The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 162

The power was immense, the might unparalleled. The ground shattered, and the hills shook.

The crowd was electrified. How could such scale and power of Swordsmanship exist in a Novice Mage? It looked like Master Combat Magic, but weren't Novice Mages unable to practice Master Combat Magic?

The Commanders were once again shocked. Even the Cobalt Strike Commander's expression changed.

"Is this Master Combat Magic? Has Alavin mastered Master Combat Magic?" The Bloodlore Commander openly looked toward Commander Kashann, not in suspicion of deceit but in awe that Alavin had actually perfected Master Combat Magic!

Lylian of the Floral Enchantress covered her mouth in shock, disbelieving as she gazed upon the waterfall of the sword's energy cascading down from the mountaintop. Had this been unleashed in the arena the day before yesterday, she would have been defeated in a single move!

Eyla's eyes sparkled with amazement, once again taken aback, no, captivated by the display.

A staggering wave of energy exploded in the sky, the sword's energy surged, and the blade's aura shattered.

The iron blade whistled as it flipped through the air, snapping back into Cedrick's hand with a crack. The fierce impact forced Cedrick to stagger back five steps, each one creating deep craters in the ground. The moment he grasped the iron blade, it was as if a second soul had infused him, and he suddenly seemed to grow several times larger, giving off an overwhelmingly eerie presence.

It was as if a titan had abruptly manifested there, exuding an immense sense of oppression.

With a burst of cold light, Cedrick stepped forward, charging at Alavin. The iron blade screeched in his grip. Due to its extreme speed, the sound was piercing, like a banshee's wail. The robust blade's aura, like a roaring, tumultuous river, surged forward, unstoppable.

"This is the aura befitting an Advanced Mage!" Orland, Darron, Eyla, and other Advanced Mage Protégés unanimously declared. Cedrick's aura was soaring, and although they were unclear on what had transpired, he was at least as strong as any Advanced Mage, if not stronger. Ordinary Novice Mage Protégés could never evoke such a formidable presence.

"Cobalt Strike has raised two monsters," the Protégés from various Organizations remarked, deeply stirred. Although the battle had just begun, they could already discern the terrifying strength of the two combatants.

Alavin, fearless, advanced with a cold gleam in his eyes, sword in hand, ready to strike down any fear.

"Clang!" The sword's aura clashed with the blade's aura, brilliant light collided with the dark tide, and a blinding flash erupted in the mountaintop sky, making it hard for onlookers to keep their eyes open. The violent energy swept across like giant waves, tearing open fissures in the solid mountaintop with a thunderous roar, as rocks and dust churned violently.