The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 145

"Tiger Roar Fist! Roar of Fury!" Ziros was the first to charge into battle, his right fist cutting through the air with a mighty swing, bringing forth a fierce aura. At the moment of impact, he roared again, "Roar of Wrath!"

"Shadow Sabre!" Alavin launched a powerful and relentless assault, knowing he couldn't afford to drag out the fight with these men; it had to be a clash of titans.

Fists collided with wild, unyielding force. The shockwaves that followed the impact were like boiling water in the air, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently. The intense energy and savage collision sent both Alavin and Ziros flying.

"Conqueror's Cleaver, Shattering Hack!" Nelsor arrived in an instant, his majestic frame flipping through the air. Wielding the mighty axe, Shattering Hack, he struck with overwhelming power and a murderous aura.

The two-meter-long axe, glinting with cold light, was sharp and resilient, and filled with surging dominance.

Mid-air, Alavin forcefully twisted his body and, with a powerful effort from his waist, slammed his right palm to the ground to somersault away.

Boom! The axe split the arena's surface, sending stones flying. The two-hundred-meter-high stage shook violently.

"Ah!" Nelsor hefted his axe for another charge, his movements reminiscent of a wild beast. He sprinted with large strides, and in the blink of an eye, was pursuing Alavin again. His arms flexed with power, the massive axe head creating a gusty wind with its force. The scene was absolutely electrifying.

Boom, boom, boom! The axe, like a barrage of meteorites, was relentless, stirring up a fierce gale and further shattering the stage's surface, leaving behind deep pits.

Alavin dodged perilously, and after more than a dozen close calls, he somersaulted backward, landing with a stomp and springing up like a hunting hawk soaring into the sky. Incredibly, he stepped on the axe head to gain momentum, flipping through the air to bypass Nelsor and charge at Ziros, who was rushing to attack. A series of evasive maneuvers and sudden attacks flowed together with unyielding force.

"Tiger Roar Fist. Roar of Vengeance!" Ziros was even more ferocious, meeting Alavin with an aerial punch, the energy revolving his fists howling with piercing strong energy, like a mini whirlwind striking towards the sky.

As Alavin tumbled, his limbs were spread wide, and his entire body tensed—Pulsar... Pike!

A fiercer whirlwind erupted from Alavin's entire body. It was a surge of power that matched the force of a heavy hammer.

Thunderous roars followed, and the two gales exploded, lifting a fierce wave of air that swept over the two-hundred-meter arena toward the Protégés, causing dozens of them to step back with solemn expressions.

Alavin, unstoppable, descended from the sky, and upon landing, he leaped with the force of a compressed spring, shooting diagonally into the sky. His fists were raining down like a tempest.

"Good! Bring it on!" Ziros, in his bravery, withstood Alavin's assault, managing to entangle Alavin and hold him close.

The two of them moved and flipped, exchanging fierce blows, flesh against iron, in a pure contest of strength. Sweat flew in the heat of battle.

The fight was blood-pumping, utterly exhilarating.