The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 163

"Fall of Eternity, Infinite Swords!" Alavin, bracing against the savage aura of the blade, forcefully raised his ancient sword. The towering sword's energy surged to the heavens, boiling and tumultuous.

It was a spectacle of unparalleled brilliance, heart-stirringly magnificent.

The sword’s energy was unmatched, once again obliterating all traces of the blade’s aura, dispersing the dark tide, and even shaking the iron blade.

Yet Cedrick remained unaffected; his battle fervor was only intensifying. Amidst tumultuous combat, he grasped his iron blade, uniting man and weapon, and charged once again at Alavin. His speed and the ferocity of his blade grew with each moment, and his pitch-black eyes locked onto Alavin, his face expressionless. His relentless strikes were a blur of cold light, leaving no trace of his figure, just the blazing fury of his blade’s gleam.

Alavin was fearless, his fighting spirit was overflowing like a torrent, and his blood boiled within him. He swung his sword to cleave the air. The clang of metal and the shattering of forces echoed without ceasing.

Battle! Onward, without retreat, this was the combat he craved!

The mountaintop was crumbling as the sword's energy and blade's aura completely tore apart the summit. The light piercing the sky was blindingly intense, the dark energy cold and bone-chilling.

The fierce clashes and ruthless assaults not only made Alavin and Cedrick's fight clingingly mad but also had the onlookers' blood boiling, their cheers echoing everywhere.

This was the battle of The Clash of Eight Orders, the tournament of the strongest new generation of the Eight Orders of the Northlands.

Absolutely magnificent!

Not only did many Novice Mages sigh in their own inferiority, but even many Advanced Mages felt endless emotion. Truly, these were talents cultivated by the Eight Orders, too powerful indeed.

Spies from various nobels busily took notes; these Protégés were too strong, and they had to be closely watched in the future.

Jackar and Jevan furrowed their brows. Their attention was solemnly fixed on the mountaintop battlefield. They were prodigies nurtured by their respective Organizations and were undoubtedly strong. They were confident they could match this intensity, but watching the disheveled and ceaseless battle between Alavin and Cedrick, they felt they lacked something—a certain decisiveness and madness, a confidence and wildness, and a resilience born of living and breathing for the art of combat.

Amidst the billowing dark energy and sky-spanning blade aura, Alavin once again summoned used 'Earthtorrent Greatblade.' The ancient sword crashed down like a mighty mountain, and the battered summit buzzed as it sank. Yet Cedrick did not dodge; man and blade seemed as one. With no fancy techniques, his strikes were wide and powerful, yet concealed myriad deadly threats.

Sword and blade collided once more, each exchanging a lightning-fast confrontation. It appeared ordinary, but in an instant, an indescribable pressure filled the air. The sword gleam and blade light shot into the sky, then scattered chaotically. The interweaving of intense light and dark tide formed a strange and magnificent sight.

Both Alavin and Cedrick were sent flying, coughing blood, like withered leaves drifting to the ground, tumbling off the mountaintop. Still, their eyes shone with an exceptional brightness. In mid- air, they twisted their bodies and landed firmly on the mountainside, then rushed back up at full speed, leaping back towards the peak.

Ancient Sword against Iron Blade! Alavin clashed with Cedrick!

The sound of their combat was incessant. The dark blade's gleam pierced the sky, and the dark energy gushed like raging torrents in the heavens. Alavin was undaunted, his ancient sword's techniques unfurling one after another. The sword light was dazzling, and the cold gleam was blinding like thousands of brilliant beams, beautiful yet terrifying. Every stroke of his sword had the power to shatter any barrier! Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The fierce battle continued unabated. Amidst the tide of blades and the gleam of swords, Alavin and Cedrick fought over a hundred rounds without a clear victor.

They were equally matched! What an exhilarating duel!

This intense battle was passionate for the onlookers, while Alavin and Cedrick themselves fought with perilous excitement.

The Protégés watched with bated breath, anxious for them, keeping close tabs on the battle's progress. They knew that Alavin had a trump card, the fearsome Shadowlord's Wrath, and they also believed that Cedrick had secret techniques. Both were looking for the perfect moment, seeking their opponent's subtle weaknesses amidst the fierce combat.

Roald clenched his fists in the shadows, his face grim. He found it hard to accept that Alavin, whom he had looked down upon just a month ago, was now shining so brightly in The Clash of Eight Orders, earning the accolades of various Organizations and having his name remembered throughout the city. Could this really be Alavin?

Semar and other Protégés were shocked. Alavin had become so powerful. In Cobalt Strike, he was mocked by everyone, yet in Warriors' Vale, he captured the attention of the Eight Orders. Such a stark contrast was difficult to accept. The person they once scorned had become an existence they

could not contend with. It’s like Alavin turned the new generation Protégés of Cobalt Strike into a joke.

Mariela and the others suddenly remembered what Alavin had said on the day he entered Warriors' Vale. "I aim to be in the top five!"

At the time, it seemed like a joke, just a casual remark. However, looking back on it now, they realized that he had made his decision that very day.

The battle atop the mountain lasted for nearly half an hour. Alavin and Cedrick were covered in blood; as the sword and blade moved, besides the thunderous sound and the surging sword's energy and blade gleams, they also created immense pressure. The capillaries under their skin burst from the force, and they spat out who knew how much blood. Both were too stubborn to waver, and determined to fight to the death!