The Golem Mage

”How can someone possess such intense killing intent at such a young age?, If I’m not mistaken, this Terran disciple must have taken the lives of thousands of beings to develop a lethal intent strong enough to resist a basic Dragon Might skill,”

”But he shouldn’t have been able to make it form at such a tender age, yet it had happened, I guess this unexpected development can only be attributed to the blood-sucking weapon he wields.”

”Merely thinking of the future troubles he may bring gives me a headache, I wonder how Master(old Dean) managed to handle both the Big Brother(Mad Dog) and Terran without letting things escalate,” the new Dean pondered aloud, observing the ongoing battle.

Beside him, Elder Alfred and two identical old men, known as the Black and White Elders of the War God Mage Academy, watched from a cloud.

The White Elder with white hair and the Black Elder with black hair stood quietly, each pondering the events.

Elder Alfred, with a pained expression, turned to the Dean,

”All these Terran disciples do is fight and stir up scandals that the Master has to address, I still can’t fathom why I was dragged along, Dean, You’ve interrupted my sleep, Why not involve that troublemaker Terran instead? He would have relished watching this after all his disciple is one of the contestant.”

The Dean simply glanced at Alfred before turning away, unmoved by his complaints.

”It’s your unlucky day, Alfred. I couldn’t locate Terran; it’s as if he’s vanished from the entire academy, so, I decided to bring you, the Master of his disciple’s girlfriend.”

Alfred expression darken as he vowed,

”If that scoundrel dares pursue my beautiful disciple, I’ll trap him in a dreamscape for a century!” He seethed at the thought of Beatrice being associated with someone like Alec, a barbarian focused solely on combat.

”Relax, I was only teasing, but observe that boy his fire burns bright, yet he remains unperturbed, If he learns to harness it, his power could double,”

The New Dean remarked, their attention fixed on Alec’s impressive display.

Despite Alfred’s initial resistance, even he found himself intrigued by the prospect of Alec securing victory and bringing glory to the War God Mage Academy by besting mages from the prestigious Royal Mage Academy, that are held in high regard throughout the northern kingdom.

”If you plan on relying on your golems again, make your choice now because I won’t hold back when we resume,” Iver stated, his expression exuding confidence as he faced off against Alec.

”How will you handle accepting defeat if I triumph through numbers once more?, while I emerged victorious in our previous encounter at the capital, your refusal to acknowledge defeat was not my intention.”

” I aim to impress upon you the reality of defeat, and the only way to achieve that is to demonstrate that even as a Mid-Tier Mage, you are not beyond my reach,” Alec challenged as he dashed forward, leading the attack this time.

With a deadly arc, he swung his Changdao aiming to sever Iver’s head with a single blow, showing no hesitation in targeting vital areas after Iver’s attempt on his life.

However, Iver’s massive tail effortlessly deflected Alec’s strike, causing a numbing sensation in Alec’s hands from the force of the impact.

Realizing Iver’s physical strength surpassed typical Tier 4 levels, Alec acknowledged that his own strength stats of over a hundred points would not be sufficient to easily overcome him.

”Cursed bloodline granting unwarranted strength,” Alec cursed as he evaded Iver’s claw swipe, which also unleashed long wind blades.

Seizing the opportunity, Alec attempted an upward strike with his weapon held in both hands, intending to cleave Iver in two.

However, he quickly shifted to a defensive stance as Iver’s massive tail struck him, sending him skidding across the ground for several meters.

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