The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel 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.