Chapter 108: Mage Killer

Chapter 108: Mage Killer

When Alex drew a sword, everyone was stunned.

This didn't fit the picture at all.

Some of them had witnessed Alex's previous battles, where he resolved issues with spells alone. But now, facing this bespectacled man, why was he wielding a sword? And with a sword, how would he even cast spells?

"Attack him! Kill him!"

The man with glasses wasn't overthinking it; he pointed at Alex and shouted, commanding two white wolves from another realm to charge at their target.

Then, something astonishing happened.

As the two white wolves lunged at him, Alex showed no intention of dodging. Instead, the crowd saw a flash of light, and in the next moment, with a thunderous blast, the two wolves were knocked back. They dissolved into white light, howling as they vanished into thin air. Simultaneously, Alex appeared directly in front of the man with glasses!

"How is this possible?!"

Seeing his trump card taken down so effortlessly, the man with glasses was dumbfounded. Before he could react, he saw the sharp blade in Alex's hand swinging down toward him.

Wait, don't panic. I have a magic shield; there's no way he can—

Before he could finish his thought, Alex raised his left hand, pointing a finger at him, and his magic shield shattered instantly. The brilliant sword light struck his chest like a sledgehammer, and with a scream, the man with glasses was sent flying, crashing heavily outside the arena.

Alex silently sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

For a moment, the entire arena fell into a bizarre silence. The watching mages stood in shock, their gazes fixed on Alex's departing figure, completely at a loss for words. Especially the mages of the White Tower; initially surprised, they soon felt a growing terror.

"This guy is incredible!"

A female mage gripped her staff tightly, watching Alex's back with a serious expression.

"That sword strike just now was on par with my father's!"

"What? Your father is a swordmaster—does that mean he has the power of a swordmaster as well?"

The male mage beside her shook his head.

"But even if he has sword skills, what does it matter? Mages have held their ground for centuries; we've never been afraid of warriors, have we?"

"But don't forget—he's also a mage… and he can cast silently and instantly! I don't know his specialty, but I'm sure it includes defensive spells!"

"So what does that… No way!"

The male mage started to respond instinctively, but then he shuddered, his entire body trembling.

Defensive specialization focuses on protection and containment. To know how to break a magic shield, who would be more knowledgeable than a defensive mage?

Typically, defensive mages didn't pose much of a threat, given that casting spells took time. Spell countering requires both observation and timing.

But facing someone like Alex, who could cast spells both instantly and silently while possessing immense melee combat power—what were they supposed to do?

In this world, there are only so many defensive spells, especially those protecting against physical attacks: the magic shield, Stone Skin, and Blade Ward. In a duel, mages generally anticipate their opponent's moves. But if one side has overwhelming physical prowess, the other is forced to use spells specifically for physical defense.

And that's the problem. Once they do this, they're completely in his grasp!

Mages are powerful because their magic appears unpredictable and mysterious to outsiders. But once someone understands their methods, countering them becomes far simpler.

And then, as they realized Alex came from the Tower of Thunder, the mages felt chills down their spines.

Could he really be that monstrous bodybuilder's student? Wait… if memory serves, isn't the instructor at the Tower of Thunder specialized in…

Prophecy?!

This is downright unfair!!!

The mages of the White Tower weren't fools. As they pieced it together, their expressions darkened. Though the prophecy branch lacks direct combat power, it's the one other mages least want to encounter. Every mage understands that, when used correctly, there are no secrets before a prophet.

And this young man arrived through the Thunder Tower's teleportation array, meaning he surely possesses prophecy magic, along with defensive spells and formidable combat prowess...

It's like a savanna in Africa where nature's cycle is in harmony, but suddenly a tiger shows up—and it can fly?!

Could you let the rest of us have a chance to live?!

After Alex struck with his sword, leaving the unfortunate man with glasses behind, the entire Sky Arena erupted in chaos. For the mages over the following days, it felt like doomsday had arrived. When they met each other, all they could share were bitter smiles.

"I heard you got beaten up by that wild mage too?"

"Sigh… I really didn't expect that wild mage to be so fast. I had just started casting a shield, and then he rushed at me…"

"Broke through your shield?"

"No! He cut right through me and my shield in one swing!"

"What?!"

"There was nothing I could do; I'm not specialized in defensive spells. I thought I'd be safe, but who would have known…"

"Forget it; you got off easy. The evocation mage before you had it worse! He pushed himself to the limit, force-casting an acid orb…"

"And? What happened?"

"The wild mage cast an elemental immunity on himself… then… I couldn't bear to keep watching…"

"What about Maca from the transformation branch? I heard he fought that wild mage too."

"Don't bring it up! Turns out he's got prophecy magic, so Maca's spells were useless. In the end, he went down with just one strike."

"So how did you fare? I remember you're also from the prophecy branch. Isn't it at least an even match when prophecy faces prophecy?"

"Don't get me started! Yes, I'm prophecy, but I couldn't keep up with his speed! The moment I sensed his position, his fist was already in my face. Just look at my black eye here! Honestly, Bit from the necromancy branch might actually stand a chance against him. I heard that wild mage is about to face Bit soon!"

"Exactly. That wild mage is powerful and fast, but surely the necromancy branch can handle him! Once he summons an army of undead, what could that wild mage possibly do?"

"Disaster! It's a disaster!"

"What happened?"

"That wild mage… he's a paladin!!"

"What? What did you say?!"

"Bit just faced him. He summoned a horde of undead, and the wild mage wiped them out with a single blast of holy light!"

"...… Are they even giving us mages a chance anymore?! This guy is a total mage killer!"

The Sky Arena was in utter chaos, and these poor mages, who had spent decades mastering spells, had never seen someone like Alex, who played by his own rules. Although magic-sword hybrids aren't unheard of, they require immense talent, like being a true master of the arts. Alex, with his magic skills, close-combat abilities, and holy light, was something entirely new to the mages of the White Tower.

Of course, if Alex faced a female mage, he'd show some courtesy, exchanging a few spells as a gesture of respect. None of the White Tower apprentices were fools—they knew when to back down and would gracefully surrender when necessary. But against male mages, Alex had no intention of being polite. With his sword, he'd hack away without restraint. If they could withstand it, that was their skill; if not, well, they had it coming.

At first, some mages were still willing to challenge Alex, but soon many began forfeiting as soon as they stepped into the arena. Necromancers, especially, would turn and flee at the sight of him. While one couldn't die in the Sky Arena, taking a blast of holy light still hurt—quite a bit!

Unlike summoned creatures, undead beings are distinct. Summoned creatures, when killed in the main world, are only severely injured and return to their own realm for recovery. But undead beings, when destroyed, are gone for good. And purged by holy light, there's no chance of resurrection!

In proper necromancy practice, it's forbidden to meddle with souls, so they function more like shamans in urban fantasy novels, wandering the mountains to seek restless spirits and negotiate with them. Successfully appease one, and it might join your side.

Imagine how these necromancers felt when they saw Alex; it was terrifying. After painstakingly gathering allies, only to see them sent home by one blast of holy light—who could bear such devastation?

Poor Bit was still bedridden, coughing up blood daily.

Oh, Goddess of Order, have mercy on us and take this monster away!!

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