The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 134

"I heard as soon as he arrived at the city hall, he bested one of the Earthbound Spirits' Protégés with sheer brute strength."

"Darron is here! The mightiest of the Eight Orders, they say he's about to break through to Advanced Mage Stage II."

"The tournament's about to begin, how thrilling! It's all the organizations' prodigies, a veritable treasure trove of talent. These are the matches worth watching."

"Hey hey, does anyone know if there will be an Advanced Mage duel today?" A young noble asked anxiously.

"Don't you know the rules of the contest?" A youth clad in fine garments casted a glance.

"Do tell us!" The surrounding ladies and gentlemen urged, knowing the basic rules but not the details.

The man cleared his throat. "The Clash of Eight Orders is divided into four rounds. Today is the first round, where Novice Mage Protégés spar in one-on-one combat, with the loser being officially eliminated and out of the subsequent contests."

"Tomorrow is the second round, where the victors from the first round pair off for another round of eliminations, with the winners moving into the third round to vie for the top ten spots. Advanced Mage Protégés will join in the second round, with victors jumping straight to the top ten.

"The top ten spots are made up of both Advanced Mage Protégés and Novice Mage Protégés. Typically, it's six Advanced Mages and four Novice Mages.

"The fourth round is a 'top ten to top five' battle, with the six Advanced Mage Protégés facing off one-on-one, and the four Novice Mage Protégés doing the same.

"The final top five spots will include three Advanced Mages and two Novice Mages.”

The crowd nodded in understanding, finding it fair; otherwise, the Novice Mages wouldn't stand a chance if it was just Advanced Mages battling.

"Each year's Grand Tournament is a sight to behold. Keep your eyes peeled and learn. It's very enlightening."

"These gifted scions have unique ways of wielding Combat Magic and casting spells. Take the chance to study them. It's a rare opportunity."

The atmosphere in the stands was electric, filled with anticipation for the competition to begin. Some were unable to wait, casting impatient glances toward the main stage, murmuring about what the old fogeys were discussing and why it hadn't started yet.

The Protégés of the Eight Orders were full of vigor and battle-ready. Their eyes were sharp, and their attitudes were haughty. They were already looking forward to the clash and sizing up their opponents.

"This year's teams from each organization are mighty strong, so be prepared. When it's your turn to fight, go full force, and hold nothing back," Roald, with a golden sword on his back, stood before the Cobalt Strike team, reminding the others. As the captain of Cobalt Strike and an Advanced Mage himself, he was marked by the top scions of other organizations. Before coming to Warriors' Vale, he was confident in making it to the top five, but now the pressure was mounting.

Alavin observed the scions of various organizations, noting the different team styles, but his gaze eventually settled on the Bloodlore team.

Nine Protégés surrounded a stunningly beautiful girl, her fiery figure, smooth skin, enticing attire, and waist-length hair that casually draped down were all quite eye-catching. Many gazes across the

arena frequently drifted towards her, though somewhat wary, not daring to stare too openly.

Was that her? Alavin recognized the girl, the very one who appeared at his window the night before. Was she from Bloodlore?

The girl, playing with a small fox in her arms, seemed to notice Alavin's gaze, and slowly lifted her eyelids, revealing crimson eyes that were both enchanting and malevolent, challenging anyone to look away. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Curious, Alavin took a few more glances. The girl smiled lightly, looking back at him. The other Bloodlore Protégés followed her gaze towards Alavin.

"Stop staring!" Nikulas suddenly nudged Alavin, his tone stern. “You've already tangled with the Earthbound Spirits. Do you want to provoke them, too?”

"Who is she?" Alavin withdrew his gaze.

"That's Eyla, the Bloodlore Commander's granddaughter!" Nikulas positioned himself in front of Alavin, blocking his view. Bloodlore was known for its extremists, who were extreme in character, and Combat Magic. They were even more formidable than the Earthbound Spirits.

"The strongest of Bloodlore, Eyla?"

"If you'd have bothered to ask around these past few days, you'd know who she is."

Alavin looked away, but the Bloodlore Protégés still eyed their direction, their expressions blank, and their gazes slightly cold.

Their attire and aura set them apart from other organizations, and now, as they collectively focused on one direction, they stood out even more.

The other organizations also turned their gaze toward Cobalt Strike, wondering if they had somehow offended Bloodlore, too. Well, this was getting interesting. This year's Cobalt Strike team seemed rather bold, having just made an enemy of the Earthbound Spirits, and now poking at Bloodlore?

"Alavin!!" Roald turned and scolded sharply, had he not had enough?

Alavin shrugged like it was not his problem.

"Alavin, keep it together. Don't drag Cobalt Strike into your mess," Semar, the Golden Protégé, voiced his displeasure.

"We shouldn't have brought you here," Felis huffed, lamenting the potential trouble at a critical moment.