The Legendary Mage

A series of wild raids swept through the forest like a tempest stripping leaves from trees, appearing without warning and ending in the blink of an eye. The Botanic Haven Protégé called Ogmundr, guarding Nysah, retreated more than ten paces to ensure a safe distance. With a Gold-Veined Bronzesword in hand, he pointed the blade at the shadowy figure. The sword shimmered with a cold light, and his presence became fierce and unyielding.

Three men lay in the aftermath, one dead, two grievously injured. The tang of blood wafted through the woods. The two wounded Protégés groaned in pain on the ground, struggling to rise but collapsing again due to the severity of their injuries.

The figure in the darkness slowly rose, eyes cold and sharp as knives, radiating murderous intent, with arcs of electricity crackling over their form, revealing their features.

"Alavin? Is it you!" Nysah, still shaken, couldn't believe the scene before her eyes. She had firsthand experience with Alavin's strength, which was indeed wild, like that of an untamed beast. But his true power was not much different from hers—or so she thought. Tonight, he seemed like a different person. Those icy eyes made her shiver, and she dared not meet his gaze.

"You're not a Stage III Novice Mage!" Ogmundr was equally shocked. The series of fierce and fluid attacks was like a rehearsed performance, executed in one breath, finishing a deadly assault in an instant. Each movement was imbued with ferocity.

Alavin stood in the dark for a moment, then slowly retreated, picking up scattered throwing knives. "Want to play this game? I'm in it to the end. If you can't kill me, I'll kill you."

"Arrogant! What are you to dare defy me?" Ogmundr's face darkened, his aura intensifying. The Gold-Veined Bronzesword began to vibrate slightly, emitting a pleasing ring as the blade's energy surged, filling the forest with an oppressive intent to kill.

"Alavin, you've got some nerve, attacking your fellow Protégés. The Cobalt Strike won't let you off for this," Nysah exclaimed, suddenly realizing. They hadn’t even laid a hand on Alavin, and he dared to ambush them?

"Save your disgusting flattery. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're pretty. You're not worthy to take my life!"

dead..." The swordsman struggled to lift his head. His face twisted in pain and anger, glaring malevolently at Alavin from the

let him escape," Nysah urged, feeling a profound threat

him, what are you waiting for!" The swordsman suddenly sprang up, trying to distance himself

violence, charging straight

recoiled, ignoring his pain and any concern for his image,

this." Ogmundr decisively intercepted, moving with the swiftness of a lightning. He first arrived beside the swordsman, thrusting his sword and casting five swift shadows of his blade, each fiercely targeting Alavin's heart, shoulders, brow, abdomen, and throat. The swordplay was intricate and deadly, making

unleashing a sword's energy that boiled over. Everyone felt the cold edge as

A splash of blood!

each other, blood spraying in

managed to carve three deep wounds into Alavin, each strike perilous. Alavin's ancient sword grazed Ogmundr's

in terror as the sharp edge of the Dawnedge Blade

head was cleaved by the ancient sword, tumbling forward, eyes wide

profound one could hear a pin drop,

Blood? There was blood! Just a cut, not

backward. His gaze

the body of the swordsman, his complexion pale, and his clothes stained red with blood. His chest, shoulders, and abdomen were pierced by the sword. The injuries were severe, and he was bleeding profusely, yet his demeanor and expression were even more