The Golem Mage - Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Climax.

Chapter 570: Climax.

€œDragov Dragonmir, it€™s your turn to take the stage!€ The red-haired referee called out, since Damien had been escorted out of the battle ring by the reserve team of the Bloodline Academy.

Now, it was only Marcus Sanctus who awaited Dragov for the climactic final match to commence at the battle ring.

Without hesitation, Dragov rose from his seat and began his deliberate stride toward the battle ring, the resounding drag of his battle axe accompanying each of his slow yet steadfast steps as he made his way to the battle ring stairs.

€œDragov!!!€ The fans of the Bloodline Academy erupted in cheers, their voices ringing out even before he set foot in the arena.

It was as if they were summoning him to make things right, to secure victory for their Academy team.

To them, Dragov was not only the last warrior standing but also the captain of their Academy squad.

And they placed the weight of their academy€™s ambitions squarely on his shoulders.

If Dragov failed to defeat Marcus, it would signify the end of the Bloodline Academy€™s hopes of reaching the top four and contending for the championship as the premier institution for mages.

Yet, if Dragov managed to triumph over Marcus, he would then face Julian, the captain of the Holy Grail Academy and the last mage standing from the opposition academy.

Only by vanquishing both Marcus and Julian could the Bloodline Academy advance to the pivotal third round of the competition.

This was precisely why Damien had exhausted every effort to drain Marcus€™s mana, unveiling an imperfect spell he had yet to complete in a grand fashion.

And the fate of the Bloodline Academy now rested heavily on the highly anticipated shoulders of their revered captain, Dragov Dragonmir.

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In a resounding display of determination, Dragov embedded his axe deeply into the ground of the battle ring.

Running a hand through his flowing white hair, as he swept it back and secured it into a ponytail, revealing his eyes to the eagerly awaiting crowd for the first time.

Those eyes shimmered with an otherworldly intensity, akin to pools of molten gold residing within their sockets.

The vibrant hue of Dragov€™s iris exuded a serene energy that seemed to conceal a smouldering anger within.

Merely gazing into his eyes, Marcus could already sense the weight of the impending battle.

€œAnd now, introducing the final mage to step onto the stage for the Bloodline Academy, let us welcome Captain Dragov Dragonmir!€
The red-haired referee€™s announcement triggered an uproar from the crowd.

While many had heard tales of Dragov, they were yet to witness his powers first-hand, so expectations were high, with some anticipating a hulking figure and a commanding presence like most members of the Dragonmir clan.

However, Dragov appeared no different from any other ordinary teenager, except for his captivating inverted dragon eyes.

€œBegin!€
As soon as the referee€™s voice signalled the start of the fight, Marcus sprang into action, his hair glowing with white light as he entered the holy state once more.

He had no intention of testing Dragov; he was going straight for the kill, unleashing a flurry of light-infused sword Qis ( light slashes merged with Qi to improve the damage) aimed directly at Dragov.

Yet, with a simple movement of his left hand, Dragov effortlessly shuffled his defence, skilfully blocking each attack.

The crowd marvelled at his ease in repelling Marcus€™s onslaught, Despite Marcus moving at lightning speed around him, Dragov nonchalantly parried each strike.

Finally, the blur of light dashing through the battle ring came to a halt as Marcus reappeared, gazing at Dragov with a furrowed brow.

€œIf being a speedster is the only talent you possess, I suggest you give up now,€ Dragov taunted.

Marcus, however, paid no mind to his words, but he felt a pang of offense, realizing that despite his relentless assault, he had not even forced Dragov to lift his axe.

[> Mid Tier Spell €“ Radiant Beam <]
Marcus changed his approach, extending two fingers of his right hand as if pointing a gun, while using his left hand to offer support,
Marcus extended his right hand with two fingers pointing forward, gathering particles of light elements, the air around him grew increasingly turbulent, as if in response to his actions.

Ordinarily, Marcus would have ceased once he amassed enough energy to unleash his attack, however, he deliberately persisted, clenching his teeth as the light energy ball continued to expand with each passing second.

What had initially been a small point of white light had now grown into the shape of a small egg, yet Marcus remained resolute, refraining from releasing it.

After his previous attempt with the accelerated light slashes failed to harm Dragov, Marcus had come to realize that a conventional attack would never suffice.

The fact that Dragov hadn€™t even transformed spoke volumes of this, after all In the Bloodline Academy, all students possessed a unique transformation form.

Members of the Sorin Clan like Damien and Carmilla didn€™t transform, due to their inability to control their bloodsucking urges in their vampire fiend form,
They were forbidden from transforming outside of their clan grounds, until they could control their transformation.

But the Dragonmir Clan faced no such restrictions, conversely, their transformations fuelled them with greater arrogance and dominance, thanks to the dragon bloodline that coursed through their veins.

Now, the radiant beam Marcus had been amassing had swelled to nearly the size of a small ball.

It was in this moment that the typically laid-back Dragov reached out with his right hand, firmly gripping the handle of his massive two-handed battle axe and drawing the colossal weapon from the ground.

A wide smile adorned his face.

€œNow that€™s what I€™m talking about!

Ha ha ha!€
The crowd, including those seated in the VIP section and representatives from other teams, were taken aback by Dragov€™s sudden change in demeanour.

They had always believed him to be a gentle and reserved individual, but it had become clear that they had been mistaken.

With Marcus€™s attack reaching a critical threshold, Dragov€™s smile widened, and he paid full attention to the impending clash.

Witnessing Dragov€™s reaction, Marcus felt no remorse for what he was about to unleash, as he could sense the energy compressed within the beam, eagerly awaiting its liberation.

The power within the beam felt almost catastrophic, akin to grasping a nuclear weapon, and this was Marcus€™s first attempt to unleash a beam of such magnitude,
Which demanded every ounce of his willpower and mastery over mana manipulation to maintain control over it and prevent it from detonating on himself.

€œThis attack is the culmination of all my mana.

If I cannot defeat you with this, it means I have lost, so, this is your chance to surrender, for once I release it I can€™t control it anymore, the devastation will be immense,€ Marcus warned, his voice filled with gravity.

€œLess talking, more action,€ Dragov replied, wearing an exuberant smile.

Even among the spectators in the VIP section, an elder from the Dragonmir clan, who had come to witness the match, chuckled softly.

€œCome now, it is these life-and-death moments that bring out his true vigor, otherwise, he remains as withdrawn as an introvert, unleash it and let him demonstrate just how far his limits have been pushed,€ the Dragonmir elder murmured.

€œShoot!€ Marcus€™s voice resounded, silencing the entire crowd in an instant, hanging on the precipice of anticipation.