The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 294

Lucan and the others couldn’t help but cheer, elated. Oda gaped in amazement. Her brother was so powerful.

Romarn, sensing danger, realized the sword’s energy was as potent as the previous lightning storm. Clenching his teeth, his gaze turned ferocious, he twisted his body mid-air and directed the azure energy back at himself, puncturing his own formidable body with bloodied results, flinging himself clear of the deadly sword tide.

"Truly worthy of a Northlander barbarian. Even his method of battle is brutally relentless."

"It's quite effective, isn't it?"

"Be harsh about your foes and harsher on yourself, if you wish to survive."

The Protégés cheered with excitement, admiring Romarn's fierce assault. To make such a ruthless decision in the blink of an eye and to be so hard on oneself was not something just anyone could do. It required battle-hardened experience, enough savagery, and courage. “Indeed,” they thought. “Lord Viperbane does have some capable individuals.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

But suddenly, the arena's mood shifted, and an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Marak leaped to his feet, shouting, "Beware!"

Romarn tumbled wildly through the air towards the distant ruins, relieved to have avoided Alavin's Sword Tide, but... just as he was about to land, Alavin miraculously appeared below him. With precise judgment and decisive action, Alavin's eyes gleamed sharply as he moved like lightning, grabbing Romarn's descending ankle. His fingers burst with force, sinking deep into the flesh, clamping down on the ankle bone. At the same time, Alavin exerted his full strength, his arm veins

bulging, hefting Romarn's three-meter-tall frame into the air, spinning him around thrice before smashing him into a massive boulder.

"Boom!!" Romarn shattered the boulder. Dust whirled, and debris scattered everywhere. Every wound on his body burst open with the impact, and blood splattered everywhere. His agonized screams echoed throughout the beast pit.

The crowd looked on in shock, mouths agape at the sudden turn of events. Even Marak was caught off guard and stood frozen. "Stand up!" A guard at Marak's side sprang up, bellowing with a roar.

Romarn was a tough one, a madman even. The very moment he hit the ground, he arched his back violently, breaking free from Alavin's hold.

However...

"Shadow Sabre!" Alavin followed closely, stepping into the air, and with a clenched fist, delivered a barrage of devastating blows, smashing down on Romarn's head with utter contempt. Crack, Romarn's energy shield shattered on the spot. The crisp sound rang throughout the arena. Although the energy shield had weakened the Shadow Sabre's force by ninety percent, Alavin's fist still hammered Romarn's head, dazing him and sending him flying backward.

Alavin's assault continued. A spinning side kick with a 365-degree arc whistled fiercely, striking Romarn's abdomen hard. A series of ferocious attacks dazzled the onlookers, yet they were precise, quick, and brutal, overturning the tide of battle. Everyone could clearly sense Alavin's overwhelming strength and control over the battlefield.

Who was wilder, and who was stronger? The answer was unfolding before their eyes!

"Argh!!" Romarn, in excruciating pain, erupted with a dazzling blue light from his body. The brilliant radiance coalesced into a solid, holy armor that enveloped him completely, offering far more

protection than the energy shield.

"Thunder Echo!" Alavin closed in swiftly, unleashing a thunderous blast that shook the beast pit with an earth-shattering boom. The entire block of buildings trembled, and every stone and leaf shuddered. The Protégés of the Citadel and guards of the Mallister family all winced and showed pained expressions. Romarn was the first to bear the brunt, clutching his head and screaming in agony, losing his hearing and becoming dizzy as both the energy shield and blue aura began to blur.

Alavin grabbed Romarn's head and whirled it around, unleashing a flurry of punches, each one landing with raw power mixed with thunder. Treating Romarn as a human punching bag, Alavin threw dozens of punches, sending him flying over twenty meters. Throughout the ordeal, Alavin followed relentlessly, continuing to strike.

Without the blue aura and energy shield's meager protection, Romarn would have been pulverized long ago. As it was, the fierce power still penetrated the light armor, breaking at least ten of his bones.

It was a brutal beatdown!

Romarn was strong and still had the strength to fight back, but now he was in severe pain, dizzy, and completely incapacitated, helplessly enduring Alavin's beating. He could still feel, and feel intensely, but his consciousness was blurred, and his eardrums were ringing.

The Citadel Protégés looked on with grave expressions; they could see that Alavin wasn't treating Romarn as a true opponent. He was truly treating this as a warm-up!

"Romarn! You blighted fool, fight back!" Marak's face turned sour as he shouted loudly.