The Golem Mage

The Shadow Mage

The Gordon Clan finally arrived at the banquet location, which was held at the city lord's house.

Draco wasted no time and immediately descended from the carriage, not bothering to give speeches to the kids as he deemed it unnecessary.

"Let's go in,"

Agnes took the lead and moved to the front, positioning herself as the leader since Draco seemed unconcerned with them.

This angered Arthur, as he was sure she was only doing it to prove she was better than Alec, as always.

Now that she had finally broken through to the Mid Tier 1 realm, she saw herself as superior, especially since Alec promised not to use his golems here in the pretense of fighting fair.

That was probably why she had been acting so arrogant the whole time, believing she wouldn't lose to Alec if he didn't have the support of his Golems.

Before Arthur could confront her, Alec tugged on his hand and shook his head, signaling it wasn't worth it.

"It ain't worth it,"

Alec Silently whispered as they followed behind the younger generation of the Gordon Clan as they made their way toward the banquet meeting.

A Middle-aged man led the Gordon Clan to the mansion's backyard, where a stage had already been set up.

It stood firmly as if nothing could move it.

"This is the spot for the Gordon Clan," the man said, pointing to an area with enough chairs to accommodate all the younger Gordon members.

Just as before, without hesitation, Agnes went straight to sit in the middle seat at the front.

She turned back and looked at Alec, waiting for him to say something or become angry.

Alec shook his head and smiled sadly, surprised by her childish mentality, even though she was older.

"Let's go,"

Alec said, unwilling to give her the reaction she desired.

Agnes snorted when Alec and his group moved to the back seats.

"Hmmm, losers," Agnes sneered.

"It would be better if you stopped underestimating their strength," Knight said to Agnes.

After all, they could detect his presence, indicating that they were not the weaklings she believed them to be; that was what he thought.

After a few minutes, other families and Clans arrived, passing by them.

Different entrances led to prepared seats for each group.

All they had to do was enter and take their seats.

Once all the disciples and descendants from the city clans and families had filled their designated areas, an Old man who still stood upright walked out onto the main stage, capturing the attention of all the younger generations of mages present.

"I want to welcome all the young heroes who have journeyed far and wide to be here; allow me to introduce myself; my name is Marcus Dragonmir, the city lord of this city," the man on the stage announced, causing gasps to escape the mouths of many attendees.

"Why does everyone seem so surprised?" Alec asked Arthur beside him.

"Boss, I think you should stop secluding yourself all the time; just wait and listen to what he has to say," Arthur replied with a sigh, and Alec decided to heed his advice.

"Yes, I am from the Dragonair Clan, but today we are not here to talk about me; we are here to find out who the elites among the younger generation's disciples are, So don't hesitate to challenge anyone, even if you have a grudge, The only rule is not to kill," the city lord continued.

The city lord gracefully bent his legs and jumped high, gliding straight to a platform at the top of the hall.

"It seems that's where all the family and clan elders are seated, watching the banquet,"

Arthur whispered to Alec, nudging him with his elbow.

"Let the banquet begin!" the city lord's voice echoed from the top platform.

Immediately, a young man climbed the stage and challenged a member of the Lantzt family, as he hailed from the Heather family.

Both families consisted of wind mages, making them rivals in the city, competing for supremacy as the better wind mage family.

Ultimately, they had similar power levels, but the Heather family member emerged victorious, albeit with numerous injuries.

Just as the victorious young man was about to leave the stage, Sheila Lantzt entered and challenged him to a duel, which he accepted. However, he ended up losing heavily.

"Whoa, she's already a Mid-tier one mage," one of the younger generation members of the other clans exclaimed.

"Hmph, there's no way she could have advanced that fast without the resources from her family," another member expressed dissatisfaction at the sight of Sheila's rapid power increase.

It was evident that she had recently advanced, considering that she had struggled to contain her energy through the fight, which showed her still unstable realm.

The reaction from the Lantzt family members was smug, knowing their resources likely played a role; this was all from their last gain in the Blood Moon war.

"I want to challenge the Gordon Clan mages," Sheila Lantzt declared, pointing towards where the Gordon Clan members were seated.

