The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 149

Alavin stood in the center of the combat arena, gasping for breath. His body was drenched in blood, with dozens of wounds that were a shocking sight to behold. His head hung low, and his consciousness faded as if he might collapse at any moment.

He had reached his limit!

The arena was silent at first, but then sporadic applause began to echo. Before long, the clapping grew louder and louder, with even Protégés, including Orland, joining in to applaud him.

The judge presiding over the arena looked towards the old lord's dais for a signal, and, upon receiving a nod, strode towards Alavin, lifting his right hand. "The second round, the first battle, Alavin from Cobalt Strike is victorious, granted entry into the top ten of this year's The Clash of Eight Orders!"

There was no dissent, no objections; although his rank was lower, Alavin’s strength was undeniable, and he was worthy of the title among the top ten.

"Congratulations Commander Kashann, Cobalt Strike has an early champion in the top ten," the old lord said with a smile as he congratulated them.

Commander Kashann managed a weak smile and nodded his thanks.

The other seven Organizations did not offer congratulations. Their expressions remained neutral—not out of jealousy, but rather they were pondering the rumors they had heard—had Cobalt Strike slaughtered Alavin's entire family and town? Had they enslaved Alavin for eight years? Had Alavin sold himself for a spot in the competition, just to save his town from slavery?

The plot was thickening.

Perhaps even the Commander Kashann himself hadn't anticipated such a standout performance from Alavin; otherwise, he would never have brought him here. The more remarkable Alavin's performance, the more Cobalt Strike's reputation was tarnished.

Alavin had barely stepped off the high platform when darkness clouded his vision, and he fell forward, having reached his absolute limit.

Mariela was the first to catch him, disregarding the blood that covered him, and took him to the side to check his wounds.

Alavin had lost consciousness, but a faint smile hung on his lips. It was a harrowing and thrilling battle, and he felt exhilarated. He had even forgotten his mission, and was lost in the joy of combat, challenging his own limits.