The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 137

"Alavin has cheated!" the Earthbound Spirits' Apprentices surrounded Tarner, their emotions running high. There had to be something amiss; Tarner's strength was surely greater than Alavin's. It was inconceivable that he'd be repelled with just two punches.

Tarner was gasping for breath, his face deathly pale, with severe injuries to his right arm and chest cavity that had him sweating coldly in pain. His consciousness was somewhat hazy, and he looked a bit like he had been scared out of his wits.

The atmosphere in the stands was abuzz as Apprentices from various Organizations began speculating. No one could understand what had happened, but it was clear that Alavin had used some trickery. Yet, what kind of tactic could lead to Tarner's instant defeat?

Atop the main dais, Lord Doramon suddenly inquired, "I’d like to ask Commander Kashann, what kind of Combat Magic Alavin practices?"

The Floral Enchantress Commander whispered, "What have you perceived, Lord Doramon?"

"His fists! There was a dark aura about them!" Lord Doramon recalled earnestly.

Bloodlore Commander Jarad slowly nodded. "That is killing intent, turned substantial! In my view, the Earthbound Spirits Protégé was struck by this killing intent, which agitated his soul."

Oh? The various Organization Commanders were surprised. They hadn't paid much attention before. How could one so young possess such a potent killing aura, and how could he solidify it into substance?

The Cobalt Strike Commander had little knowledge of Alavin, but since Alavin had won, and won so spectacularly at that, he saw no reason to undermine his own standing, and he simply smiled. "I brought Alavin here for a reason, and I believe he will surprise you all. As for his Combat Magic, may I be excused from revealing it just yet?" He felt a blush rise to his cheeks at his own words.

The other Organization Commanders didn't dwell on it, but they began to pay closer attention to Alavin.

The Earthbound Spirits Commander remained calm, able to accept the outcomes of a few battles with equanimity.

On the combat stage, the middle-aged warrior felt awkward; he hadn't clearly seen what had occurred and was hesitant to declare a winner or accuse anyone of foul play. Luckily, the old lord on the main dais gave him a slow nod, signaling to make the announcement.

The warrior approached Alavin solemnly and declared loudly, "In this year's The Clash of Eight Orders, the first round of combat, the first battle, victory goes to Cobalt Strike's Alavin!"

"Why? Give us an explanation!" the Earthbound Spirits' Apprentices protested vehemently.

"If you don't even know how you were defeated, why do you still have the nerve to shout?" The warrior, a tough nut, coldly scolded them, and they were left red-faced and speechless.

The crowd stirred again as the warrior made his judgment, and the Commanders acquiesced. Could it be that Alavin had not cheated? Or had he used a legitimate tactic?