The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 44

Yet some in the crowd cheered loudly, "Brilliant victory for Galos!"

"That final move was splendid, blending feint with strike, a single blow to decide the outcome."

Galos stood at the edge of the platform, casting a cold glance at the screaming Broden, snorting in disdain. “How dare you hurt me? Foolish.” His smile returned. He prepared to bask in the adulation of the crowd, but his gaze unexpectedly fell on Alavin atop the distant stone urn. Surprised, he smiled, thinking, “What's that lad doing here?”

Galos was one of the Elite Protégés of the Grand Elder of the Cobalt Strike Circle, and, naturally, also one of his most trusted confidants. He had always kept a watchful eye on Alavin, the young lord who had been singled out for punishment by the Grand Elder.

"Well, if it isn't Lord Alavin," Galos said with a sneer as he approached Alavin, having heard that the young man had quietly reached the third stage of his Novice Mage training.

"Good day to you, Master Galos, and farewell," Alavin said, eager to leave the place. As a Freshman, he was not permitted to be present at the Arena, let alone in his additional role as a 'servant.'

"Hey, don't go, this Elite Protégé is greeting you, servant," taunted the five people who had just been rebuffed by Alavin, emphasizing the word 'servant' with scorn.

"Move aside!"

The five sneered, "No way!"

Boom! Alavin thrust his palm into the chest of the Protégé in front of him, channeling his force in a concentrated burst that sent the man, still smiling, flying through the air. He landed on steep steps, bounced powerfully off the ground, and rolled hundreds of meters down to the foot of the mountain, motionless.

The smiles froze on the faces of the other four men as they turned their heads in shock and swallowed hard. A question popped into their heads, “Dude, are you still alive?”

Many Protégés watching at the side couldn't help but grimace; touching Alavin was like touching a hedgehog – a prickly affair.

"Have you found some leisure time to come and watch the battles in the Arena?" Galos asked Alavin with a smile as he stepped down from the dueling platform, and the Protégés between them instinctively parted to make way.

"Just delivering goods," Alavin replied helplessly, unable to leave.

"Don't be so tense; I won't hold it against you for sneaking a peek at the duels. I heard you've reached Novice Mage Stage III. Congratulations."