The Golem Mage - Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Alec just being troublesome (2) Chapter 589: Alec just being troublesome (2) Alec slowly walked toward Steele, who was still struggling to use his right hand to fix his dislocated jaws.

Although the injury appeared serious, but apart from the excruciating pain and difficulty speaking, it wasn€™t critical.

And as long as the medics could apply their healing spell in time, his jaws would likely recover to their original function.

Crack!

The crowd watched as Alec, who was still advancing towards Steele, suddenly stomped his right leg into the ground of the battle ring, shattering a section of the earth before moving forward.

As he did, small debris from the broken battle ring levitated towards his palm, after being manipulated by Alec€™s gravity magic, he grasped two sharp, spiky rocks floating upward.

€œI warned you!, I told you to leave the battle ring after defeating Sophia, but you rejected my warning, and now you shall pay for it,€ Alec said, channelling his mana from his hand into the two rock shards, Steele watched in awe as the stones was being compressed and refined into small, sharp Rock daggers.

From the very beginning, Alec had possessed the ability to refine weapons using his earth element, and when he infused them with his experience point they level up.

When he initially created his first set of golems, he crafted stone spears for them, however, as Alec grew stronger, he began to discard that skill, but recently, he had been contemplating how to enhance his fighting abilities to win the competition for the War God Academy.

And this led him to revisit some of his past skills, and with the knowledge he now possessed, he found ways to enhance the abilities he had gained through the system and other golem creation techniques.

[> Mid Tier Spell €“ Wind Slam Mid Tier Spell €“ Gravity Negation <]
As Steele€™s spell descended, Alec countered with another spell to nullify the effects of the wind slam.

As a gravity force field enveloped a radius of 26 meters around Alec, neutralizing any environmental affecting spells, which includes the wind slam, the moment the wind slam entered Alec€™s force field, its power was diminished and disappear.

€œGet ready,€ Alec informed, as his image momentarily twitching before disappearing again,
Creating the illusion of teleportation in the eyes of the astonished crowd, as he reappeared in front of a shocked Steele the next second.

Steele, still shaken, tried to raise his right hand to conjure another wind elemental attack, but Alec was faster.

With a sidestep, Alec evaded the attack, allowing Steele€™s hand to pass through him with a narrow margin, meanwhile, his left hand swiftly sneaked past Steele€™s defence, driving the stone dagger into his shoulder, belly, and leg in rapid succession.

The crowd witnessed afterimages of Alec€™s swift strikes, barely comprehending the speed at which he executed the moves.

€œAhhh!€ Steele cried out in pain, as Alec strategically targeted non-lethal areas to inflict intense pain without causing critical injuries.

Bang!

Alec€™s right fist struck Steele€™s face once more, this time targeting his nose, the resounding crack assured Alec that he had successfully broken Steele€™s nose.

Steele staggered backwards, using his hands to cover his bleeding nose while attempting to stop the bleeding from the other wounds, but It was a challenging task with only two hands at his disposal.

Neither was Steele€™s wind element manipulation able to stop the bleeding, at that moment, his face was disfigured, and the slow trickle of blood gushing out of his body was weakening him and disrupting his concentration to cast any spells.

Steele turned his head towards the region where the Vajra Academy was situated and saw the signs they were giving him, which made him sigh in relief.

€œI… surr-€
Bang!

The crowd gasped as Alec delivered a shoulder jab straight into Steele before grabbing his hand and dragging him back.

€œGotcha!€ Alec said with a smile, but at that moment, Steele found nothing amusing about it.

When he had looked over at his team€™s stand, they were urging him to surrender.

While it might have been disgraceful to make that decision himself, hearing it come from the monk coordinating his team made it seem more of a strategic view and was acceptable.

The monk was clear that Steele was no match for Alec, and remaining in the ring would only turn him into a punching bag, which could tarnish the academy€™s image as Alec continued to overwhelm him.

And as an instructor from one of the Great Eight academies, the monk didn€™t want Alec-a genius from a lesser academy gaining too much notoriety at their expense.

So he decided to make a strategic move and link Alec with someone more capable of handling him.

However, the only mistake they made was underestimating Alec€™s determination to keep Steele on stage until he had inflicted enough pain to feel satisfied.

So, while Steele was being ordered to stand down, Alec closed in, ensuring that Steele wouldn€™t be able to form a complete sentence.

As Alec knew the referee would side with Vajra Academy, even if Steele€™s speech was unclear.

€œDid you think I was playing when I told you I wouldn€™t let you go easily?€ Alec€™s voice echoed as he tightened his grip around Steele€™s neck with his left hand and unleashed a relentless barrage of punches to his face.

The loud thuds that resounded one after the other made the crowd of spectators flinch, as it was clear Steele had lost all resolve to continue fighting, yet Alec still didn€™t knock him out.

He controlled his strength carefully, ensuring that his punches inflicted enough pain without rendering Steele unconscious.

When he noticed the shouting from Steele had begun to diminish, he even went so far as to slam Steele€™s face into the ground.

€œHe surrenders!€ shouted the monk responsible for coordinating the Vajra Academy, stepping closer to the battle ring, as he directed this message to Alec who had continued to rain punches on the tired Steele, who now lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Alec straightened his back to glare at the monk, his uniform completely stained red from Steele€™s blood that had splattered on him.

€œYes, I think he no longer has any strength left to fight,€ the referee chimed in, but Alec merely smiled as he locked eyes with the monk from Vajra Academy.

€œUnfortunately, a match cannot be stopped simply because you desire a different outcome, this match can only end when he verbally surrenders, is pushed out of the battle ring, or falls unconscious.€ Alec repeated the referee€™s words to the monk without even glancing at the referee, who was interjecting from the side.

The referee, levitating in the air, felt as if he had received a resounding slap from Alec€™s words thrown back at the monk.

Although Alec hadn€™t looked at him when he spoke, but the referee was wise enough to know the words were directed at him.