The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 138

Humming and roaring, the wave of energy poured from Lartel’s body, surging into the heavens, rapidly forming a mass of green clouds that churned and spun, exuding tremendous pressure.

"Flow of the Essence!" Lartel shouted confidently. The fierce green winds howled with grandeur.

The Combat Magic was dazzling, its power awe-inspiring, scarcely believable that it was cast by a mere Novice Mage.

Dark clouds loomed like a mountain range under siege, casting a steady shade over the Iron Blade, nailing it in midair. The maelstrom of dark clouds churned violently, swirling toward the Iron Blade. The battle had begun with such grandiosity that many were thrilled. Truly worthy of The Clash of Eight Orders tournament, it was far more spectacular than any ordinary skirmish.

To the surprise of many, Cedrick remained expressionless and unfazed, and the Iron Blade stood unyielding under immense pressure. As the vortex of dark clouds bore down, the Iron Blade’s aura surged anew, shooting up like a rainbow piercing the heavens, shattering the rolling dark clouds as they soared upward.

"Hmph," Lartel scoffed. The power of the Flow of the Essence was unfathomable. "I’ll claim your blade!!"

The green wind and dark clouds swiftly expanded, massive as hills, tumbling high in the sky, from whence thunderous roars began to resonate. In the next moment, a wave of force enveloped the Iron Blade.

"Brilliant!!" Protégés of the Hidden Essence cheered, claiming the blade, eager to see how the battle would unfold.

"Ha-ha, your blade is mine now… What?" Lartel's laughter was cut short as a dark gleam cleaved through the void, splitting the colossal dark clouds.

The Iron Blade's killing intent was earth-shattering, unleashing a fierce blade energy that tore the clouds asunder, leaving them cleanly sliced apart. The blade's momentum transformed into a dark gleam, slashing towards Lartel.

Lartel's face paled. His strength was formidable only when supported with the Combat Magic of Flow of the Essence. In his panic, he unleashed waves of green energy in an attempt to intercept. But the Iron Blade was unstoppable, its lethal force cutting through all resistance, the thunderous sounds echoing unceasingly, shaking the spectators to their core.

Unease settled over many in the stands, for Cedrick stood motionless, having not taken a single step forward from the start. It seemed... almost effortless!

"Lartel, hold on," the Protégés of the Hidden Essence urged. This was their first battle in The Clash of Eight Orders; they could not afford to lose.

However, the Iron Blade was too dominant, shattering all green glimmers, and striking toward Lartel.

Lartel spat blood, reeling backward from the impact. With a defiant shout, his energy surged once more, converging into a hurricane that enveloped him. But... the Iron Blade pierced through the hurricane in an instant, cleaving towards Lartel. With a scream, the hurricane dissipated, and Lartel was sent flying by the overwhelming blade energy, leaving a trail of blood in midair. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

With a hump, Lartel crashed onto the dueling platform.

Clang! The Iron Blade returned, unleashing a fierce and wild blade aura, thick as a barrel, descending from the sky to strike at Lartel on the platform.

"No!!" Lartel cried out in terror.

"Stop!!" Protégés of the Hidden Essence nearly rushed forward.

Boom! The Iron Blade struck heavily beside Lartel, mere inches away, sending shards of stone pelting towards him. Lartel broke out in a cold sweat, his chest heaving dramatically.

The arena fell silent before erupting into roaring cheers. So powerful! This wild-haired youth was formidable. With a mere Iron Blade, he dominated the field, sealing the victory.

Cedrick sheathed his blade and strode off the platform without waiting for the announcement.

The presiding warrior's eye twitched at the lack of formality, but he still announced loudly, "Cobalt Strike, Cedrick, wins!!"

Lartel watched Cedrick's retreating figure, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness. Was the gap between them so wide? Why!

The Protégés of various Organizations looked on with grave expressions. Cobalt Strike's Protégés this year were showing strong promise. Alavin had been a surprise, but this Cedrick seemed even more formidable.

Adirich and the others were agape. This Iron Madman was truly monstrous!

"Is that the heir of the Iron family?" On the main platform, Commanders of various Organizations recalled that Cobalt Strike had fortuitously recruited an heir of the Iron family years ago. It must’ve been this one.

Cobalt Strike's Commander smiled and nodded slowly, "Yes, the child of the Iron family has grown up."

"Commander Kashann, your Protégés this year are quite exceptional," the Commander of Starlit Echoes congratulated with a smile.

"Oh, it's nothing. The competition has only just begun," the Cobalt Strike Commander said, unable to hide his smile. Cobalt Strike hadn't shined this brightly in many years. Although it was only a competition among new-generation Protégés... it was a proud moment indeed. Ha-ha.