The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 128

"Is this lad truly fifteen? He looks at least eighteen."

"What's his background? Could he be the Commander's bastard son, brought along for an education?"

The protégés of the Earthbound Spirits were not only mocking Cobalt Strike but also expressing their dissatisfaction. The Clash of Eight Orders was known as the grandest gathering of the new generation in the Northlands, and there had never been a Protégé below Stage IX or one as old as eighteen. It was a matter of pride, a source of honor for all competitors. But Cobalt Strike bringing this youngster along affected the entire reputation of The Clash of Eight Orders.

Roald and the others frowned, displeased with the Earthbound Spirits' jeers, but this time, no one spoke up, including Adirich. They knew Alavin's temperament; there was no need for them to intervene. Alavin smiled faintly, shaking his clenched fist. "I propose a wager. Pick someone to withstand my punch. If I win, you apologize for your words. If I lose, I'll shoulder my pack and leave Warriors' Vale immediately."

It was that simple and brutal. If anyone disagreed? It could be settled with a brawl.

Orland and the others laughed. "You want to compare fists with us, the Earthbound Spirits?"

"To win over your pride, that's what will make you accept it wholeheartedly." Alavin shook his arms loose and approached them. "Who will it be?!"

"Are you serious, boy?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Heh, alright then. Since you insist, I'll reluctantly accept." A muscular youth stepped forward, his solid muscles twining around his body like ropes. With his eyes blazing like a tiger's, he exuded an overwhelming presence. "The Clash of Eight Orders has never had a precedent for participants in Stage VIII. Shall I clean up for Cobalt Strike?"

"Be my guest!" Roald said indifferently.

"Marak! From the Earthbound Spirits." The youth tensed his entire body, twisting his fists inward, stirring up a fierce aura that even made the wooden doors of the hall tremble slightly.

"Do you mind if I go a bit hard? You... won't mind, right?"

"Ha ha!! Come at me!!"

Alavin warmed up, walking over unhurriedly. Within five steps, his gaze sharpened, and his joints cracked loudly as the Goliath Force surged within him. He tiptoed forward, then burst into action, accelerating in three steps and leaping forward, swinging his fist toward Marak's face.

Orland and the other protégés merely smiled faintly, not even bothering to dodge.

Marak casually raised his arms, crossed them to block, and met Alavin's heavy punch with a cold face, as his aura steamed around his forearms. The kid must have trained some strength-based Combat Magic, right? But so what? To flaunt strength in front of a Protégé of the Earthbound Spirits was to court humiliation.

Alavin's rotating punch suddenly surged in strength, swift as thunder, and in an instant, it struck Marak's arms.

The power increased fivefold! An explosive force of eight thousand pounds!

Marak's expression changed drastically as he was caught off guard. His arms were smashed into his chest, his body lost control, and he stumbled back.

"What?" Orland and the others were stunned.

"Can you withstand it?" Alavin's voice rose as he stepped forward, not giving Marak a chance to stabilize. His fists bombarded Marak continuously, thump after thump, like raindrops on his body, forcing him to keep retreating.

In a matter of seconds, over thirty punches blasted Marak back more than ten meters.

"Bastard!" Marak forcefully stabilized himself, ready to counter, but Alavin was upon him again, suddenly pushing out a palm, solidly striking the base of Marak's neck and chin.

Colossus Power!

Marak flew backward, and Alavin flipped in place, his leg sweeping out to his side like an iron whip, whipping Marak through the air.

The whole crowd gasped, and even the elders stood up in alarm.

"Weren't you supposed to take just one hit?" Orland and the others looked uncomfortable as the fight escalated unexpectedly.

"Did we say just one hit?" Cedrick sneered coldly.

Just then, Alavin once again spun Marak through the air, grabbing his ankle. His muscles rippled with surging power, twirling him around and smashing him toward a nearby ornamental rock formation. The rocks crumbled, and stones tumbled down.

The crowd inhaled sharply. That was ruthless!

Marak was truly dazed; he thought he was just going to take one punch, but Alavin had been aiming for a vicious fight from the start, taking advantage of his weakness with a relentless onslaught, giving no chance for respite.

"The Earthbound Spirits, is that all you've got?!" Alavin charged forward, spinning Marak around like a whip, thudding him against the ground, rock formations, stone tables, and even ancient trees. Marak tried several times to steady himself and resist, only to be forcefully blasted away by Alavin's ferocity.

The scene was explosive, and even Roald and his companions frowned frequently. This was getting out of hand!

Suddenly, Alavin let go, flinging Marak through the air.

The thunderous noise alerted the nearby guard patrols, as well as the elite Protégés from other Organizations. Numerous figures dashed through the stronghold, converging towards this location.