The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 80

"You must be Alavin," Brunn said, stopping three paces away and sizing him up.

"Hello Brunn," Alavin greeted with a respectful fist-over-palm salute, neither servile nor overbearing.

"How much can you lift with a single punch?"

"About nine hundred pounds now," replied Alavin, whose realm had advanced, enhancing his physique and granting him a fist strength well over a thousand pounds.

"You've mastered the Goliath Force in a month's time?"

"I've watched you practice it before, brother. I've been imitating and had some ideas, so my progress has been swift."

Brunn actually nodded slowly. "You are indeed gifted! Care for a friendly bout some day?"

"Whenever you're inclined, I'm at your service," Alavin said with a smile, extending his hand.

The two clasped hands in mid-air, their clasp echoing through the Arena.

This turn of events left many who had been eager for a spectacle dumbfounded. Was that it? Since when was Brunn so amiable?

At that moment, a large group approached the Arena, numbering over a hundred, hailing from different warrior factions. Yet, they all shared the same identity—they were from the Grand Elder's faction.

The Grand Elder held considerable influence within Cobalt Strike, with seven or eight Elders in absolute support.

Among the approaching party were several Elite Protégés, all loyal to the Grand Elder or his staunch Elders. They quickly noticed Alavin upon arriving at the Arena, each wearing a peculiar grin.

The atmosphere of the Arena quieted somewhat, with many gazes drifting towards this new development.

Alavin, prepared for this moment, turned and walked to a corner of the Arena, preferring not to confront them just yet. The hunting festival would last thirty days, and he wanted to visit his kin in the Azure Mountain before returning to face them in earnest.

"Are you Alavin?"

"Halt! Are you deaf to my questions?"

"Stop pretending. I know you can hear me."

Several young men and women emerged from the group, advancing towards Alavin.

"What is it?" Alavin turned reluctantly, facing them.

A tall, thin Protégé stepped up to Alavin's side, poking his belongings. "What's in there?"