The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 295

Alavin unleashed a relentless assault. His fists and elbows were a tempest of violence, with straight punches, hooks, elbow strikes, wild swings, aerial back kicks, and spinning side kicks. He was like a berserker in the throes of rage, his flurry of attacks engulfing Romarn like a fierce storm, leaving no chance for retaliation. The clash of their combat resounded throughout the arena, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

Alavin dominated the battlefield, mercilessly pummeling Romarn and utterly oppressing him.

Oda watched from the sidelines, scarcely able to believe that this ferocious warrior was her brother.

Eyla's eyes sparkled with excitement; she reveled in Alavin's savage grace on the battlefield. He seemed even more in his element than during the famed Clash of Eight Orders. His wildness was tempered with poise, and his silence was belied by his domineering presence. This was strength, this was confidence, and this was sheer disdain!

After hundreds of relentless rounds, Alavin drove Romarn from the center of the arena to its very edge. With a final blow, he shattered Romarn's energy shield, and his fist crashed into Romarn's forehead. Struck as if by lightning, Romarn's face contorted, his eyes were rolled back, and saliva sprayed from his mouth.

Romarn flew sideways, crashing into the arena's stone barricade, which fractured under the impact, spewing crimson blood.

Romarn hit the ground with a bounce, twitching slightly, unable to rise again. Such humiliation was unheard of! A brutal beating, through and through.

Romarn wished to continue the fight, but his towering three-meter frame suddenly deflated, his consciousness spun, and he slipped into unconsciousness. The ferocity of such a transformation was powerful but fleeting, and the aftermath would leave him comatose for several days and in agony for many more. Romarn would likely be bedridden for the following fortnight.

Silence fell over the crowd, who were stunned by Alavin's barrage of attacks. Such vigor, such a spectacle of combat, was both visually stunning and emotionally rousing for the onlookers.