The Golem Mage-Chapter 572 - Final Match 1
572: Final Match 1.
572: Final Match 1.
“Begin!” The referee’s voice boomed through the arena as the final match between the Holy Grail Academy and the Bloodline Academy commenced.
Like previous matches, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic cheers, fervently supporting their respective team captains.
“Well, it has all come down to this,” Alec muttered to himself, his hands intertwined as they covered his mouth.
His head bowed, lost in deep contemplation, the intense battles of the second round stirred thoughts within him.
Alec wondered if he would be able to defeat all five members of an opposing team without his golems.
If any of the other captains from the Great 8 academies could hear his thoughts right now, they would undoubtedly be tempted to blast him away with their spells.
Even though they exuded confidence in their ability to triumph in one-on-one matches against their own team members, facing multiple consecutive battles without rest would take a toll on both their physical bodies and mana pools.
It was an arduous feat that no one in the mid-Tier ranks can achieve with their mana pools, they could only struggle to win a few matches, but not defeat a whole team and it’s captain.
To achieve such a clean sweep, one would need to be a Tier 7 Mage who possessed the rare luxury of not worrying about mana, had an ultra body and had ascended beyond mere human limits.
Their very breath inhaled the energy of their elemental affinity from the surrounding environment.
However, Alec’s train of thought stemmed from his consideration of the bigger picture.
He recognized the challenge his teammates would faced and knew that in this setting, where they are pitted against significantly more advanced opponents, it would be difficult for them to truly shine.
However, Alec was confident that his teammates would give their all to ensure they did not embarrass their academy.
That’s why he is prepared to carry the weight for the team, and he had already formulated plans to create a new golem that could serve as his new secret weapon.
The only challenge he faced now was procuring the necessary resources and finding a way to rapidly advance the golem to a higher realm.
Time was of the essence, and Alec could not afford to waste any more of it.
“After this battle, all of you are free to return to your cultivation,” Selene proclaimed, after carefully observing the expressions of each team member.
She had deliberately requested their presence to show them the disparity between the Great 8 academies and the other academy so they don’t misunderstand where they lie.
Despite having fought against the Royal Mage Academy of the Great Eight, Selene wanted them to understand that even within this esteemed group, there were varying levels of strength.
“What about the second match?
Shouldn’t we watch them to analyse our opponents’ powers?” Agnes was the first to speak, while Alec remained silent.
“Do not worry about analysing their powers for now, if you all do not devote time to cultivating and reflecting on your own abilities, any analysis would be in vain.”
“However, I will find a way to provide you with a memory shard of the match, allowing you to watch and make basic assessments of each member’s power, although it is not the same as witnessing it in person, it should still be enough to offer some insights,” Selene reassured the team.
“After the match, we will return to our cultivation immediately.
We cannot afford to waste any time, the second match begins in the afternoon, and there is no reason for us to idle away those few hours or watch the second match with Selene’s decision,” Alec asserted.
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As soon as the match commenced, Dragov dragged his feet and dashed towards Julian with astonishing speed, shocking the crowd, as he was taking the initiative right from the start.
This seemingly small gesture of action was seen by the spectators as Dragov giving Julian the proper recognition as another formidable individual.
He shifted his battle axe to his right hand and bent a little after he had ran a little.
Julian noticed the movement and turned his head sideways, after picking up on a slight sound.
A gentle aura emanated from him, pulsating forward like a scanner searching for its target.
However, before it could reach Dragov, he pushed off the ground, smoothly transitioning his stance mid-air.
Gripping the battle axe with both hands, Dragov descended towards Julian, who remained motionless.
[> Mid Tier Skill – Smash <]
Dragov’s voice rang out, catching Julian’s attention, in response, Julian looked up, a smug smirk forming on his lips.
[> Mid Tier Spell – Starlight Swap <]
Julian countered and, in a mesmerizing display of magic, both Dragov and Julian’s bodies twitched.
And in a blink of an eye, their positions were reversed.
As Julian was seen suspended in mid-air, drawing his sword that also acted as a walking cane.
While on the other hand, Dragov now stood in the spot Julian had once occupied, his axe crashing down towards the battle ring.
With a resounding bang, the impact of Dragov’s axe on the battle ring sent out waves of wind blades, cleaving a wide line into the ground.
“That’s going to take quite a while to heal!” someone from the crowd exclaimed, marvelling at the immense power behind Dragov’s attack.
However, Dragov paid little attention to the spectators’ reactions to his physical prowess.
His focus shifted to the spell that Julian had utilized to switch their positions, intrigued by its nature and potential implications.
With his thoughts racing through his mind, Dragov swiftly swung his axe backward, using it to deflect Julian’s sword swing.
Their weapons clashed in the air, creating a dazzling display of sparks as they both harnessed the momentum to push themselves apart.
As they both created space for themselves after their brief exchange, a smile appeared on both Dragov and Julian’s faces.
“I heard you were wearing the blindfold to cultivate your other senses to new heights, but even with your eyes closed, it seems you can see better than most of the mages with both eyes open,” Dragov remarked.
“Is that meant to be a compliment?
Because believe me, I could get used to it,” Julian replied with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“No problem!” Dragov responded with confidence.
With a swift motion, he threw the axe towards Julian, the battle axe spun through the air with incredible force, as if guided by the wind on its journey towards its target.
[> Low Tier Spell – Light Shield <]
In response, Julian swiftly cast multiple light shield spells in front of him.
However, despite his efforts, the axe, seemingly carried by the wind itself, broke through every shield as it rotated its path towards Julian.
Reacting quickly, Julian lifted the sword he had been using as a walking cane, drawing out his blade slightly and assuming a defensive stance.
A resounding clash echoed as the battle axe struck against Julian’s sword, causing vibrations to ripple outward.
[> Mid Tier Spell – Air Slam <]
Dragov’s voice travelled directly to Julian, catching him off guard.
He hadn’t expected spell casting from Dragov after his previous behaviour.
Julian’s laid-back attitude left him unprepared for what was to come.
Suddenly, a surge of air cascaded from above, slamming Julian forcefully into the ground.
As he groaned from the impact, but the assault wasn’t over.
As Dragov continued to move his hands, causing the wind to roll beneath Julian’s body, rotating him along with its current.
The crowd gasped in astonishment as they witnessed Dragov swing his hands upwards, causing the small wind swirling beneath Julian to transform into a colossal cyclone, propelling Julian high into the air.
“Ahh!” With a resounding cry, Dragov propelled himself off the ground once again, this time setting his sights on slamming Julian back to the ground.
As he lifted his hands up, a mysterious force guided his axe back into his grip, seemingly carried by the wind itself.
[> Mid Tier Skill – Smash <].
