The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 143

Crack! The Shockwave Cobra broke free from Alavin's grasp, charging wildly, striking earlier than Alavin instructed toward Lylian's Swordsmanship. Its speed was incredibly fast, impossible to evade.

With a loud explosion, the sound echoed throughout the arena. The Shockwave Cobra shattered on the spot, breaking through the white brilliance and even pushing back Lylian, nearly drowning her in uncontrollable flying sparks.

Lylian's face was stern as she retreated again and again, but Alavin, cutting through the chaotic storm of lightning, rushed forward at great speed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The fierce clash reignited, with Alavin forcefully turning the tide of battle. His whole body was wrapped in lightning. The Dawnedge Blade in his hand gathered the electric brilliance, and his swordplay became more and more ferocious, pushing Lylian back relentlessly.

The atmosphere in the arena heated up once more, with many spectators shouting in excitement at the spectacle.

The Cobalt Strike Elders changed their expressions stealthily. Was this truly Alavin they knew?

Marthew and the other five Elders were in disbelief. Facing praise from Elders of various Organizations, they could only respond with awkward smiles.

"Lylian, break away from him; don't get entangled," the girls of the Floral Enchantress urged anxiously, sweating with worry.

Eyla watched Alavin on the stage with great enthusiasm. This scene surprised her once more.

The top heirs of various Organizations exchanged glances, each seeing the surprise in the others' eyes.

"You big brute, does picking on a little lady make you feel accomplished? Back off!" Lylian shouted fiercely. Her attack suddenly became sharp as she forced Alavin back, summoning a breeze around her, and preparing to ascend to the skies.

However...

"Earthtorrent Greatblade!" Alavin stomped and leaped into the air, his swordplay suddenly gaining weight. A majestic sword pressure, real and powerful, centered around the ancient blade, shook the platform, overwhelming Lylian and making many spectators around the stands retreat subconsciously from the oppressive force.

Lylian was forced back to the ground, her steps faltering, her face paling. As she was about to counter, Alavin's Dawnedge Blade was already at her brow. His presence was sharp as the sword's edge, his gaze piercing. "Surrender? Or shall we continue?"

The intense battle came to a sudden halt. From tumultuous to stillness, the abrupt change left many disoriented.

Lylian stood her ground, her silver sword raised halfway. Her stronger Swordsmanship was ready to be unleashed, but... there was no chance left. She paused, instinctively raising her sword again.

Alavin pushed his sword forward, the cold tip kissing her brow. “Don’t move now. I really could hurt you.”

The Protégées of the Floral Enchantress covered their mouths in disbelief, watching the stage – had Lylian lost?