Black threads wriggled through the air like serpents, then wrapped around Ron with unbelievable speed.
Their trajectory entirely disregarded spatial distance, allowing them to leap directly to their target.
The audience erupted into terrified screams:
"Damn it, the fight has really started!"
"It’s over! No monster, no matter how strong, can break free from conceptual constraints!"
"Nari’s going crazy, run!"
However, at the critical mont, Ron’s intuition warned him in advance.
The special foresight brought by the Astrologer allowed him to vaguely see the terrifying scene of himself being tightly bound by the black threads.
Sure enough, that old rascal Maggs had ill intentions.
Just as this thought occurred to Ron, he unhesitatingly initiated his ticulously rehearsed ergency escape plan.
A strange fluctuation erupted from his body.
It was the "Thousand Transformations" special ability—record reappearance.
During his intimate contact with Nari, Ron had already recorded part of her Chaos Storm power.
Although limited to recording power levels close to the Dark Sun, it was just enough.
Now, this power was perfectly recreated, forming a Chaos Force Field around him.
Pure primal chaos began interfering with Maggs’ conceptual threads.
What should have been an unstoppable constraint began to show slight delays and shifts under the impact of the Chaos power.
"What?!"
Maggs’ nine eyes widened simultaneously, and the runes on his mask flickered violently:
"How could he voluntarily release Nari’s Chaos power? That’s an innate chaos privilege..."
But what astounded him more was yet to co.
Ron took out a silver pocket watch from his bosom, its dial engraved with complex ti runes, each symbol exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Once the pocket watch opened, the flow of ti around him began to change bizarrely.
"Bite the second hand!"
It wasn’t simply acceleration or deceleration, but a more stable form of ti manipulation—Ti Stasis.
Maggs felt his movents becoming sluggish, like being trapped in an invisible quagmire.
The speed of the threads’ movent was also severely affected, turning what was once an instant capturing process into sothing slow and awkward.
This was because his power level was significantly higher than Ron’s, giving him so resistance to the Ti Stasis; otherwise, he should have been completely immobilized by now.
"This kind of ti power..."
Maggs’ consciousness frantically searched through the depths of his mory.
The familiar feeling reminded him of a nearly forgotten na:
"’Clock King’ Erica..."
A legendary Great Wizard from the late Second Era and an absolute authority in ti manipulation.
Even "Mist of the Invisible" Nas, a Supre Apostle specializing in ti abilities, couldn’t compare to her.
Maggs would never forget how that legendary presence single-handedly turned the tide, banishing over a dozen Original Apostles in one breath.
At that ti, he was just an insignificant Morning Star-level Wizard, forced to watch that epoch-altering battle from afar.
The great clock manifested by Erica’s void remains almost rewrote the basic rules of the battlefield.
Those once-unrivaled Original Apostles were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless against the might of ti.
And now, the sa aura of power reappeared on his opponent!
"Impossible! Erica was self-banished into the river of ti with those Original Apostles after that battle. How could her legacy have spread..."
It was this brief mont of hesitation that gave Ron the perfect chance to escape.
The second hand of the silver pocket watch began to rotate counterclockwise, and the ti runes on the dial emitted a blinding light.
This wasn’t Ti Stasis, but another capability of the pocket watch—Ti Jump.
The next mont, Ron’s figure disappeared like an illusion and reappeared a few hundred ters away in a safe zone.
The entire process left no trace of movent.
It was as if he vanished from the current ti node and appeared at another one.
Maggs’ bindings completely missed their mark, and those black threads weakly flailed in the air, eventually dissipating into nothingness.
"Ti Jump..."
Maggs’ voice carried deep apprehension as his nine eyes were fixed on Ron, who stood again beside Nari:
"Who exactly are you? How can you use Erica’s Ti Secret Technique?"
Ron slowly put away the pocket watch, its silver surface looking particularly mysterious in the reflection of the Chaos Storm:
"So secrets are beyond your entitlent to know."
His voice was calm as water, but the underlying threat startled even Maggs:
"But I can tell you one thing—if there’s a next ti, I won’t just run away."
Seeing her "child" safely escape, Nari heaved a sigh of relief while her anger exploded to its peak.
The earlier bewitching confusion had completely vanished, replaced by pure maternal protective rage.
"Maggs!!!"
Her roar shook the entire arena as countless tentacles began to release pure Aura of Chaos:
"You despicable liar! How dare you lay hands on my child!"
Nari now truly understood that all Maggs’ previous "concern" was a false guise.
His real purpose, from the beginning, was to harm Ron.
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