The Legendary Mage
Chapter 5
"Word has it you've fumbled your way into the ranks of the Novice Mages, feeling proud and smug? Today, I'll make it crystal clear—that you and I are worlds apart. We're not even fated to the same destiny!" Tyral's presence surged as he bolted forward, taking a dozen strides before leaping into the air, spinning a full 720 degrees to land deftly behind Alavin. His movements were fluid and fierce, a cold smirk playing on his lips as his fist, engulfed in raging flames, rocketed toward the back of Alavin's neck.
Fierce flames were boiling intensely in his right fist. He's not just aiming to beat Alavin; he's determined to give him a brutal lesson. He's been waiting for this moment for far too long.
His followers erupted in excitement, cheering raucously.
"Tyral, that's too much!" Carlys quickly intervened.
But in the flicker of a lightning strike, Alavin spun around. His clenched right fist suddenly splayed open, with lightning crackling chaotically between his fingers, dazzlingly brightly.
Boom!
Alavin's open palm caught Tyral's fiery punch, an impossible move, and lightning and flame intertwined in a wild dance, neither yielding an inch.
Alavin stood unshaken, and his feet were rooted firmly on the stone bench.
Tyral's eyes widened in disbelief. How could this be? He was confident in his ambush. He was a Stage III Novice Mage, while Alavin was merely in Stage II, right?
Carlys gaped, equally dumbfounded. Alavin was Stage III? Since when?
With immense strength, Alavin closed his hand around Tyral's flaming fist, crushing it like a vice.
"You..." Tyral suddenly realized the truth.
Alavin blinked, a sly grin on his face as he gathered his energy, powering up from his waist. With a swift step, he lifted Tyral off his feet, spinning him around before slamming him hard into the ground.
and his arm twisted nearly into a spiral. His screams pierced the
"Tyral!"
Let him
rushed in,
Alavin said as he swung Tyral about the yard like a sack of grain. The pitiful screams added a grim soundtrack to the
go, sending Tyral
covered her mouth in
it now," Tyral’s cronies cursed as they
tracks as if struck
feet, and was about to explode with rage, only to see Alavin striding towards him. "Alavin... stay back... we can
his neck and flexing his muscles,
Really hurts! Let's not be hasty..." Tyral was both shocked and panicked. How could
Pearlwort, perhaps? Hand it over," Alavin said, snatching Tyral's pouch from his
"You..." Tyral was livid.
Do you have
"Fine! Take it!"
vibrant Elixir Herb. Its fluorescent glow was unmistakable. It was indeed
between them. His mind was on the brink of collapse.
gathered around,
so swiftly?" They,
had decreed that no one from the Cobalt Strike was to provide Alavin with Elixir Herbs or Combat Magic, nor offer
defiantly. "And what if I am? You're pathetic and relied on your sister to got to where you are. With your lack of talent, even
"You..."