The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 148

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The Earthbound Spirits Commander's furrowed brow slowly relaxed, as he turned to the Cobalt Strike Commander beside him. "Commander Kashann, is Alavin really a servant of your Cobalt Strike?"

Commander Kashann chuckled and said nothing, as he had been asked countless times before. He was also stunned by Alavin's performance and somewhat understood why Alavin was fighting so desperately.

"Since he's a servant, he's not important, right? How about you let me have him?" As the Earthbound Spirits Commander spoke, the other Commanders were taken aback. Was this an expression of valuing talent?

"He was a servant, but not anymore," replied Commander Kashann with a light smile. This wasn't untrue; according to his agreement with Alavin, if Alavin won a battle, his servitude would be waived. So today's Alavin was no longer a servant of Cobalt Strike.

"For what reason did Alavin become a servant?" inquired the Bloodlore Commander, seemingly intrigued as well.

"An accident," Commander Kashann did not wish to elaborate.

Not only were the Commanders intrigued, but protégés also sensed something amiss. Either Alavin was a complete madman, or something serious was at play.

"Why is Alavin serving as a servant?" a protégé from the Hidden Essence approached the Cobalt Strike group.

"Is it any of your concern?" Roald and his companions met the question with cold stares.

"Just asking, what's the harm in speaking?"

"Indeed, there is no harm in speaking." Cedrick, clutching his iron blade, looked out over the fierce battlefield of the arena. "Alavin was once a young lord of his own town. Eight years ago, an accident befell them, and Cobalt Strike laid waste to his entire town. His parents' fate is unknown, two hundred thousand people were enslaved in the mines, and he was captured and made to serve Cobalt Strike."

"What?" The protégé from the Hidden Essence couldn't believe his ears. Did Alavin have a grudge against Cobalt Strike?

"Alavin sold himself to Mollen Commerce for a chance to compete in The Clash of Eight Orders. You contend for ranks; he's fighting for his life, to save his kin."

"Cedrick! You've gone too far!" Roald sternly cautioned. Such words were ambiguous and could be grossly misunderstood if spread abroad. “You're a protégé of Cobalt Strike. Why would you incriminate your own Organization?”

Realization dawned, and there was indeed a scandal brewing. The protégé from the Hidden Essence smirked and quietly withdrew.

Before long, the tale of Alavin's vendetta against Cobalt Strike spread among the protégés, reaching the ears of those in the stands. As Cedrick's words were passed around, they became twisted, even turning into tales of Cobalt Strike massacring Alavin's entire town.

The Commanders, with their strong power and acute mindfulness, naturally heard the murmurs below. Commander Kashann's expression was grim. Who was spreading these distorted facts?

At that moment, the tide of the battle in the arena shifted dramatically. Alavin cast aside his great axe and drove back Nelsor, unleashing a tempestuous assault on Ziros. Dark energy swirled around

his arms, his killing intent chillingly sharp. He bombarded Ziros with relentless blows, pressing him back to the very edge of the arena.

"Sky Shattering Cry!" Ziros, desperate, launched a counterattack, his fists striking with such force that the air seemed to boil around him. The roaring sound was deafening, but his consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't see Alavin's approach, allowing Alavin to completely evade his attack and strike hard from the side, disrupting his move and then suddenly lunging with a punch that landed squarely on Ziros’ head.

Damn! The protégés all changed color in unison.

Ziros was struck as if by lightning. His consciousness was spinning, his formidable body falling stiffly from the arena.

A hundred meters away, Nelsor shook his head vigorously, forcing himself back to reality. He took a deep breath, grabbed his great axe, and with a guttural roar, hefted it to strike back.

But...

Alavin was already upon him from behind. Before Nelsor could turn with his axe, Alavin stepped forward and leaped up. His clenched fist, surrounded with dark energy, crashed into the nape of Nelsor's neck with clean, fierce strength and a wisp of black smoke.

Nelsor trembled and staggered, then fell to his knees heavily on the ground. His persistence finally collapsed at that moment, overwhelmed by the brutal killing intent. His head struck the arena floor.