Chapter 531
by fanqienovelChapter 531: Midi’s Trump Card
The ring formed by the Ice Serpent Dragons was a secret technique called the “Magic-Sealing Ring.”
As long as the two Ice Serpent Dragons remained alive, their bodies would create a sealed space where even teleportation couldn’t escape.
In this small sealed space, the already massive power of "Frozen for Thousands of Miles" became hundreds of times stronger.
It was said that when this technique was unleashed, everything within—the Ice Serpent Dragons themselves, the air in the arena’s center, even magic—would freeze completely.
Only Catherine, the Ice Queen herself, could survive.
Catherine had set up this deadlock to force Midi into attacking, ensuring he’d be frozen.
At that time, Midi—carrying the Dragon Heritage—would still live.
But he’d remain trapped in ice, enduring a life worse than death.
Whether Catherine granted him a quick death, kept him imprisoned, or displayed him as spoils would depend solely on her whims.
When "Frozen for Thousands of Miles" erupted, even the other three Children of the Dragon showed flickers of unease—let alone the lower-level Black Dragon warriors.
Only Odin, the Thunder King, stayed calm, though curiosity glinted in his eyes.
He wondered if Midi could survive this Kill.
But chances seemed slim.
Midi’s massive Black Iron Dragon Flame had been snuffed out instantly by Catherine’s skill, and no magic could be detected afterward.
This meant no battle had occurred within the Ice Serpent Dragons’ sealed space.
With Catherine standing triumphantly, one conclusion remained: Midi was frozen.
Even if not fully encased, he’d be near death, unable to escape.
Such a state might terrify more than death itself.
"Ordinary Black Dragon warriors can’t rival the Children of the Dragon, no matter their strength."
"A pity. He might’ve been a genius."
"That human from eastern Mososbury City… Their loss is severe."
"Never cross the temple factions lightly."
Staring at the silent Arena, the Black Dragon warriors shuddered—especially foreign fighters like Midi, who felt the bleak sorrow of shared fate.
A warrior who’d beaten a level 68 opponent at level 65… Now?
Against Catherine, he’d fallen in under ten rounds.
Were the Children of the Dragon truly this invincible?
Whispers of awe spread swiftly.
Yet on Arena 3, the "victorious" Catherine felt no triumph.
Because Midi wasn’t there at all!
To outsiders, "Frozen for Thousands of Miles" had shattered him into icy fragments, wiping him from existence.
But Catherine knew very well that Midi wasn’t weak enough to be shattered by a single strike of "Frozen for Thousands of Miles".
What’s more, she hadn’t even felt the impact of hitting her target.
Under the enveloping "Death Ice River", Catherine couldn’t detect the slightest trace of Midi’s aura across the entire arena.
How could Midi vanish into thin air less than ten meters away from her?
What technique had he used?
This was a guaranteed kill formation she’d painstakingly created by sacrificing Ice Serpent Dragons and enduring magic backlash. How could some Demon Swordman who only knew basic teleportation techniques escape it?
Even if he escaped, how could he evade detection by the "Death Ice River"?
As a Child of the Dragon, Catherine knew the priority wasn’t figuring out Midi’s escape method, but locating her opponent.
Where was he?
She kept sensing her surroundings, but found nothing.
For the first time ever, a flicker of doubt stirred in the heart of this supremely arrogant Ice Queen.
The situation had slipped beyond her control – no, beyond her very understanding.
How was this possible!
"Stop searching. I’m right here." Midi’s calm voice drifted down from above.
The downward-projecting sound forced Catherine to look up instinctively.
Using magic-enhanced telepathy, Midi made sure his voice carried across Arena 3 and throughout the entire Dragon Tooth Arena. Every spectator watching this battle tilted their heads skyward.
The voice originated from such dizzying heights that only True Experts like the temple heads of the five great temples could scan for Midi at eye level.
It didn’t take long for people to spot him.
