Chapter 122: CAPTURED
The two mages who arrived for Logan’s help, were actually order by John William, the head judge from the Arcadia Young Elite tournament a few days back, to keep an eye on Logan. They only arrived in Solvane last morning. Or else they would have helped Logan during the dungeon break as well.
In the middle of the road, the battle raged on at a furious pace—but this time, the scene looked completely different from just moments ago.
The three attackers who had ambushed Logan and overwhelmed him before the arrival of the court mages were no longer in control.
Now, despite giving their full effort, they were steadily being pushed back.
The taller court mage swung his right hand in a wide arc and fire blaze disrupted the shadow mage’s tendrils before they could even reform. He tried to pin the court mage with gravity and hurled a shadow blade at him. But what welcomed him were two fiery spheres blazing with fire. One shattered the blade and the other slammed squarely in his chest sending him flying.
Meanwhile, the shorter one was like a thunderstorm unleashed—his lightning magic danced violently across the battlefield, keeping the fire mage on the defensive. Every time the flame wielder tried to chant, a bolt would crack the air and force him to dodge instead.
And Logan?
Even injured, his strikes carried weight. As now he was only facing one opponent, he could easily close the power level gap with his internal energy and boosted speed and strength from it.
He faced off against the air mage with raw force and precision. Every time the enemy swung his blades, Logan would dodge it easily with his incredible speed and hit him instead. His counters were clean—internal energy to move like a blur and attack with everything he could conjure. Air fist, fire ball, ice blade slash, lightning fist punch. Each strike was different from the last one. His opponent couldn’t even strategy how to react or how to counter.
For the first time since the ambush began, the three attackers looked cornered.
"Don’t tell me... we’re actually losing to this brat and two lapdogs," the fire mage with the orb growled, sweat dripping from his brow.