Looking at Ron approaching, sparks of intensity flared in the eyes of Natsu and Gajeel.
The next second.
Gajeel, with a fierce look in his eyes, stepped directly forward.
Without looking back, he said, "Hey, Salamander, how about you leave him to !"
He had been holding a grudge ever since their last fight with Ron, where he had been scared off.
He was not the sa person he was back then!!
"Huh? What kind of joke are you making?"
"No way am I doing that!!"
Natsu retorted without even thinking, fierce flas blazing on his hands.
He grinned, his eyes burning with high fighting spirit.
"He's a target I want to take down too!"
"Whoever grabs him first gets him!"
"Tch, then let's see who's faster!"
Gajeel spat.
Ron kept walking, his smile growing even brighter. He crooked his fingers at the two of them, his tone provocative.
"Why don't you stop arguing and co at together."
"Don't look down on us!!"
Natsu roared, pushing off the ground with force. He shot forward like a cannonball, launching the first attack.
The distance between them closed in an instant.
The battle was about to begin!
"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!!!"
Natsu spread his arms wide, the flas wrapped around his arms instantly surging, resembling two huge dragon wings, sweeping towards Ron with a scorching heatwave.
"Heh."
Ron chuckled, his black hair flying wildly amidst the surging flas, his blue and gold eyes shimring.
The next mont.
Ron raised one hand unhurriedly.
Visible, bone-chilling cold air spread from his palm, and he clenched it slightly towards the two flaming wings swinging at him.
He parted his lips and slowly spat out one word.
"Freeze!"
The temperature in the surrounding air dropped instantly, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Crack—!
Natsu's scorching flas, capable of burning everything, were instantly frozen solid from the outside in the mont they touched the cold air.
Subsequently, the frozen flaming wings shattered inch by inch, landing on the ground with a "patta patta" sound, turning into a pile of crystalline ice shards.
"My flas... were frozen?"
Natsu stood frozen in his swinging posture, his mind blank.
Because he often fought with Gray, he was all too familiar with ice-attribute magic.
But whether it was Gray or any other Wizard, he had never seen anyone whose ice could freeze his flas!
At most, they would just collide and cancel each other out.
However...
The battle would not stop because of Natsu's shock.
While the two were engaged, Gajeel had already snuck to Ron's side, his right arm transforming into a thick, sturdy, pitch-black iron pillar.
"Iron Dragon's Club!!!"
Gajeel roared, the muscles in his arm bulging. The iron club he had ford swept towards Ron with a whistling sound that tore through the air!
Ron didn't even look to the side, his right hand moving faster than his opponent's attack.
Bang!!
A dull thud echoed.
The Iron Dragon's Club, which could split mountains and crack rocks, was steadily caught by Ron's slender, fair palm!
Before Gajeel could pull his arm back, he saw silver-white lightning flickering and jumping in Ron's palm.
"Zzz—!"
The violent thunder made Gajeel's whole body tremble.
He hurriedly pulled his arm back and jumped backward, putting so distance between himself and Ron.
Gajeel shook his slightly numb arm, looking at Ron with a solemn expression.
'This guy is more than just a little stronger than last ti!'
Natsu also recovered from his shock at this mont, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gajeel.
Both of their faces were full of unprecedented vigilance.
Only one exchange.
Natsu's flas were frozen, and Gajeel was forced back by lightning.
Yet Ron hadn't even moved his feet half a step.
"What, are you scared already?"
"Too afraid to make a move?"
Seeing their appearance of facing a great enemy, Ron tilted his head and smiled.
"You guys are still far from ready!!"
...
At the sa ti.
Levy, Bisca, and Alzack had already quietly sneaked into the area where Ron's team was located, preparing to stage a brilliant house-raiding operation.
"Although it's a bit of a stretch for Natsu and the others to take on Ron, as long as we act fast enough to find the flag, we can..."
Levy, who was cheering herself on, was frozen in place the mont she stepped into this area, stunned by the scene before her.
"This..."
Bisca and Alzack were no exception, their mouths hanging wide open as they stared blankly ahead.
For a mont, all three heads collectively malfunctioned!
"What, what kind of joke is this!!"
"What... what is all this?!"
Flags!
Flags!!
And more flags!!!
As far as the eye could see in the entire area, it was packed with dense blue and gold flags.
Hundreds, thousands, or even more!
A breeze blew, and the sea of flags, which seed to have no end, fluttered in the wind. The scene was so spectacular that it made one's scalp tingle.
"This... this is too much!"
Levy's mouth twitched fiercely, feeling like she was about to develop trypophobia.
"With so many flags, how are we supposed to find it."
"Don't panic, this must be Reedus's ability!"
Bisca reacted the fastest and quickly cald down.
A flash of light appeared in her hand, and she instantly equipped a sniper rifle. She locked onto a flag and decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the hit flag shattered on cue, turning into specks of light.
"Done! Since we don't know which one is real..."
Bisca blew on the muzzle of her gun coolly, a smug smile on her face.
"Then we'll just destroy them all! The fake ones will definitely shatter at a touch!"
"Amazing!"
Alzack's eyes lit up.
But before the words of praise could leave his mouth, he saw the flag that had just been shattered instantly restore itself amidst a flash of light.
"..."
The expressions of the three instantly froze.
"Damn!!!"
A roar of anger erupted from Bisca's mouth, black lines seemingly appearing above her head.
...
The public watching through the broadcast screen felt both amused and pitiful for the fate of the three at this mont.
"Seriously, Ron's move is too ruthless..."
"Look at the expressions on the three of them, they're about to break down!"
"Are you sure they're about to break down? Aren't they already broken?!"
"That 'Damn', was really full of grief, helplessness, and despair..."
"..."
...
"How are we supposed to play this? It can even regenerate?!"
Alzack's ntality collapsed.
This wasn't finding a flag at all; this was clearly coming here to be tortured!
Levy looked at Bisca beside her, feeling sowhat desperate and broken.
"Bisca, what do we do now?"
As the strategist, she also felt powerless in the face of such a rogue tactic by Ron.
"How about... we go back and help Natsu and the others?"
Alzack suggested.
"Maybe, as long as we join forces to defeat Ron, he'll lift this magic?"
"Calm down!"
Bisca took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the irritability in her heart.
"Let's try again. Attack every suspicious-looking place; maybe we can find a way to break it."
At her command, the three imdiately scattered.
"Bullet Storm!!!"
"Solid Script: Thunder!!!"
"Explosive Shot!!!"
For a ti, dense bullets and thunder completely covered this area.
But ti and ti again, the destroyed flags always recovered as if nothing happened in the next second, as if mocking their futility.
The three gathered together, panting, looking at the sea of flags that hadn't moved a muscle, their faces left with only numbness.
"Give up..."
Alzack slumped to the ground, his eyes hollow.
"This is impossible to play. Let's just go help Natsu and the others."
Levy looked at the sea of flags in front of her helplessly, her heart filled with worry.
'Defeating Ron seems to be even harder than finding the real flag!!'
"That's the only way."
Hearing this, Bisca nodded helplessly.
She could only agree to the previously most unreliable, yet only feasible plan.
Facing the dazzling array of flags in front of her, her tone carried a hint of certainty.
"I always feel that, according to that guy Ron's nasty personality, these flags..."
"Maybe they're all fake!!!"
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