One kilometer directly above Dragon Tooth Arena.
The black-haired, black-eyed human youth hung motionless in the fifth level of the Shaded Realm’s airspace, gazing down at the entire combat arena and the winding, endless river of flames below.
This human could fly!
The staggering realization struck everyone simultaneously.
Even Thor, who’d previously fallen victim to Midi’s flying skills, stared wide-eyed. He knew Midi could fly, but never imagined such altitude could be achieved so quickly.
Residents of the Shaded Realm differed fundamentally from Sea of Clouds dwellers. A kilometer’s height meant nothing to a Vanguard ship’s climb or dive in the Sea of Clouds, but represented an unimaginable chasm here in the Shaded Realm.
The tallest caverns in the first four Shaded Realm layers barely reached three hundred meters. Essentially, except for the fifth level, these Black Dragon warriors had never seen "sky" higher than two hundred meters. A kilometer’s height defied their comprehension.
Yet there stood Midi, observing them from that impossible vantage point.
How could they not be shocked?
Even the Thunder King Odin abandoned his usual composed demeanor, silently studying the airborne figure with unreadable thoughts.
As for Catherine, the Ice Queen on the arena floor, waves of humiliation crashed through her.
She had always looked down on others from above. When had she become the one forced to look up?
And the one she gazed up at was her most hated opponent.
Despite the anger and humiliation burning in her heart, Catherine had no choice but to keep her eyes locked on him. Turning away would mean exposing her back to Midi, leaving herself utterly defenseless.
No matter how degrading this felt, she couldn’t afford such recklessness.
At last, she pieced together what had happened.
Though formidable, the "Magic-Sealing Ring" only sealed the ground around her—not the skies above. The "Frozen for Thousands of Miles" required an outlet for its power.
Had it been a "Magic-Sealing Sphere" instead, trapping the icy force within a confined space, Catherine would have ended up attacking herself.
The unleashed power of "Frozen for Thousands of Miles" would shatter the sphere, and the backlash from both skills might have torn her apart.
Hence, it had to remain a ring, not a sphere. Even while sealing magic, an escape route for the energy was necessary.
To prevent experts from leaping out or using flying skills to flee, the ring’s barrier stretched a hundred meters high.
Most dark elves only used their rudimentary floating skills for mundane tasks, like reaching stone pillars in caverns. Such abilities lacked the height or speed to escape a trap like the Magic-Sealing Ring.
To Catherine—and all inhabitants of the Shaded Realm—this was an inescapable kill zone.
But Midi, wielding the "Heavenly Dragon Strike," couldn’t be contained.
This skill evolved from the "Sky Sword Dance," a true flying technique from the Sea of Clouds, far surpassing the Shaded Realm’s crude levitation.
The moment Catherine unleashed "Frozen for Thousands of Miles," Midi teleported upward with "Heavenly Dragon Strike," then soared like a black comet to a kilometer above.
Catherine’s meticulously crafted Kill hadn’t even grazed his sleeve.
Her prized "Death Ice River" proved equally futile. However bitter the cold, it couldn’t reach such heights. To Midi, it was merely white clouds beneath his feet.
Yet evading her attack brought him no satisfaction.
The Children of the Dragon lived up to their reputation as the Shaded Realm’s strongest elites—they’d forced his trump card out far sooner than expected.
He’d hoped to save his flying skills for the Dark Dragon City, not reveal them publicly. But with their level gap, holding back now might cost him future opportunities.
No regrets, though. Trump cards existed to secure victory when needed. Once used, he’d simply acquire new ones. Strength alone mattered.
Now, he’d wield this card against the Ice Queen herself.
“Forcing out my ‘Heavenly Dragon Strike’ is your crowning achievement,” Midi stated coolly. “The Children of the Dragon deserve their fame. But from this moment, I control this battle.”
As his verdict echoed, the Black Iron Dragon Flame around him blazed fiercely.