The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 137

"Alavin has cheated!" the Earthbound Spirits' Apprentices surrounded Tarner, their emotions running high. There had to be something amiss; Tarner's strength was surely greater than Alavin's. It was inconceivable that he'd be repelled with just two punches.

Tarner was gasping for breath, his face deathly pale, with severe injuries to his right arm and chest cavity that had him sweating coldly in pain. His consciousness was somewhat hazy, and he looked a bit like he had been scared out of his wits.

The atmosphere in the stands was abuzz as Apprentices from various Organizations began speculating. No one could understand what had happened, but it was clear that Alavin had used some trickery. Yet, what kind of tactic could lead to Tarner's instant defeat?

Atop the main dais, Lord Doramon suddenly inquired, "I’d like to ask Commander Kashann, what kind of Combat Magic Alavin practices?"

The Floral Enchantress Commander whispered, "What have you perceived, Lord Doramon?"

"His fists! There was a dark aura about them!" Lord Doramon recalled earnestly.

Bloodlore Commander Jarad slowly nodded. "That is killing intent, turned substantial! In my view, the Earthbound Spirits Protégé was struck by this killing intent, which agitated his soul."

Oh? The various Organization Commanders were surprised. They hadn't paid much attention before. How could one so young possess such a potent killing aura, and how could he solidify it into substance?

The Cobalt Strike Commander had little knowledge of Alavin, but since Alavin had won, and won so spectacularly at that, he saw no reason to undermine his own standing, and he simply smiled. "I

brought Alavin here for a reason, and I believe he will surprise you all. As for his Combat Magic, may I be excused from revealing it just yet?" He felt a blush rise to his cheeks at his own words. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The other Organization Commanders didn't dwell on it, but they began to pay closer attention to Alavin.

The Earthbound Spirits Commander remained calm, able to accept the outcomes of a few battles with equanimity.

On the combat stage, the middle-aged warrior felt awkward; he hadn't clearly seen what had occurred and was hesitant to declare a winner or accuse anyone of foul play. Luckily, the old lord on the main dais gave him a slow nod, signaling to make the announcement.

The warrior approached Alavin solemnly and declared loudly, "In this year's The Clash of Eight Orders, the first round of combat, the first battle, victory goes to Cobalt Strike's Alavin!"

"Why? Give us an explanation!" the Earthbound Spirits' Apprentices protested vehemently.

"If you don't even know how you were defeated, why do you still have the nerve to shout?" The warrior, a tough nut, coldly scolded them, and they were left red-faced and speechless.

The crowd stirred again as the warrior made his judgment, and the Commanders acquiesced. Could it be that Alavin had not cheated? Or had he used a legitimate tactic?

"The first round, the first battle, a surprise!"

"What's the story with this lad? If his defeat of the Earthbound Spirits the first time was a fluke, what about today?"

"What tactics did he use to win?"

"I have a feeling this kid's pretty enigmatic."

"No wonder Cobalt Strike was confident enough to bring a Stage VIII Apprentice here; they must be sure of themselves."

The atmosphere was electric. Since the Commanders had approved, there couldn't be any problem. Though it all felt quite odd, such a competition was thrilling. Nobody knew what the outcome would be, when a reversal might occur, or when there would be a surprise.

Alavin stepped down from the combat stage and nodded with a smile to Adirich and the others, "I've finished my part; now it's your turn."

Adirich and his companions were dumbstruck, eyeing Alavin with a mix of awe and disbelief. Had he won? And so decisively?

"What did you do to him?" Myke couldn't help but ask.

"Just doused his fire a bit." Alavin was still shaking his arm, the pain evident!

"Commander promised that if you won a battle, you'd be no longer a servant. Congratulations in advance; we'll drink to it tonight," Cedrick said, slapping him heartily on the back before striding onto the combat stage.

"Clang!" The iron sword leaped into the air, suspended five meters above, its blade's aura fierce and resonating throughout the arena.

"Cobalt Strike, Cedrick, seeks battle!" Cedrick called out, his eyes narrow and gleaming. His hair rose as if it had created its own wind. His expression was cold and detached, embodying the sharpness of the hovering sword above.

"I will face you! Cobalt Strike, we are not done with you..." An Earthbound Spirits Apprentice was about to step forward when a member of the Hidden Essence leaped onto the Arena first. "The Hidden Essence, Lartel, accepts the challenge."

With a flash of light, the Iron Blade writhed in the air like a fierce dragon and swooped down on Lartel!

Cedrick acted swiftly, not wasting any time. The atmosphere of the arena was charged; could this man really control his warblade from a distance without even touching it?

"I know you; you are Cedrick, of the Iron family," Lartel declared with confidence. Raising his arms, a green aura surged around him, swirling violently, lifting him into the air like a tornado reaching for the sky.