The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 68

"Galos is sure to win, with the elegant Blink Sprint and his Thundervein Valor, Galos stands invincible. Alavin trying to counter with just Goliath Force is impossible; he doesn't even have a chance to fight back," a middle-aged Protégé concluded from the stands.

Cedrick's expression darkened slightly. He disliked this turn of events; after all, Alavin had only just been exposed to Combat Magic, and he was of the Stage V realm. Now, were they using Combat Magic to suppress him? This match was utterly unfair.

Just then, Galos struck repeatedly, battering Alavin until he spat blood, flinging him to the edge of the arena. Struggling a few times, Alavin nearly couldn't stand up again. The battle was entirely one-sided, with no suspense to be had.

Many hopeful Protégés shook their heads in disappointment. Alavin, after all, was but a servant, capable of causing a stir only among the lower circles. In the presence of an Elite Protégé, he stood no chance. "It seems you only deserve to face my 'Thunderous Punch," Galos taunted, his form elusive as he darted left and right, swiftly closing in on Alavin. His body crackled with lightning, bursting with a blinding light that disrupted Alavin's sight and left behind illusions of his presence.

"Rise, Alavin!" Carlys called out anxiously.

"Galos, knock him off the stage with a single punch; don't let this lowly servant taint our noble dueling platform," another onlooker shrieked.

"To hell with you, watch your filthy mouth!" someone else retorted angrily on the spot.

Alavin spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a carp's leap, he sprang up, his body suddenly erupting with dense sparks of electricity. He moved towards Galos with a series of rigid and coherent gestures, channeling the electricity through his body in an ever-increasing surge, multiplying in intensity.

"What's this?"

"Combat Magic?"

In the brief span of three seconds, Alavin completed all six segments of the Indigo Viper technique-fluid, swift, and precise.

The electric arcs around Alavin surged to their zenith, rivaling even Galos of Stage VII. Without a word, his expression stern and cold, Alavin exploded into action like a tiger descending the mountain, pouncing towards Galos.

"Hiss!"

Electricity boiled and converged into a formidable Shockwave Cobra, coiling around Alavin's body, its tongue flicking high as it let out a shrill, piercing cry like that of a true beast.

"Shockwave Cobra?"

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

"Combat Magic? I've never seen such Combat Magic before."

The crowd erupted in surprise, exclamations filled the air, and even the senior Protégés were unsettled. Alavin was known for practicing the Goliath Force-where did this electrical Combat Magic come from, and such an unheard-of kind at that? As they watched the fierce Shockwave Cobra and felt the dazzling intensity of its tumult, every Protégé's face was etched with shock. "What?" Even Galos was briefly taken aback, his Blink Sprint and offense momentarily faltering.

"Snake Roar!" Alavin, his gaze intense, locked onto Galos and seized the brief moment of his opponent's astonishment. With precise aggression, he unleashed the Shockwave Cobra, which swept across Galos' body and burst forth with a ferocity that mingled beauty and savagery in a stunning visual assault.

Galos snapped back to reality and dodged decisively, but the nature of lightning Combat Magic was speed, and the raging Shockwave Cobra struck him on the shoulder in the blink of an eye.

There was a great disparity between Alavin and Galos-two whole stages-but the Indigo Viper was transformative Combat Magic, its instantaneous outburst devastating. Amidst the piercing thunder, Galos was sent reeling; his shoulder was drenched in blood, and his body nearly lost control as he staggered backward.

"Goliath Force, the third segment, Mountain Mover!" Alavin seized the moment, charging in front of Galos, channeling all his strength into his right shoulder for a textbook Mountain Mover that landed solidly on Galos.

How much strength did he have? A full-force punch carried the weight of nine hundred pounds!

The perfected Mountain Mover allowed him to triple his attack power in an instant, so this strike hit with nearly three thousand pounds of force.

Galos felt as if he was struck by lightning. He could almost heard the crack of his ribs as his body tumbled uncontrollably towards the center of the Arena, retreating a good twenty to thirty meters.

"Now it's my turn!" Alavin roared, stamping his foot and charging forward. Lacking finesse but full of wild speed, he sprinted straight at Galos. Before Galos could land, Alavin reached out and firmly grasped his ankle, roaring from deep within his throat. With all his might, he swung Galos through the air in a wild dance, three full circles before smashing him to the ground.

"Aah!" Many female Protégées screamed, unable to watch the explosive scene unfold.

However, in the final moments, as Galos seemed about to crash headfirst to the ground, he managed a counterattack. Striking the ground with his arms and releasing a bolt of lightning from his free left foot, he aimed for Alavin's face. This perfect blend of defense and attack forced Alavin to release his hold and retreat at the last moment.

Galos landed and rolled, barely dissipating the wild force of the attack, but he was visibly shaken.

The rapid succession of events silenced the crowd, many unable to grasp what had just transpired.

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