The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 129

Marak was flung from the manor, barely managing to control his descent enough to land without too much embarrassment. Yet his clothes were torn, and his skin split and bruised, battered to a pitiful state, his wounds grievous. In a frenzy, he roared with the ferocity of a beast, his body emanating waves of energy so intense that the very ground beneath his feet shattered, and the surrounding rocks were torn asunder. Boulders and stones from all directions converged before him, forming a solid wall of earth.

Alavin was like a streak of lightning, darting forward with unstoppable force.

"Shadow! Sabre!" With a thunderous shout in his heart and a fiery glint in his eyes, Alavin charged, swinging his fists with all his might. He didn't wait for the earthen wall to settle; he collided with it head-on.

Boom!

The wall collapsed, the deafening crash reverberating so loudly that nearly half the city felt the ground tremble beneath them.

"What?! What power is this?" Marak's face twisted with shock.

From amidst the rubble and dust, Alavin charged, his fist swinging down like a hammer. Marak's head snapped back, and he was sent flying, crashing into a towering old tree more than ten meters away. The impact was so great that the tree, surrounded by a flower bed, nearly toppled over, its ancient roots bursting out from the soil in a cloud of dust.

Orland, Roald, and others followed outside just in time to witness this explosive scene, all taken aback. Other guards hurried over and also saw Marak being smashed away.

Dazed, Marak slumped at the base of the old tree, struggling to regain his senses.

Alavin stood before him. "Are you going to apologize?"

With great effort, Marak lifted his eyes, a fierce glint in them as he tried to strike again, but Alavin seized him by the throat and hoisted him high. "Apologize or not?!"

"Stop!" Orland and the others rushed forward.

Cedrick and his companions stepped in first. "Time to apologize."