The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 141

On the second day, the stands were bustling with crowds that had arrived early. Not only were the noble sons and daughters from yesterday present, but many wealthy merchants had also found ways to slip in, bringing their children to broaden their horizons. Many city guards also gathered as close as possible, eager to witness the rare spectacle of thrilling duels.

Today's battles were not just between the victors of the first round but also featured the mighty clashes of Advanced Mages. They promised to be the highlight of the day.

The Commanders and Elders had arrived early, recognizing the critical nature of today’s fights, especially with the Advanced Mage Protégés’ tournament scheduled.

Protégés from the Eight Orders gathered at different sides of the arena, each eager and fully aware of the significance of the second round. A victory could propel them into the top ten, while defeat would mean the end of their chances. If yesterday’s bouts had been fought with a casual ease, today’s would be tense, with everyone summoning their full spirit and strength.

"Do you reckon Alavin will win today?" Eyla, cradling a small fox, asked with a mischievous smile, her blood-red eyes gleaming wickedly as she looked in Alavin's direction.

"Are you interested in him?" a Bloodlore Protégé asked curiously.

"Do you think he's really just a servant? I bet Cobalt Strike hasn't told the whole truth."

"Who among you will take the field today?" Orland asked, glancing at Alavin and then Roald. "You can deal with Alavin, but Roald... he's mine!"

Roald, feeling the intensity of Orland's gaze, sensed trouble. Had he really caught the eye of that man?

"Are you scared?" Cedrick asked coldly.

"Are you joking?" Roald retorted.

The atmosphere grew more intense as Protégés from each organization made ready, their attention turning to the main platform. Was it time to begin?

Without much ceremony, the old Lord of the City proclaimed the start of the second round of the tournament.

Alavin was the first to take the stage. "For Cobalt Strike, Alavin calls for battle!"

There was no need for dawdling when a battle was at hand. With the first fight upon them, he was ready to lead.

"Well done, lad, quite the bold move."

"Indeed, it takes guts to volunteer for the first battle."

"Quiet now, quiet! Pay attention. I refuse to believe that he, a mere Stage VIII, could keep defeating Stage IX Protégés."

The stands, unusually silent, were determined to observe Alavin's Combat Magic and tactics closely, after having been bewildered the day before.