Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 11/Ch 110 - The Weakest vs the Strongest

"No way...," Stephen spoke, completely surprised by the turn of events. "Allen has..."

With one final push, Allen managed to push through Simon's crazy amount of pure magical power. And with Allen's sword close and pointed at Simon's neck, Allen's victory was only moments away.

Everyone else sitting nearby Stephen could not believe what they were seeing. Thomas, Cecily, Rose, Sarah, and even Charles all tried to take in the scene before them.

The only one who didn't seem as surprised was August, who had just come back in time for the final round of the tournament, as he said he would.

With Stephen and the rest of them cheering on Allen the entire time, they were all excited by the turn of events. Their friend, Allen Fleming, had managed to turn the tables of the duel and defeat not only the strongest mage at the academy, but the current strongest child of Solomon Windblade.

Somehow deep down, I knew you could do it, Allen, Stephen thought, grinning. Out of all of us, you by far had the highest chance to get luck on your side and do the impossible. You have certainly showcased your skills and proven your worth.

But before Allen's victory could be announced and they could begin to celebrate, something almost no one anticipated had occurred suddenly, and without warning. Simon Windblade had pushed Allen back, and began to cast the largest spell Stephen had ever seen in his entire life.

An entire whirlwind of pure, unbridled air magic, it completely surrounded the entire arena below. Stephen lost visibility of both Allen and Simon, who were still down below.

"What's going on?!," Stephen asked, but realized his voice began to drain out under the sheer deafening sound of Simon's magic.

Stephen looked over at his friends, who seemed to be as confused as he was. They all tried to talk amongst each other, but it became exceedingly more difficult as the spell continued.

"How is this even possible?!," Stephen asked out loud, to no one in particular. "Not even I could do anything remotely as crazy as this!"

Stephen looked down below, as the whirlwind began to sweep the entire bottom of the arena, and began to reach up closer to the stands. Many of those seated close to the bottom of the arena began to freak out as they had to get up from their seats and run away from the whirlwind.

"This is going to surround the entire arena if left unchecked!," Stephen yelled out loud, as he tried to look around for something to do. "Someone is going to get hurt!"

Stephen and the rest of them managed to communicate the best as they could, with either hand motions or reading each other's lips. All of them ultimately decided to try to help whoever they could, but who was going to stop this?

There's no way the duel can continue like this, Stephen thought, as they all began to move around and help people who were close to the whirlwind get away. Aren't they going to just end the duel here? People are going to get hurt!

Stephen looked over at the one person who had the highest authority, that could most likely stop this all from continuing. But from what he could tell, he was doing absolutely nothing!

Solomon Windblade had stood up from his chair, and seemed to take in all the magic in front of him. He had a rather odd but unreadable expression. He seemed to be talking to the other Triumvirate officials, and even began to chat with the directors.

They don't seem to be trying to stop the duel!, Stephen thought, getting furious. This is just insane! No one could possibly-

Stephen then realized once again Allen was still down below, surrounded by the entire monstrosity that was Simon's magic. Was Allen okay? Did he pass out? What was going on?!