The Golem Mage Chapter 1101: Blitz Eliminations 1.

The arena sank into a momentary hush of shock, with bewilderment washing over myriad expressions, particularly among the eastern stand mages who could scarcely accept that one from their ranks was the initial victim.

Yet the clash was merely starting, and in the turmoil of dispatching Sojin, Fang at last broke loose; following numerous botched efforts, he fully shifted into smoke form since the vines failed to ensnare him this time, thanks to Brandon’s Golem being occupied elsewhere.

Instantly, the treant golem pulled its arm free from the overhead sand cloud, seeing no reason to keep it active now that he posed no danger with that tactic anymore. Before, when Fang lingered nearer the quicksand, it had been a genuine peril as the vine drew strength from the suction to haul him in and divide his focus, but currently, fully intangible and farther off, it held no sway over him.

“Leave him to me.” Arthur, fresh from taking out his foe, surged ahead with blazing speed, though even at that pace, it was clear he’d achieve nothing without landing a solid blow on Fang.

Regardless, he pressed on without pause, narrowing the gap, whirling around, and whipping out his arms in relentless spins, desperately seeking any hint of Fang’s shape—but nothing connected.

His blows sliced through vacant air, akin to a lunatic battling the breeze, and right as he eased up for a split second—Fang’s form started to coalesce.

First to harden was his hand, already clutching his blade; with a fluid strike, he drove it forward, targeting a precise chink in Arthur’s armor.

[> Mid Tier Spell — Ironvine Grip <]

However, Brandon acted ahead, his treant dropping low to the ground before slamming its right arm into the soil; upon spell activation, the limb morphed, extending into thorny roots that burrowed swiftly beneath.

Seconds later—they erupted from the earth mere meters from Fang, hurtling at him just before his thrust landed fully.

At once, the vines coiled around his elbow, forcing the smoky remnants of Fang’s body to unravel and solidify completely.

Alarm crossed Fang’s features, but prior to any retreat into smoke, Arthur had bridged the space and loomed before him; with a mighty punch, the blade jutting from his armored forearm speared right through Fang’s throat.

Fang choked harshly, clutching for survival, yet a surge of sand rushed up to engulf his head as Brandon, swooping down from above, balled his extended right fist.

Mimicking the gesture, the sand around Fang’s head compressed as if under crushing pressure, and in the instant that followed, Fang’s form slackened and tumbled lifeless to the ground.

This round, the Eastern supporters in the stands were at a loss for emotions—their second mage felled in such rapid fashion.

As his corpse faded into drifting wind wisps, countless among them yearned to bellow in outrage, craving answers for the unfolding nightmare.

“I believe I was asking politely if it was my turn earlier,” Alec stated evenly, encircled by Takeda’s five avatars.

His stare fixed unyieldingly on the original body positioned well back behind them.

“But it seems you care little about courtesy. So I’ll just assume it’s truly my turn to make a move now.”

Whatever happened, Alec held his gaze without falter, exuding total assurance, which only deepened Takeda’s perplexity—he couldn’t fathom Alec’s foundation and prayed the youth’s bravado stemmed not merely from one Tier 7 golem.

But that reflection shattered as Alec launched his follow-up.

“Golem Summoning… Come out!”

Alec uttered nonchalantly while five portals in vivid hues sprang up behind him.

With refined command over his mental energy, summoning golems had grown far simpler for Alec; he merely funneled mana into his space pouch, tying it to a spot within his mental reach to open an exit portal.

That precise scope marked the boundary of his mental energy mastery.

Five portals bloomed in his wake, each unique: one radiated icy blue, another throbbed with shadow, a third sparked with lightning, the fourth gleamed metallic, and the final swirled in thick grey mist.

The very next moment, five golems emerged.

Titan. Legion. Hive Queen. Oni. Butcher.

As soon as they appeared, it seemed no commands were necessary—they swiftly scanned the scene, grasping the battlefield's momentum in an instant. Without a moment's delay, their auras erupted fiercely, all converging on Alec, who remained pinned beneath the crushing might of Takeda's five elemental bodies.

Suddenly, the dynamics flipped.

The golems' fused aura repelled the avatars' of Takeda's dominating pressure, the air in between slamming together with savage force.

Endless blasts echoed from their clashing powers, warping the space nearby. At that moment, onlookers could no longer doubt that every one of Alec's summoned golems had ascended to the Tier 7 mage realm.

The raw power of the impact even twisted the air faintly, as if space itself had been lightly ripped open.

Titan positioned himself at the front, donned in complete dark-blue ice armor. Though his body was crafted from ice, the gear encasing him held a richer, more solid hue, nearly crystalline.

A gigantic ice shield was mounted on his left arm, its borders etched with runes, as his hefty mace balanced over his shoulder.

Legion held ready with a laser spear, clutching its metal shaft midway, his frame sleek, engineered, and primed for combat.

Butcher brimmed with far greater lightning swirling around him, fierce arcs crackling wildly while energy roared across his form like a storm on the verge of unleashing.

Sparks danced in his eyes, as if lightning bolts were trapped inside, poised to erupt at any second.

Oni followed, towering higher than ever, his aura far more daunting. The shadow armor sheathing him had evolved alongside, now adorned with a sharper, more horrifying Oni face carved into its surface.

His four extra arms brandished blade-shaped weapons, while his main hands clasped a enormous dark scythe.

Last came Hive Queen, whose leap to Tier 7 realm had stunned Alec the deepest. Her upper torso stayed wrapped in metallic war armor, her lower body formed by razor-sharp, bladed appendages.

A fresh feature topped her upgraded shape: a thorn-like metal crown perched on her head, amplifying her majestic and lethal vibe.

One golem after another loomed with escalating menace.