The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 12

“You think advancing to Novice Mage makes you invincible? Your unorthodox methods are a joke compared to a true Mage,” Nysah said smoothly, approaching Alavin. Her pale, delicate fingers spun gracefully, conjuring spirits of flame that danced merrily between her hands.

Inferno Serpent Strike! An advanced Combat Magic that was known to be powerful.

Yesterday, Tyral had cast Inferno Serpent Strike, but neither the scale of the flames, their heat, nor their conjuration could match the prowess of Nysah, a Novice Mage of Stage VI.

"You still have a chance to back down," Nysah said with a sly grin, her beauty enchanting as her hands suddenly clenched. Flames danced nimbly from her grasp, swirling with a ferocious intensity like twin serpents of fire coiling between her fingers.

"Let's fight then! I'll stand my ground to the end!" Alavin could sense the danger. His left hand slowly balled into a fist until his knuckles turned white, and veins stood out along his arm.

From the sidelines, Tyral shouted, "Nysah, be careful—Alavin's strength is formidable!"

“Alavin, you brute, do you think you can counter magic with sheer force?"

"Without your Combat Magic, your power is a sad sight indeed."

"Nysah, crush him! Show him what a real Novice Mage can do, let him feel the might of an Elite Protégé!"

Nysah, sensing Alavin's stubbornness, scoffed internally. With a flick of her wrists, the flames around her soared as she moved gracefully towards Alavin like a striking viper. "Pity, Alavin. Today you'll become nothing but a cripple."

Her body was supple, her movements fluid as she weaved left and right, like an onrushing flame serpent.

She was not careless, readying a decisive blow to leave Alavin no chance for a counterattack. She had heard of Alavin's astonishing physical strength; he had once thrashed a Stage I Novice Mage during his Apprentice years.

"Finish him!" Tyral cheered from the sidelines.

Alavin stood motionless, his gaze sharp as the eyes of a hawk, locking onto Nysah. Moments later, Nysah surged from the left in a sudden attack, showing no mercy. Alavin smirked. His concealed right hand had suddenly thrust forward a throwing dagger that streaked through the air like lightning. Its gleaming blade aimed ruthlessly at Nysah.

Alavin's explosive power was immense; this long-prepared throw could wield the force of hundreds of pounds.

Nysah's reflexes were quick; she twisted in mid-air to avoid the dagger. Her red robes and blazing flames gave her the appearance of a phoenix in flight.

However...

The dagger did not fly in a straight line but arced deviously, spinning rapidly like a miniature meat grinder, carrying with it a devastating force that grazed past Nysah's side.