The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 70

The atmosphere in the arena shifted from eerie to a blazing fervor. The relentless and fiery onslaught was a spectacle of visual shock, rousing the spirits of the crowd. The male Protégés watched with fervent excitement, and many female Protégées looked on with eyes sparkling with admiration. It was expected to be Galos' solo show today, but it turned into a gripping battle of attrition that was incredibly thrilling. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Alavin's wild and unorthodox fighting style was looked down upon by many traditional students, but today, he turned his 'wild moves' into a 'master strategy.' His movements were fluid and his attacks were forceful and seasoned, like relentless waves upon the sea. With the support of his Goliath Force, every punch, every strike, every offensive move came with a whooshing wind that made onlookers' hearts pound with fear.

Alavin used his entire body as a weapon—elbows, legs, fists, hands, shoulders—all were honed to perfection, showcasing the full power of his Goliath Force. Even the senior Protégés and Elite Protégés internally cheered for him. When it came to combat alone, they couldn't help but praise his brilliance.

"Alavin! Alavin!" Carly shouted with high spirits, clapping so hard her delicate hands turned red. The ladies by her side also began to cheer and shout for Alavin. Only Celesse remained calm from start to finish, her focus unwavering on the fierce battle on the stage.

"Alavin is reaching his limit; it's time for Galos to counterattack," Myke observed closely from the sidelines, never taking his eyes off the fight, and silently judging the battle. Alavin's offense was spectacular, but it was a huge drain on his stamina, while Galos had the advantage of Blink Sprint, frequently evading Alavin's deadly blows. In comparison, Alavin's output and gains were disproportionate.

If it continued like this, Alavin would soon exhaust his strength.

"Galos is about to strike back," murmured Mariela and many other direct Protégés. Exciting as it was, they valued the outcome more.

"Enough! My turn!" Galos seized the opportunity to break free from Alavin, creating a distance of ten meters. Disheveled and with tattered clothes, he looked ragged, but his aura was incredibly fierce. He once again summoned lightning, crouching down, and slammed his right palm onto the ground.

"Thundervein Valor, the fourth phrase—Thunder Prison!"

Galos shouted, and his body's lightning retracted suddenly. It then exploded from his right palm in the next instant. This time, it wasn't a blinding flash and loud bang, but a relentless release of numerous bolts of lightning that radiated from where his palm struck the ground, like a blooming flower of electric energy, sweeping across a span of seven to eight meters. Each bolt was as thick as a thumb, containing terrifying power.

Alavin, charging forward, was hit by this sudden and fierce tide of lightning, his clothes tore, and his flesh ripped open. His body was flung backward, the severity of his wounds a testament to the power of the attack.

The tide of battle had turned!

Many Protégés gasped. This was the true might of Thundervein Valor, fearsome! Galos, with his Stage VII abilities, had executed a magical release that even many stage VIII Protégés would struggle to achieve.

"Alavin is defeated; he's unlikely to have a chance now. However, the fact that he held on for so long is already a surprise. Today's battle will be enough for him to stand his ground among the senior Protégés, provided Galos doesn't completely disable him," many spectators commented, a mix of excitement and regret in their voices. The fight was spectacular, but all too brief, leaving them wanting more.

Galos stood his ground, breathing heavily. To unleash the 'Thunder Prison' to its fullest, he had expended a great deal of magic, leaving his head spinning. Yet, seeing Alavin flying backward and crashing to the ground, his mood was exhilarating. "You're out of your league fighting me."

Alavin lay on the ground, his blood-soaked and torn clothes sticking to his body, seemingly at his end.

"Alavin, how are you?" Carly couldn't help but want to rush over, but Celesse held her back.

Some people covered their mouths, their hearts aching at the sight.

But then, Alavin lay still for only a few seconds, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and, to the amazement of the entire arena, he easily sat up. His breathing was erratic, but he did not seem to be as gravely hurt as it appeared.

The Protégés closest to the fighting platform were astonished. From their vantage point, Alavin's injuries did not seem as severe as they had imagined. The lightning should have been enough to damage his bones, making further combat impossible. Yet, it seemed Alavin was not gravely wounded, just superficially harmed, at least that's how it appeared.