Chapter 138
Humming and roaring, the wave of energy poured from Lartel’s body, surging into the heavens,
rapidly forming a mass of green clouds that churned and spun, exuding tremendous pressure.
"Flow of the Essence!" Lartel shouted confidently. The fierce green winds howled with grandeur.
The Combat Magic was dazzling, its power awe-inspiring, scarcely believable that it was cast by a
mere Novice Mage.
Dark clouds loomed like a mountain range under siege, casting a steady shade over the Iron de,
nailing it in midair. The maelstrom of dark clouds churned violently, swirling toward the Iron de.
The battle had begun with such grandiosity that many were thrilled. Truly worthy of The sh of
Eight Orders tournament, it was far more spectacr than any ordinary skirmish.
To the surprise of many, Cedrick remained expressionless and unfazed, and the Iron de stood
unyielding under immense pressure. As the vortex of dark clouds bore down, the Iron de’s aura
surged anew, shooting up like a rainbow piercing the heavens, shattering the rolling dark clouds as
they soared upward.
"Hmph," Lartel scoffed. The power of the Flow of the Essence was unfathomable. "I’ll im your
de!!"
The green wind and dark clouds swiftly expanded, massive as hills, tumbling high in the sky, from
whence thunderous roars began to resonate. In the next moment, a wave of force enveloped the
Iron de.
"Brilliant!!" Protégés of the Hidden Essence cheered, iming the de, eager to see how the
battle would unfold.
"Ha-ha, your de is mine now… What?" Lartel''sughter was cut short as a dark gleam cleaved
through the void, splitting the colossal dark clouds.
The Iron de''s killing intent was earth-shattering, unleashing a fierce de energy that tore the
clouds asunder, leaving them cleanly sliced apart. The de''s momentum transformed into a dark
gleam, shing towards Lartel.
Lartel''s face paled. His strength was formidable only when supported with the Combat Magic of
Flow of the Essence. In his panic, he unleashed waves of green energy in an attempt to intercept.
But the Iron de was unstoppable, its lethal force cutting through all resistance, the thunderous
sounds echoing unceasingly, shaking the spectators to their core.
Unease settled over many in the stands, for Cedrick stood motionless, having not taken a single
step forward from the start. It seemed... almost effortless!
"Lartel, hold on," the Protégés of the Hidden Essence urged. This was their first battle in The sh
of Eight Orders; they could not afford to lose.
However, the Iron de was too dominant, shattering all green glimmers, and striking toward Lartel.
Lartel spat blood, reeling backward from the impact. With a defiant shout, his energy surged once
more, converging into a hurricane that enveloped him. But... the Iron de pierced through the
hurricane in an instant, cleaving towards Lartel. With a scream, the hurricane dissipated, and Lartel
was sent flying by the overwhelming de energy, leaving a trail of blood in midair.
With a hump, Lartel crashed onto the dueling tform.
ng! The Iron de returned, unleashing a fierce and wild de aura, thick as a barrel,
descending from the sky to strike at Lartel on the tform.
"No!!" Lartel cried out in terror.
"Stop!!" Protégés of the Hidden Essence nearly rushed forward.
Boom! The Iron de struck heavily beside Lartel, mere inches away, sending shards of stone
pelting towards him. Lartel broke out in a cold sweat, his chest heaving dramatically.
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The arena fell silent before erupting into roaring cheers. So powerful! This wild-haired youth was
formidable. With a mere Iron de, he dominated the field, sealing the victory.
Cedrick sheathed his de and strode off the tform without waiting for the announcement.
The presiding warrior''s eye twitched at theck of formality, but he still announced loudly, "Cobalt
Strike, Cedrick, wins!!"
Lartel watched Cedrick''s retreating figure, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness. Was the gap
between them so wide? Why!
The Protégés of various Organizations looked on with grave expressions. Cobalt Strike''s Protégés
this year were showing strong promise. vin had been a surprise, but this Cedrick seemed even
more formidable.
Adirich and the others were agape. This Iron Madman was truly monstrous!
"Is that the heir of the Iron family?" On the main tform, Commanders of various Organizations
recalled that Cobalt Strike had fortuitously recruited an heir of the Iron family years ago. It must’ve
been this one.
Cobalt Strike''s Commander smiled and nodded slowly, "Yes, the child of the Iron family has grown
up."
"Commander Kashann, your Protégés this year are quite exceptional," the Commander of Starlit
Echoes congratted with a smile.
"Oh, it''s nothing. Thepetition has only just begun," the Cobalt Strike Commander said, unable
to hide his smile. Cobalt Strike hadn''t shined this brightly in many years. Although it was only a
competition among new-generation Protégés... it was a proud moment indeed. Ha-ha.