's the most crucial point. He had never understood why Jiang Shaoxu would fall for Su Ming, that loser. Now he understood everything.

Because of these six departments, because he has twice as many departments as others, or because of this, if this is his, then Jiang Shaoxu will also be his.

It's crashed?

Su Ming found it somewhat amusing that Han Bing had collapsed so easily, not because he had been punched, but simply because he knew that Han Bing had six elements.

Most people would envy Ken, but he truly never expected that it would cause him to break down.

Su Ming doesn't actually have six departments, he should have seven, but he didn't say it. It's better to keep his departments, which aren't anything to brag about, hidden away. People's hearts are not what they used to be.

The Black Vatican has its eye on him, and things won't be easy for him from now on. He should hide his strength as much as possible so that he can better win in future power struggles.

Losing means death; he can only win, and is only allowed to win.

"You forced me to do this. I thought this would kill you, but you forced me to use that power. You'll regret it. A simple death is no longer possible. I'm going to make people experience the deepest pain in the world!" Han Bing gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

A cone of ice appeared in Han Bing's hand. Unlike regular ice, this cone was black, pitch black, and something seemed to be flowing inside it.

This wasn't a solid; there was something inside the ice spike. Han Bing stabbed the ice spike into her own heart right in front of Su Ming, and the ice spike melted after piercing her heart.

His face began to change; something was writhing, and a tentacle emerged from behind the ice. But he felt no fear; instead, he burst into laughter.

"That's it, that's it! This power, hahaha, this is the power to rule the world! I am invincible now!"

A chill emanated from Han Bing's body, instantly freezing the surroundings. Su Ming used fire magic to create a safety circle around him, which even the Soul Fire could barely maintain the temperature and could go out at any moment.

I knew ice was black, black ice, but I'd never seen it before.

Several more tentacles appeared behind Hanbing, and pairs of calm eyes opened on those tentacles.

There was a deathly silence. The tentacle stared intently at Su Ming, its eyes devoid of any emotion. Snow began to fall from the sky, black snow. Many people noticed the situation and those who were idle gathered around.

They ignored the so-called competition, continuing with what they were doing. Those who chose to retaliate against Mugankin and compete for points were acquaintances, while most were left out.

"That's interesting. This snow seems to be poisonous; it shouldn't be touched." Someone touched the falling snow, and their hands started to turn black, contaminated by the poison. They evaporated the snow from their hands and used light magic to dispel the poison.

Fortunately, the toxins could be dispelled, which relieved him.

"Danger! Let's back up a bit. That's someone from the Black Vatican. Who knows what kind of monsters they have?"

Most people began to retreat. Although they hated the Black Church, they were still aware of their own limitations. It was clear that they could not handle the current state of the Frost, and the Poison Snow alone was enough to give them a hard time.

Most of them fled, but a few remained. Most of them were quite strong, at the level of high-level mages, and no one in the Black Church was not ruthless towards them.

Even if they have no grudge against the Black Vatican, they still can't stand them. They stay here, and if necessary, they will choose to take action to punish them, provided there is an opportunity to do so.

Han Bing changed into someone who didn't look like a human anymore. A sharp horn grew from the top of his head, several meters long, reaching straight into the sky. Behind him were long, twisting eyes that were attacking.

One of his feet transformed into a black plant lying on the ground, causing his body to bend slightly, resulting in an unusual point of support.

"Hehehe." Han Bing laughed with delight, seemingly quite pleased with his posture.

"You can't see it anymore, can you? This is my power. Don't even mention a mere high-level mage like you; even a super-level mage would die here. This is me; I am the strongest!"

Before Han Bing could finish speaking, several black meteorite ice blocks crashed down.

Su Ming slapped the ground with both hands, causing the ground to shake, increasing the number of fire element particles, and creating several cracks in the ground.

Flames shot into the sky, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, with pillars of fire rising from nine different places.

The third-tier intermediate-level fire magic, Fiery Fist, Nine Palaces, combined with Soul Fire, is already quite powerful.

The ice blocks in the sky were merely condensed from the black snow, which was no match for the Nine Palaces and was completely evaporated.

Because of the Nine Palaces formation, the surrounding air became a bit warmer, but only Su Ming's side felt slightly warmer.

And it won't last long.

Su Ming frowned. This was troublesome. He could use high-level fire magic, but its effect was probably minimal. The fact that this place seemed to be an ice domain made him realize something.

After obtaining the fire element, he would ask Bifang questions about the Soul Seed, Spirit Seed, and Heavenly Seed whenever he had free time. But now, the situation here is "a bit troublesome."

"Yes, it is indeed troublesome. This is a domain, and the level of this domain is not low. It is very difficult to break through, and the longer you stay, the less likely you are to escape."

On the outskirts of the battlefield, several high-level mages gathered together. The black snow posed no threat to them, but it was hard to say what would happen if it went on for too long.

The longer the domain takes to form, the more terrifying it becomes. At that time, the power of other magic will decrease, while the power of ice magic will increase significantly, making it extremely difficult for anyone who wants to defeat the Black Church.

A domain? It seems we need to resolve this as soon as possible. Su Ming murmured. He knew how terrifying a domain was; he didn't need to experience it firsthand, just understanding those numbers was enough.

He needs to act quickly.

The star trails condensed rapidly, rendering intermediate-level magic largely ineffective at this point.

Since high-level spatial magic only involves movement, there's only one type that can be used: high-level fire magic.