The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 70

The atmosphere in the arena shifted from eerie to a blazing fervor. The relentless and fiery onslaught was a spectacle of visual shock, rousing the spirits of the crowd. The male Protégés watched with fervent excitement, and many female Protégées looked on with eyes sparkling with admiration. It was expected to be Galos' solo show today, but it turned into a gripping battle of attrition that was incredibly thrilling.

Alavin's wild and unorthodox fighting style was looked down upon by many traditional students, but today, he turned his 'wild moves' into a 'master strategy.' His movements were fluid and his attacks were forceful and seasoned, like relentless waves upon the sea. With the support of his Goliath Force, every punch, every strike, every offensive move came with a whooshing wind that made onlookers' hearts pound with fear.

Alavin used his entire body as a weapon—elbows, legs, fists, hands, shoulders—all were honed to perfection, showcasing the full power of his Goliath Force. Even the senior Protégés and Elite Protégés internally cheered for him. When it came to combat alone, they couldn't help but praise his brilliance.

"Alavin! Alavin!" Carly shouted with high spirits, clapping so hard her delicate hands turned red. The ladies by her side also began to cheer and shout for Alavin. Only Celesse remained calm from start to finish, her focus unwavering on the fierce battle on the stage.

"Alavin is reaching his limit; it's time for Galos to counterattack," Myke observed closely from the sidelines, never taking his eyes off the fight, and silently judging the battle. Alavin's offense was spectacular, but it was a huge drain on his stamina, while Galos had the advantage of Blink Sprint, frequently evading Alavin's deadly blows. In comparison, Alavin's output and gains were disproportionate.

If it continued like this, Alavin would soon exhaust his strength.

"Galos is about to strike back," murmured Mariela and many other direct Protégés. Exciting as it was, they valued the outcome more.

"Enough! My turn!" Galos seized the opportunity to break free from Alavin, creating a distance of ten meters. Disheveled and with tattered clothes, he looked ragged, but his aura was incredibly fierce. He once again summoned lightning, crouching down, and slammed his right palm onto the ground.

"Thundervein Valor, the fourth phrase—Thunder Prison!"

Galos shouted, and his body's lightning retracted suddenly. It then exploded from his right palm in the next instant. This time, it wasn't a blinding flash and loud bang, but a relentless release of numerous bolts of lightning that radiated from where his palm struck the ground, like a blooming flower of electric energy, sweeping across a span of seven to eight meters. Each bolt was as thick as a thumb, containing terrifying power.