The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 68

"Galos is sure to win, with the elegant Blink Sprint and his Thundervein Valor, Galos stands invincible. Alavin trying to counter with just Goliath Force is impossible; he doesn't even have a chance to fight back," a middle-aged Protégé concluded from the stands.

Cedrick's expression darkened slightly. He disliked this turn of events; after all, Alavin had only just been exposed to Combat Magic, and he was of the Stage V realm. Now, were they using Combat Magic to suppress him? This match was utterly unfair.

Just then, Galos struck repeatedly, battering Alavin until he spat blood, flinging him to the edge of the arena. Struggling a few times, Alavin nearly couldn't stand up again. The battle was entirely one-sided, with no suspense to be had.

Many hopeful Protégés shook their heads in disappointment. Alavin, after all, was but a servant, capable of causing a stir only among the lower circles. In the presence of an Elite Protégé, he stood no chance.

"It seems you only deserve to face my 'Thunderous Punch,'" Galos taunted, his form elusive as he darted left and right, swiftly closing in on Alavin. His body crackled with lightning, bursting with a blinding light that disrupted Alavin's sight and left behind illusions of his presence.

"Rise, Alavin!" Carlys called out anxiously.

"Galos, knock him off the stage with a single punch; don't let this lowly servant taint our noble dueling platform," another onlooker shrieked.

"To hell with you, watch your filthy mouth!" someone else retorted angrily on the spot.

Alavin spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a carp's leap, he sprang up, his body suddenly erupting with dense sparks of electricity. He moved towards Galos with a series of rigid and coherent gestures, channeling the electricity through his body in an ever-increasing surge, multiplying in intensity.

"What's this?"

"Combat Magic?"

In the brief span of three seconds, Alavin completed all six segments of the Indigo Viper technique—fluid, swift, and precise.

The electric arcs around Alavin surged to their zenith, rivaling even Galos of Stage VII. Without a word, his expression stern and cold, Alavin exploded into action like a tiger descending the mountain, pouncing towards Galos.

"Hiss!"

Electricity boiled and converged into a formidable Shockwave Cobra, coiling around Alavin's body, its tongue flicking high as it let out a shrill, piercing cry like that of a true beast.

"Shockwave Cobra?"