The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 65

Mariela, veiled to hide her stunning ethereal beauty, cast a glance over the arena and made her way to an elevated corner. She gave a simple nod to Celesse upon the dueling stage as a greeting, paying no mind to the astonished and admiring gazes and murmurs of the crowd as she stood quietly.

She was like a blooming white rose, not only exuding a chill but also a sense of purity and otherworldliness.

"Celesse and Mariela, two beauties vying for the spotlight, such a rare sight indeed."

"Today's a feast for the eyes."

"Celesse is here for Alavin, but why has Mariela come?"

"Why bother with such questions? We have a contest to watch and beauties to admire. What a day!"

The stir caused by Mariela's arrival lasted for quite a while, and just as the excitement seemed to be settling down, a special individual arrived at the scene.

Roald! The Golden Protégé, the wielder of the golden sword!

"Why's he here? Is Alavin's challenge worthy of his attention?" Nikulas, an Elite Protégé with a brawny stature and an unsightly face, but an aura wild and untamed like a standing beast, cast a cold glance towards Roald, who approached the tenth arena and snorted disdainfully.

"Heh, he doesn't care about Alavin's fight. He's just here to see how Alavin meets his end," Myke said with a smile as he approached Nikulas. This graceful and beautiful gentleman, effeminate yet exuding an oppressive aura, practiced the rare art of the Illusory Blade to near perfection, a match for few among the powerful Elite Protégés.

Roald, with his masculine handsomeness and brood gaze, stood out starkly. In the hearts of the Cobalt Strike Protégés, the name Roald carried immense weight, a genius among geniuses, one in a thousand. The status of Golden Protégé was his highest honor.

Both male and female Protégés held him in awe. When someone's talent and achievements far surpassed one's own, envy gave way to admiration and respect.

Roald ignored the commotion of the arena and stood stoically at the edge, waiting for the event to begin, though his gaze occasionally softened when he looked at Celesse.

Aloof by nature, he rarely mingled with others. Of the hundreds, even thousands of Protégés in the arena, none dared speak to him or stand in his way, leaving an open path to the dueling stage for his convenience.

The atmosphere remained fervent as the presence of Roald, Cedrick, Celesse, Mariela, and Elite Protégés like Nikulas raised the day's expectations and the event's prestige. It was a rare occasion to have gathered such renowned figures.

Soon after, Galos arrived, surrounded by more than a dozen Protégés, immediately becoming the center of attention.

Many Elite Protégés watched him closely, aware that Galos had been taken away by the Grand Elder for personal training. The Grand Elder, one of the top five in strength within Cobalt Strike, seldom personally mentored his direct Protégés. However, he had made an exception for Galos, secluding themselves for a month, inciting both envy and jealousy.

Were it not for this challenge, why would the Grand Elder have personally trained him? Galos had indeed struck it rich.

With a smile on his face and amidst screams and flattery, Galos approached the dueling stage. He reveled in such attention, enjoying the atmosphere. He had grown significantly over the past month, reaching the pinnacle of Stage VII and fully mastering Thundervein Valor, among other surprising gains.

Knowing the high expectations the Grand Elder had from such a hefty investment, Galos was geared up to deliver nothing short of a sensational 'performance." "What will I do today? Ruin Alavin! Crush his energy and end his arrogance."

"Galos seems to have reached the pinnacle of Stage VII."

"The Grand Elder's personal mentoring makes Stage VII peak expected, but I suspect he's gained other benefits."

"Galos comes with a strong momentum; Alavin is in danger today."

"Alavin has brute strength, but it's nothing against Galos' thunderous Combat Magic."

"Alavin's level is too low."

Many Protégés noted Galos' transformation, again stirring envious murmurs.

Galos, excited by the presence of Celesse, Roald, Cedrick, and others, felt such an audience was worthy of his appearance. Upon seeing Mariela, his smile deepened; he harbored affection for her. "Where's Alavin?" Galos was focused and ready for his glorious 'blossoming.'

Yes, where was he? Alavin seemed to be missing.

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