The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 165

The battlefield atop the mountain seemed to freeze in time. It was a place of wonder where everything moved sluggishly as though mired in a bog, even as it also seemed to happen in a flash of lightning, too fast to follow its trajectory.

The duel that shook the soul felt like it lasted an eternity and yet was over in an instant.

Suddenly...

Thwack!

The iron blade, swift as thunder, struck Alavin, piercing through his abdomen and exiting his lower back. The booming of its impact echoed across the mountaintop, carving deep ravines into the earth. Alavin shuddered as if struck by lightning, trembling violently and nearly collapsing to his knees. His face turned deathly pale from pain or perhaps the limits of his endurance.

Cedrick, transformed into a blade of war, bore down with formidable presence, ready to cleave Alavin asunder, but was struck by a blast from the Shadowbringer. The blade was formless yet carried a terrifying concussive force. Cedrick’s body, as though hit by a mighty hammer mid-sprint, was abruptly halted and then violently thrown back, flying dozens of yards before crashing down on the other side of the peak.

His sudden retreat caused the iron blade and the surrounding blade energy to dissipate, losing their edge before they could overwhelm Alavin, the remnants clattering to the ground.

The crowd fell silent, and not even the sound of breath could be heard. Was it a draw, with both sides grievously wounded?

"Alavin... Cedrick..."

"Is this truly a contest of arms, or do they bear a grudge?"

"Do they need to fight so fiercely?"

"Do they not fear death? Their battling style is reckless."

"It seems like they both aimed for mutual destruction, doesn't it?"

"What happened? Who saw clearly? Speak up, for heaven's sake! You're killing me with suspense!"

Many Protégés of the prestigious Organizations took deep breaths, their expressions odd. They were unaccustomed to witnessing such battles; this was not a polite contest but a savage gladiatorial fight to the death! Yet amidst their shock, they couldn't help but admire the two fighters for providing a match of unparalleled brilliance.

"This isn't madness. This is their Energy," some admired.

Alavin stood stubbornly, his body drenched in blood. It had been a battle fought with wild abandon, a release without reservations. He had no regrets, but if he could stand till the end, he would not give up. He was here not just to fight, but bound by a mission, a duty.

Cedrick struggled to his feet, his expression one of extreme agony and confusion. Shadowbringer had left no physical wound but had gravely injured his spirit, embedding the murderous intent of the Shadowlord's realm into his mind. Looking up at Alavin, his black eyes somehow returned to normal.