The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 98

"Earthshaker Scepter, suppress!" the male Protégé bellowed, his momentum wildly surging as the golden staff came crashing down without any flourish, fierce and domineering. The golden light became more radiant, swirling furiously, like a golden mountain descending from the heavens, suffused with astonishing gravity.

The ground's pebbles all shattered to dust, and even the earth seemed to sink a few inches.

Alavin was enveloped in golden light, seemingly trapped and controlled by the overwhelming gravity, but he was fearless and unaffected. His body's lightning surged even more violently, and with a swing of his fist, the Shockwave Cobra struck out in a fury. The serpent’s head opened its mouth wide, and its fangs were clearly visible, as if it let out a real screech.

Clang!

The impact rang out like true steel clashing, and the golden staff, with the force of a mountain collapse, shattered the Shockwave Cobra, its power astounding!

Alas, the might of the Shockwave Cobra was formidable indeed, its enchantment managed to diminish the crushing blow of the great staff. It burst forth with a thunderous array of lightning, filling the entire space with blinding light, and causing everyone to instinctively shut their eyes. Alavin, seizing the opportunity, dashed forward, using the bright light as cover to dodge the club and launch a flank assault, swinging his fist towards the male Protégé's face.

"You madman!" the male Protégé cried out in alarm, barely dodging the punch as it grazed his nose. He felt the fierce rush of air and the terrifying strength behind the blow.

Alavin, having missed his target, did not relent. He landed and surged forth again, unleashing a barrage of relentless attacks.

"Cease your attack!" The other four Protégés, shocked and angered, launched themselves toward Alavin. This brash lad truly dared to wage battle against Botanic Haven Protégés.

Just then, a lion's roar, thunderous as an explosion from the clear sky, resounded through the distant woods, deafening all who heard. The land seemed to fall silent except for that echoing roar.

"The Violet Lion has returned?" The color drained from their faces.

"Stay calm. Stand your ground," Alavin commanded after repelling the male Protégé with a punch, but he himself turned and dashed into the dense woods.

"The bastard! Don't let him escape, chase him!" The man set off in pursuit.

The Violet Lion had not strayed far and, hearing the commotion, bolted back, letting out a savage roar upon noticing the missing Voilet Thistle. Its purple mane bristled as if standing on end. Sniffing the lingering scents in the forest, it chased after them with a fury.

"Alavin, surrender the Elixir Fruit, or Botanic Haven will have your head," the pursuing Botanic Haven Protégé shouted relentlessly.

"I laid hands on it first, so it's mine," Alavin retorted. Swift as a cheetah, he gracefully navigated the chaotic woods at full speed.