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The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 108

The five Protégés, without a second thought, chased after the boulder, shouting, "It's ours! That's ours!"

Trevas tried to rise, but Alavin's 'Earthtorrent Greatblade' came crashing down upon him. The force of the strike, like the might of collapsing mountains, overwhelmed Trevas.

"Ah!" Trevas let out an enraged cry as a surge of green energy erupted from him, a green haze cloaking his body. In an instant, dense vines formed, entangling him completely.

The Dawnedge Blade cleaved through the vines, tearing open Trevas' chest, a crimson line of blood tracing its path.

Trevas tensed in pain, his green energy boiling over as more vines manifested, whipping through the air like iron flails toward Alavin. This was a display of astonishing Combat Magic and the formidable power of a Novice Mage at Stage VIII.

Alavin had to retreat, narrowly dodging the lashing vines.

"Damn, how dare you harm me!" Trevas finally caught his breath, a mix of shock, rage, pain, and fear gripping him. He roared to his feet like an enraged grizzly, his body a whirl of vines thrashing wildly. The wind howled around him, a truly astonishing spectacle. But Alavin charged back into the fray before Trevas could strike, slamming into the tangle of green vines with a low growl, a surge of brute strength, and a triple burst of power—the Mountain Mover!

With a crackling snap, the vines flew in all directions, and Trevas was sent flying, crashing into a pile of rocks behind him. His chest had just been torn open by an ancient sword, and now it was struck again by the same mighty force, as if his heart had been shattered, nearly knocking the breath out of him.

Alavin strode forward, intent on finishing off Trevas. "Cease your attack!!" Five Protégés, stone in hand, rushed back into the battle, crying out in fury at the scene before them, and charged forward angrily.

Alavin swiftly turned and pounced toward them, dodging left and right with the agility of a hare, and quickly made his way to the Protégé clutching the stone, who gasped in shock and stumbled backward, too preoccupied with holding onto the precious artifact to fight.

The others were astonished by the speed of the attack.

Alavin leaped into the air, stomping down fiercely in succession, sending both man and stone flying. He somersaulted through the air, intercepting the boulder mid-flight, and retreated back into the chaotic battlefield. The rapid assaults were a blur to the onlookers, swift and ruthless, the marks of an experienced assassin.

Trevas dispersed the vines, revealing his gruesome, bloodied chest. He was sweating profusely, realizing he had nearly met his end moments before. With a ferocious expression, he yelled, "Give me..."

A roar erupted as several fierce beasts suddenly charged, drawn by the scent of blood. Trevas and his companions turned pale, bracing themselves for the confrontation. "Beasts, begone from my sight!"

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