"Hahaha, that b***h finally can't hide her eagerness to challenge us after losing face at the south wall,"

Arthur taunted from the back, not bothered to hide his presence.

This only enraged Sheila further.

Arthur wasn't too concerned, though.

He knew Knight and Agnes would quickly accept the challenge, as they were always eager for the spotlight.

The rest of the Gordons Mage Younger generation also thought the same, anticipating that Knight or Agnes would step forward since Sheila had not specified any names, and ordinary members couldn't defeat her considering her realm.

"I'll take you on," Knight declared, standing up from beside Agnes and making his way to the stage.

He intended to defend the honor of the Gordon Clan.

Not knowing if Alec and his g**g had advanced to the next realm, Knight wanted to take the stage before any of them.

"You're not my match," Sheila confidently claimed as Knight climbed onto the fighting platform.

She released her cultivation aura to its fullest, hoping to embarrass him by sending him off the stage.

"Oh, are you so sure about that?" Knight countered as he also released his aura.

Even though they were standing there, their auras alone were enough to knock back low-tier one-mages.

Green and black elemental colors clashed against each other.

"Oh, that guy has also advanced to the Mid-Tier 1 Mage realm," the crowd observed.

"Why does it feel like us Low-Tier 1 mages are trash? When did advancing to the next realm become so easy?" others murmured in disbelief.

"I know. Seeing two Mid-Tier 1 mages right at the beginning of the banquet is a rare sight," someone remarked, acknowledging the uncommon occurrence.

The gasps continued as everyone realized that yet another Mid-Tier 1 mage had emerged at such a fast pace.

It was difficult for them to grasp the fact that there were others in their generation who were progressing so rapidly.

It made them feel as if all the effort they had put into cultivation all this time had been a waste.

"I have been waiting for you to attack first since you're a lady. But since you don't seem to be taking my invitation seriously, then you should not blame me when I attack first,"

Knight said, fetching two short daggers from his waist as a black aura enveloped them.

"Bring it on," Sheila replied, positioning herself as the wind around her intensified.

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Knight cast a shadow spell, causing his entire body to sink into the ground until he completely disappeared.

Waves of astonishment washed over the spectators' faces, but Sheila's, instead of being surprised, her expression turned serious.

She quickly noticed a black shadow approaching her and began channeling her mana to unleash her magic.

However, before she could cast her spell, another shadow disrupted her magic, wrapping around her legs.

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It was yet another shadow magic that Knight swiftly cast, showcasing his superiority over Sheila and how fast he could cast his spells.

She couldn't even break free from the binds, and Knight emerged from her shadow, placing his blade at her neck.

"You lose," Knight declared in an authoritative tone, showcasing his calm demeanor further.

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"Knight dominated her! What a match!"

The younger generation of the Gordon Clan couldn't contain their joy as they celebrated their first victory.

In contrast, the atmosphere among the Lantzt family members was gloomy.

"It seems it's time for me to make an appearance," Bryan Lantzt finally said, leaping onto the stage with a skillful landing.

"Brother!" Sheila exclaimed, surprised to see her brother appear so quickly to join the fight.

Losing to a member of the Gordon Clan must have made him unable to sit idly by and wait for someone else to take down Knight.

He decided to take care of this Gordon talent before things escalated further, and more Lantzt family members found themselves defeated by this formidable shadow mage.

"It seems you are walking the path of an Assassin mage," Bryan remarked, trying to strike up a conversation with Knight.

"Less talking, more fighting. Get ready; I'm about to attack," Knight replied, warning his opponent as he cast his favorite spell.

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Bryan smirked in response. "Got you."

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Bryan directed the wind blades toward the moving shadow, but they had no effect.

Magic couldn't affect Knight while he was in the sinking shadows, and his speed remained unaffected.

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Knight attempted to cast the same spell he had used before to restrict Bryan's movements.

However, Bryan seemed to have been expecting it, and he easily bypassed the spell by casting another wind spell instead.

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Bryan quickly dashed, deftly evading the shadowy hands that emerged from the ground, and Finally emerging from the shadows, Knight faced Bryan.

"I had a feeling you had a time limit on how long you could stay in the shadows, and it seems I was right. Now it's my turn,"

Bryan declared, with multiple wind blades hovering around him.