The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 123

Gwenda cast a disdainful glance at Myke and sneered, "This is getting more and more laughable. A fellow who's a ladyboy is bad enough, but now a servant joins the fray? Does our Cobalt Strike have no shame?"

The Protégés surrounding the arena burst into laughter. "What's this, does The Clash of Eight Orders now require a lackey to sweep the floors and tend to lodgings? Haha, the Organization surely thinks of everything."

An Elder scolded Alavin with a stern look, "Get down from there. Stop this nonsense!"

"Alavin, don't shame yourself. Step down," Roald said with a cold frown.

Balder, tugging at Alavin to the side, said, "Alavin, let's wait a moment. Perhaps the Commander hasn't—oh... here they come."

At that moment, the Cobalt Strike Commander arrived at the Arena and glanced at Alavin from afar before ascending the training platform.

"Commander!" The Elder and the various Protégés bowed in respect.

"Alavin." The Commander's gaze towards Alavin was somewhat complex.

"Commander!" Alavin replied confidently, without a hint of inferiority.

"Commander, Alavin's arrival..."

An Elder began to speak but was silenced by a gesture from the Commander. "Gwenda, you may retire for now."

"What?" Gwenda was taken aback.

"Alavin will take your place in The Clash of Eight Orders."

"What?" Gwenda's voice pitched up in disbelief, staring at the Commander.

"Alavin??" Roald, Cedrick, even Mariela, and others were all visibly shaken, thinking they had misheard.

The five Elders were also taken aback and quickly gathered around the Commander. "Commander, what is the meaning of this? How can Alavin replace Gwenda? This... this is too much of a disparity!"

"Alavin is stronger than Gwenda and is eligible to compete."

"How could Alavin possibly be stronger than Gwenda?" The five Elders were serious. This was ridiculous; the difference in strength was vast, and there were social standings to consider. How could they send a servant to The Clash of Eight Orders? Would that not bring shame upon Cobalt Strike?

"Alavin, what have you done!" Gwenda, jolted awake by the shock, pointed at Alavin and screamed. “Me, replaced by Alavin? An Elite Protégé replaced by a servant? Impossible! This cannot be!”

"Sorry," Alavin shrugged, his only desire being to compete. As for who he replaced, that was not his decision to make.

Adirich protested loudly, "Commander! How could Alavin possibly be qualified to compete? A servant, a mere Stage VI, how could such a one represent Cobalt Strike?" Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Alavin reminded him, "Adirich, remember to show some restraint in public."

"Who the hell are you to talk to me like that? Commander, I protest."

"Defeat him."

Before the Commander could finish speaking, Adirich charged like a tiger. "Alavin, get out of the first Arena!"

Searing Poison Fist! Adirich's right hand clenched like an eagle's talon. Black mist swirled around his fingers, a poison fog condensed from magic, vicious and deadly, capable of seeping into one's entire Channel of Energy. It was a lethal move.

Alavin did not dodge or retreat, meeting the attack head-on, his body generating a fierce gale like a hurricane exploding forth, slamming into Adirich.

Pulsar Pike! Though casually executed, the move contained ferocious power. The winds howled and forcefully repelled Adirich.

Stumbling, Adirich lost his footing as Alavin swiftly followed, brushing past him. With a solid palm, Alavin pressed against Adirich's abdomen, releasing a tremendous surge of power from his arm, concentrated at his palm.

With a muffled groan, Adirich was sent flying, tumbling over ten meters across the ground, rolling uncontrollably until he crashed below the training platform.

"You bastard!" Gwenda suddenly attacked from behind, a blade thrusting towards Alavin's nape, its gleam flashing like lightning.

"Is this what you call an ambush? You were far too obvious!" Alavin dodged with a swift sidestep, leaving an afterimage where he stood, and, without even looking, grasped Gwenda's throat with a snap.

The crisp sound echoed through the training platform, as Gwenda was suspended mid-air.

Alavin's gaze was cold as steel, focusing on Gwenda's eyes. His body's electricity boiled instantly, converging in his arm and transforming into a Shockwave Cobra that hissed menacingly at Gwenda, ready to strike at any moment.

Gwenda's face paled as she struggled against Alavin's grip, but the next second, she was knocked away by the Shockwave Cobra.

The rapid exchange of attacks was a blur, leaving the watching Protégés confused. In the blink of an eye, Adirich and Gwenda had both been thrown out.

Silence fell over the crowd, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The Elders and middle-aged Protégés were shocked, and Roald and others were stunned once again.

What level was Alavin? How did he possess such explosive strength?

Even if Adirich and Gwenda had not used their full power, they should not have been so easily dispatched by Alavin.

Balder's smile deepened as he looked towards the eastern side of the Arena, where a conspicuous troop in black armor surrounded a portly, opulent man standing with his hands behind his back, nodding slowly at Alavin's performance. He gave Balder an approving look, his lips curling into a smile.

"Alavin, I’m going to kill you." Adirich struggled to his feet, his abdomen writhing with excruciating pain.

"Steady yourself before you speak," Alavin had been unceremoniously forceful with Adirich. His palm thrust, unleashing the force of three thousand pounds in a single explosive burst.

The breakthrough in his mystical realm and the modifications bestowed upon him by the Shadowbringer had transcended his physical form, elevating his full-strength strike to an explosive

force of over fifteen hundred pounds. With but a minor call upon the Goliath Force, he could unleash a devastating breakthrough power.