The Golem Mage Chapter 1083: Less About Brawns And More About the Brains.

From a distance, the figure standing in the central rune circle was unmistakable to all.

“Alec Gordons!” Dragov bellowed, propelling himself higher by commanding the wind currents around him. He used them as makeshift steps to steady his body and build momentum in the sky, all while reaching back to free his enormous Greatsword from its strap.

Dragov realized he couldn't reach Alec before Damien did, so he opted to strike from range instead. This would compel Alec to defend, stopping him from disrupting Damien's advance.

Hovering in the air, Dragov slashed with his sword. A soft whoosh rang out as the blade sliced the atmosphere, enveloped in wind element and amplified by his Qi.

He released a huge crescent wind blade, nearly tangible from the thick Qi packed inside. It tore across the heavens straight at Alec.

The assault passed right by Damien, nearer to the goal, and hurtled on toward Alec in the rune circle. Spotting the enormous strike coming, Alec flashed a subtle smirk.

“I guess I can’t hope that you’ll just leave me alone during this battle,” Alec murmured, his right hand shifting to the Changdao's hilt before yanking it out in one fluid draw.

As he swung, a blood-red ghostly aura materialized behind him, copying his action. A scarlet energy surge blasted out, smashing directly into the approaching wind blade above.

Bang!

The clash of the two forces made the whole region quake. The midair friction was so fierce that Damien, charging ahead, halted suddenly and dove behind a nearby massive rock for shelter.

Boom!

The assaults mutually annihilated in a ferocious shockwave. For those viewing via the giant projection screens, the blast seemed vividly authentic.

A fierce wind blast erupted from the screens, sweeping toward the stands. Numerous mages in the audience felt like they were caught in a raging tempest, with hair thrashing and garments flapping wildly under the immense wind force.

Yet once the shockwave faded, the crowd's immediate response was a thunderous roar of approval.

No factions split the spectators this time; the entire stadium erupted in shouts, fervor igniting across the venue.

Even mages from other kingdoms, who started neutral, got swept up after that opening clash. They might not grasp the full backstory between the captains like Northern Kingdom folk—who were already standing—but the raw rivalry between the academy heads was palpable.

“Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!”

Alec glanced at the arriving duo: one floating overhead, the other closing in from below, poised to vault onto the hovering platform with the central rune.

At that instant, peril loomed from all sides for Alec. Without his golems, victory over both simultaneously wasn't guaranteed.

Unless... he transformed, but he'd strived to conceal that power as long as feasible.

Alec had intended to abandon the central rune right after seizing it, yet plans seldom play out perfectly.

“Well, well... look who we have here. The prestigious Golem Prince himself,” Damien sneered with a smirk, lunging ahead.

Alec, at the platform's brink, leaped back instead of fighting; tangling with both Damien and Dragov at once held no appeal.

But before landing, his mental awareness spiked. His sharp senses caught Damien's brewing assault early, sensing the energy buildup.

From below, Damien summoned a blood spear and flung it, timing it precisely for Alec's landing spot—but that wasn't the sole threat he anticipated.

Overhead, Dragov swept his arm down, unleashing Wind Slam to slam a devastating wind surge from above onto Alec.

“Now that is what you call the perfect example of a pincer attack!” a spectator yelled thrilled, smacking his leg.

Alec was cornered, every path inviting doom: downward met Damien’s blood spear head-on, upward faced Dragov’s crushing Wind Slam.

This wasn't a basic Wind Slam; immense pressure bore down, and amid the plummeting wind roared a ghostly cyan-scaled dragon claw image, showcasing Dragov’s bloodline boost to the spell.

His mastery elevated it far beyond normal. Worse, tackling one left him open to the other: Wind Slam wouldn't halt till ground-smashing, trapping Alec in its zone, and Damien’s blood mastery made midair spear redirection effortless.

“I’ll take this first death if I have to... but I’m definitely not going down without a fight,” Alec grumbled. He sheathed his sword smoothly and swiftly formed hand seals.

[ Mid-Tier Spell – Earth Shield ]

Finishing the signs, he spun mid-drop and shoved his palms out as descent began.

Bang!

An earth shield rose ahead, but Damien’s blood spear waited ideally, spearing through the rushed defense and demolishing it on contact.

Still, it worked as intended, sapping much of the spear’s force. Now Alec had a split second to ready himself.

Muscles tensed, the blood spear hit, shoving him back several steps before he regained footing. The blood energy evaporated, leaving him outwardly fine—but internally, his organs howled from the blow.

Above, Wind Slam still plunged. As he steeled for the onslaught, teammates’ voices cut through.

[ Mid-Tier Spell – Earth Dome ]

[ Mid-Tier Spell – Glacier Guard ]

[ Mid-Tier Spell – Ironwood Barrier ]