The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 71

Alavin paused for a moment, then, under the incredulous stares of those around him, he rose to his feet. He shrugged his shoulders, limbering up, and once again assumed the starting stance of the Goliath Force, his four fingers dancing in the air, beckoning to Galos.

Without a word, he challenged again.

His physical constitution, having been enhanced multiple times through the Restoration Mantra, was much tougher than that of an average person; especially after the second phase of the Restoration Mantra, his resilience was at least tenfold that of a normal human.

Galos couldn't believe his eyes. Alavin was standing up again!

Many onlookers exchanged glances, wondering whether Alavin was merely putting on a brave front or if he truly had the strength to fight once more. His silent, head-down, relentless charge exerted an inexplicable pressure on them. His body, covered in wounds and blood, deterred many of the female Protégées from looking too closely.

"Bravo! Truly an eye-opener today!" Galos spat out a mouthful of blood, taking a deep breath to steady his churning life force.

People looked from Alavin to Galos, sensing a turn of events.

"There's still half the time left, Galos! Fight, what are you waiting for?" someone in the crowd shouted with glee.

Galos glared red-eyed at the crowd, and the shouting Protégé shrank back, not daring to make another peep.

But while he fell silent, others cared not for restraint.

"A Novice Mage of Stage VII can't beat a Stage V? Galos, you're really doing your mentor proud," called out a bold voice.

The Protégés were shocked at the audacity, but when they followed the voice and saw it was Cedrick, they all fell silent.

"Don't be so arrogant. After I defeat Alavin, you'll be my next challenge," Galos replied coldly.

"Let's talk after you defeat Alavin, shall we? Time is running short. Faster than you think, right?"

"That's enough." Galos charged at Alavin once again, this time forgoing the use of Blink Sprint and rushing straight ahead, his momentum surging. Arcs of electricity crackled fiercely around his body, growing more intense and concentrated until they nearly engulfed him.

Alavin frowned slightly, sensing the murderous intent from Galos, which felt different than before.

"You want a head-on clash? I'll oblige!" Galos roared. After taking a dozen steps, he leaped from the ground with his right fist charged with all his might, heading straight for Alavin. The electricity around his arm gathered into a torrential force.