Chapter 42


    The man’s face shifted subtly, and with decisive agility, he dodged aside. As he turned, a sword


    light, twisted like a ribbon of water,shed out in an instant, aiming straight for Galos'' throat with the


    force of a swinging iron il. Tricky and fluid, the move drew gasps from the onlookers, who hadn''t


    expected such intensity right from the start.


    Before the tip of the de could reach him, Galos sensed the impending threat, feeling as though


    the sword''s edge was already pressing against his throat. Yet instead of evading, a cold smirk


    yed on his lips, and with a swift p of his hands that snapped crisply through the air, he caught


    the long sword firmly between his palms.


    "Not good..." the Protégé hurriedly tried to withdraw.


    But it was toote...


    "Thundervein Valor, stage one, lightning stretch to the heavens!" Galos'' hands suddenly erupted


    with a resounding ng, and intense lightning burst forth like an explosion, blinding light shing in


    an instant.


    With a sizzle, the lightning shattered the long sword, and the electric re traveled up the de to


    strike the man’s right hand, flinging him back with a vicious jolt.


    The man let out a pained cry. His eyesight and hearing were momentarily lost in the roar; his right


    arm felt numb, and he stumbled in disarray.


    With the swiftness of a shooting arrow, Galos lunged ahead,unching himself into the air. He


    descended upon the Protégé with a forceful stomp to the chest, as electric lightning gathered and


    exploded from his feet like relentless, powerful thunderps, their echoes reverberating around


    them. In the blink of an eye, he delivered five kicks, sending the Protégé flying backward to crash to


    the ground more than ten meters away, utterly defeated.


    Two moves to end the fight, swift and decisive, with effortless grace.


    "Galos, I love you!" A girl screamed in excitement.


    "So powerful! Truly worthy of being an Elite apprentice. His use of magic is as smooth as the flowing


    clouds, without the slightest hindrance. That is the difference."


    "Lightning holds a natural advantage. its blinding sh impacts visibility, and deafening thunder


    affects hearing. Amplified in power, it is capable of paralyzing and even obliterating the sense of


    touch. Thus, a solitary lightning strike can potentially deprive three of vital senses."


    "Not satisfying enough. Who else wille? It''s just a spar, I''ll be merciful." Galos stood in the


    center of the arena, dashing and charming, basking in the cheers and adoration of the crowd. He


    reveled in the spotlight, and he certainly had the talent for it.


    "I will." A twenty-something senior Protégé ascended the stage, carrying a two-meter-long


    greatsword and striding confidently to the center.


    "Broden, haha, excellent!" Galos shrugged his shoulders, facing his opponent head-on. This was a


    headstrong man, not particrly known for his innate talent but renowned for his formidablebat


    strength among the ranks of Cobalt Strike Protégés.


    "Broden, go get him! Show him what we average Protégés are made of."


    "Mad de Broden, haha, this will be good."


    "Broden has been training at Novice Mage Stage VII for a year now, and it''s said he''s about to


    break through to Stage VIII."


    "Don''t be careless, Galos."


    The watching crowd cheered for bothpetitors, their voices filling the air.


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    vin watched from afar, in no hurry to leave. He admired Galos'' ''Thundervein Valor,'' abat


    magic that he had envied countless times.


    Like a tide, shouts rose around the dueling tform as Broden charged at Galos with the ferocity of


    a tiger. His whole body seemingly generated a fierce gale, and the arena was filled with flying sand


    and stones, an impressive disy of might.


    "Wahhh!" Broden bellowed as he leaped into the air and gripped his sword. The wind whirled


    around the de as he brought it crashing down towards Galos with a savage force that thrilled the


    audience into frenzied shouts.


    Galos advanced instead of retreating, stomping into the air and spinning his fists to meet the


    greatsword. His body crackled with lightning that rapidly converged into his fists, forming solid


    lightning energy fists that shielded his hands.


    vin''s eyes sparkled with recognition. Could one truly condense lightning into energy fists? He


    had tried many times, hundreds if not thousands, but had never seeded. It required not just


    exquisite control but also a special conduit.


    Boom! A thunderous collision echoed midair as Galos and Broden both staggered back, each


    retreating five steps uponnding.


    Were they evenly matched?


    "Broden, well done, that was splendid!"


    "Galos, crush him, crush him!"


    The twobatants put on a thrilling fight in the arena, and the surrounding Protégés watched with


    excitement.


    "This is interesting." Galos shrugged his shoulders,ughing as he rushed towards Broden again.


    Broden, silent and teeth gritted, charged once more.


    Sand flew, thunderous noises resounded, and lightning dazzled as both fighters exchanged blows in


    wide arcs, battling fiercely in the arena.