The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 142

A breeze swirled around Lylian, holding her aloft as if she were a dazzling sprite. She stood proudly in the air, her breath a light snort, looking down on Alavin with relentless intent and her sword's soaring energy .

Alavin was astonished. Could she actually fly?

Swoosh! Lylian dove down at him, unleashing a flurry of sword shadows. Despite her youthful appearance, her attacks were fierce and overwhelming, forcing Alavin to retreat continuously.

As she almost completely dominated the fight, it took her just over a dozen exchanges to forcefully push Alavin back.

"Is this all you've got? I'm disappointed. Time to end it now!" Lylian cried out coldly, as the sword's energy around her boiled over, engulfing Alavin in a storm of blinding light.

Alavin kept vanishing and reappearing, but Lylian soared above the ground, relentlessly pursuing him. Just as a tide of the sword's energy threatened to engulf Alavin, a true silver longsword burst forth from within the sword's energy, aiming straight for Alavin's brow. The air was filled with the tumultuous roar of the sword's energy, becoming wild and fierce.

Such astonishing Sword Skill, such a terrifying move!

The crowd held their breath, fixated with tension. This girl was frighteningly strong.

Alavin had nowhere to dodge. As his foot touched the edge of the dueling platform, he reached out and grabbed the Dawnedge Blade. The beast’s hide covering shattered, and the sword's radiance burst forth like lightning, piercing through the storm of the sword's energy to clash with the silver longsword in midair.

Tip against tip!

The Dawnedge Blade erupted with a sky-shattering sword's energy, instantly shattering Lylian's and firmly blocking her silver longsword. In the next instant, Alavin forcefully withdrew his sword, his body flipped, and his right leg swept out like an iron whip toward Lylian.

Caught off guard, Lylian scrambled to block but was struck on the shoulder by Alavin's foot. She cried out in shock, was harshly flung back, and nearly stumbled upon landing.

The sudden turn of events silenced the crowd.

Alavin stood tall on the dueling platform, sword in hand, his presence fused with the sword's energy around him. Gone was any hint of ordinariness; he was sharp and powerful. The Dawnedge Blade vibrated with clarity in his grip as if sensing its owner's will to strike again.

Cedrick and the others exchanged looks, confused. Alavin could wield a sword? That was news to them.

"Fine sword!" the Commanders on the main stage nodded in unison, recognizing the extraordinary nature of the ancient sword in Alavin's hand. This was not against the rules; any weapon that wasn't exceptionally sensational could be used here. Of course, a Novice Mage level mage couldn't handle too mighty a weapon anyway. And Lylian's silver longsword was no ordinary blade either.

"Who the hell said he only had brute strength?" someone grumbled in the stands. Whichever sources claimed that Alavin's performance was only due to his brute force was clearly flawed; his Swordsmanship was evidently strong.

"I challenge you, and if I win, the sword is mine," Lylian declared, not discouraged but rather ignited with fighting spirit. She lunged with her sword without waiting for Alavin's consent.

Alavin held nothing back as he met her head-on.

Clang! The deafening ring of their swords clashing resonated throughout the arena as they engaged in an increasingly fierce duel. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sword met sword, sparks flew, and the mighty sword's energy raged across the platform, spraying everywhere like rampant lightning. It was a clash of the mighty, the sound and fury astonishing.

Lylian's swordsmanship was exceptional, and her ability to fly gave her a distinct advantage. Yet, Alavin's movements bore a wildness, unyielding and direct, his assaults relentless. His swordsmanship was fluid and swift, effectively countering Lylian's offensive. They appeared evenly matched.

Lylian was a prodigy of Stage IX Novice Mage level, cultivated with great effort by the Floral Enchantress herself. Alavin could be her equal? This scene was more astounding than the last.

Their battle grew more intense as the sword's energy pierced the sky. The clash was fierce beyond measure.

"You are worthy of being my opponent. Thornling Sword Skill, fifth phrase, Fullmoon's Chilling Forest!" Lylian cried out, tumbling through the air, dodging Alavin's attack and counterstriking with a fierce, brisk wind around her. Her longsword traced arcs of white light, the sword's energy surging like tumultuous waves, unstoppable.

Alavin charged forward, his sword aimed straight ahead. As he sprinted, a dense web of lightning suddenly erupted around him, sharp and chaotic, drawing gasps from the crowd as it rapidly coalesced into a meter-long Shockwave Cobra, coiling around him and hissing to the sky.

"Wow!" voices exclaimed, most onlookers rising to their feet.

The Shockwave Cobra hissed, robust and lifelike, like a true Magi-Monster, emitting a piercing, powerful call.

Lylian was inwardly shocked. What secrets did this man hold?