The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 72

The arena was silent; nobody had seen clearly what had happened in that split second.

Had Alavin won? He defeated Galos? Had he, a Novice Mage of Stage V, truly beaten an Elite Protégé of Stage VII?

Defeating an ordinary Protégé was one thing, but Galos was a direct apprentice, and not just any, but the Grand Elder's. Such an inconceivable event had actually unfolded before their very eyes.

"My hand, my hand..." Galos rolled on the ground, and his screams were growing hoarse, causing many of the female Protégées to turn away, unable to watch the dueling platform any longer.

"Galos!" Several Protégés snapped to their senses, rushing onto the platform to clumsily help Galos.

Galos was pale, sweating profusely, breathing heavily, screaming in disbelief, and so pained that he lacked the energy to curse Alavin. His hand was broken, and the wound was horrific.

Alavin swayed for a moment, then sat down exhaustedly on the cold stone surface of the dueling platform.

The silence continued, and thousands of Protégés stared at him oddly, forgetting to cheer, unsure of what to cheer for.

Mariela, Nikulas, Myke, and others remained silent.

"Alavin, you've stirred up trouble, and we shall see what comes of it," growled the few apprentices as they hastily carried Galos away from the Arena, hoping that swift aid might yet save his hand.

But Celesse suddenly blocked their path, her voice icy, "A bet made is a debt unpaid!"

"What do you mean?" The apprentices glared at Celesse.

"Three stalks of Pearlwort."

"We will pay."

"Now!"

"We will pay!"

"Now!" Celesse's voice rose sharply, her frosty tone laced with undeniable authority. This scene caused many onlookers to pale, staring at Celesse with disbelief, even more shocked than when they witnessed Alavin cast the Shockwave Cobra. What was this? Celesse had such a steely side.

"Celesse, don't push us too far." Galos managed through his pallor and cold sweat from the pain.