The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 310

"I might not be worthy now, but that doesn't mean Cobalt Strike lacks someone who is," Galos said, his pride evident. He didn't admit to being inferior to Eyla; only that he currently wasn't her match.

"Go back. We don't accept your challenge," Alavin dismissed them with a wave of his hand, his stance resolute.

Roald, Semar, Admus, and Felis had all failed at the championship, and the reputation of the Golden Protégés had suffered. What they most looked forward to was defeating Alavin publicly to restore their honor. This challenge was clearly not offered in good faith.

"It seems this isn't the Alavin I knew." Galos strode into the grand courtyard, smirking with a cold sneer. He admitted Alavin had grown stronger, but that didn't stop him from despising Alavin. "Back when you were but a servant, you'd take on any challenge. Now that you've become a Golden Protégé, you've lost your nerve. Are you afraid of losing to Semar in combat and tarnishing your reputation as the Shadowlord's Messenger, or are you just scared of embarrassing yourself in front of Lady Eyla?"

The male and female Protégés following Galos began to goad.

"Alavin, we heard you've returned. The Protégés in the Organization are all thrilled and eager to witness the grace of the Shadowlord's Messenger. Isn't it unbecoming for you to refuse their challenge? Are you looking down on us?"

"Semar has already set up her challenge in the 5th Arena and was just waiting for you to step up."

"Semar, Felis, Admus, and Roald, four Golden Protégés are at the 5th Arena, inviting you to partake in a battle befitting the Golden Protégés for the entire Organization to behold."

"Everyone is anticipating it. If you don't show up, you'll be cooling a lot of hearts."

Alavin scoffed, "The arena is set up already?"

Carlys found it odd. Such quick preparations were done for the duel, and it was purposefully publicized for the entire Organization to see. What were Roald and the others up to?

"Lord Alavin, shall we go?" Godfred asked quietly. With such a spectacle, staying away could bring criticism.

"No! I'm not in the mood."

Galos burst out laughing. "Scared, Alavin? I knew it. How could you have possibly risen to fame at the championship unless you used some dark art to squeeze out your potential? The real you is nothing special!"

Eyla couldn't stand it anymore. As handsome as this man looked, his words were unbearable!

Alavin waved them away. "Leave now, I'm having my meal."

Galos took a couple of steps forward. "Just answer me, will you fight or not?"

"What does it matter to you whether I fight or not?"

"Ha! Just as I thought, scared!"