As the rapier returned to its sheath, the crisp sound of tal striking tal provided the final note to this localized battle.
Erza and Mirajane were locked in an inseparable struggle, Elfman and Evergreen had been taken captive, and the remaining Macao and Bickslow, combined, were no match for Fried with one hand.
What's more, these two still had opponents of their own...
Therefore, Fried's localized victory signaled that Mirajane's team had already secured victory in the preliminary round ahead of schedule.
"Damn it... Let go!!"
Evergreen struggled with all her might, but those magical chains seed to have a life of their own; not only were they exceptionally tough, but they also possessed the ability to seal magic power.
What drove her the most insane was—
To prevent them from escaping, that damn guy Fried had actually tied her and Elfman together, face-to-face!
And very tightly, at that!
"Don't waste your energy."
Fried elegantly adjusted his cuffs, his gaze sweeping calmly over the pair.
"This is a spell specifically designed to restrict movent; the more you struggle, the tighter it will bind you."
"Enough, Fried!"
"Can't I just surrender? Hurry up and let go!!"
Evergreen glared with eyes full of exasperation.
Because of the tightening chains, her entire body was forced against Elfman's broad, sturdy chest.
Uncomfortable!
Extrely uncomfortable!!
This bound posture made Evergreen subconsciously twist her alluring body, attempting to adjust to a slightly less awkward position.
"Ngh..."
Just then, a suppressed, heavy grunt ca from above her head.
Evergreen froze for a mont and looked up.
She saw that Elfman's rugged face was now flushed with a bright red, and even the base of his neck had turned completely crimson.
His eyes darted around, completely afraid to look at Evergreen in his arms, and his body was as stiff as a rock.
"Hey, you..."
Evergreen instantly realized how easily her twisting earlier could have invited wild thoughts.
Although she had a brash and bold personality, this kind of close-range intimate contact made her face burn up instantly.
"Why the hell are you blushing!!"
She imdiately stopped moving, frowned, and glared coldly at the blushing Elfman as she scolded him.
"Turn your head away! Don't look!"
Elfman stamred and hurriedly tilted his head up, his gaze unfocused.
"I... I am just..."
"Just what, you idiot! Why is your heart beating so fast?!"
"This is a side effect from the battle! That's right, a side effect!"
It seems that even so-called manliness cannot withstand the test when faced with this kind of romantic offensive!
This defense stat is basically zero...
"Hey, Fried, you've watched enough of this show, right?"
Evergreen turned her head and shouted impatiently.
"Hurry up and let go! These chains are making very uncomfortable!"
Fried calmly swept a glance over the two and parted his lips slightly.
"Apologies, the results aren't out yet, so I cannot let you... both of you go just yet."
"Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and go pull the flag!!"
Evergreen gritted her teeth in anger, urging him repeatedly.
Watching Fried's retreating back, she sighed helplessly and gave Elfman, who was within arm's reach, a cold, sidelong glance.
Feeling the heat radiating from his chest, she could only resign herself to stop struggling and helplessly accept this sowhat shaful outco.
Clang!!
The sound of tal clashing rang out.
Demonic claws slashed through the void, catching the incoming blade.
"Erza, you're going to lose."
Mirajane looked at the results below, her eyes curving into crescents with a charming smile.
Erza frowned slightly and slashed out with her sword.
"They are still fighting!!"
...
On the other side.
Bickslow danced while dealing with Nab from Erza's team.
Bickslow's magic was Dancer, which allowed him to boost the combat capabilities of nearby allies through dance while simultaneously lowering the combat capabilities of his targets.
As for Nab's magic, it was Seith (Animal Possession), which involved possessing himself with animal spirits and utilizing their power to fight.
It was just that because he usually loitered in front of the quest board and never worked, his magic effects looked absolutely pathetic.
Therefore, the fight between the two was quite evenly matched—a battle of the incompetent.
Macao, who was already slightly stronger, was facing the weakened Wakaba and Max with the support of Bickslow's dance.
Even though it was two against three, the battle was going back and forth.
"Purple Fla Rainstorm!!!"
Macao shouted and shoved both hands forward violently.
The purple flas transford into countless tiny fire teors, shooting out like a rainstorm.
The purple flas, which were high-temperature and extrely difficult to extinguish, forced Wakaba and Max to retreat temporarily.
After Macao's attack landed, he caught a glimpse of Fried's retreating back.
"Hey, Wakaba, Max!"
He dropped his stance, his expression triumphant.
"That guy Fried has already gone to pull the flag, the situation is already very clear. How about... we stop?"
Wakaba and Max exchanged looks, instantly reading the aning in each other's eyes.
"Fine, we can't win anyway..."
Wakaba moved the pipe he was clenching slightly and nodded in agreent.
The next second.
"Smoke Impact!!!"
"Sandstorm!!!"
"Great Purple Fireball!!!"
Almost at the sa ti, magic circles lit up in front of the three of them.
A smoke fist, swirling quicksand, and a giant purple fireball crashed into each other.
Rumble!!
As the explosion sounded, all three guys wore devious grins that said, "Just as I thought."
"I knew it!"
Macao grinned and pointed at Wakaba, cursing.
"You smokestack, you really are a devious guy!!"
"Likewise..."
Wakaba retorted.
"The results haven't co out yet, so we won't surrender easily."
"Take this! Smoke Substitute!!!"
...
Laxus was bathed in lightning, appearing like a god of thunder descended to earth.
"Resounding through the sky, the roar that summons the lightning..."
He held his right fist high, reciting the magic incantation in a deep voice.
A massive amount of lightning gathered above Mystogan and Gray's heads, forming a terrifying, crackling thundercloud.
"Descend from the heavens and reduce everything... to ashes!!"
"Lightning Pressure Raging Waves!!!"
Boom!!!
Two thick, golden pillars of lightning roared and rushed down toward the two below.
With vast magical power combined with the violent nature of lightning-elent magic, even without using Dragon Slayer Magic, Laxus was still firmly suppressing Mystogan and Gray.
"Has this guy Laxus beco even stronger?"
Gray rolled to dodge the lightning pillar, panting heavily.
The Ice-Make creations he crafted were as fragile as paper in the face of Laxus's lightning.
If not for the fact that the main attacker was Mystogan, they would likely have been defeated long ago.
"As expected..."
Watching Gray being pushed back step by step, Ron rested his chin on his right hand, dropping his spectator attitude.
A flash of contemplation crossed his eyes as he muttered to himself.
"Although Maker Magic is a free-form magic, simple Ice-Make, when faced with an opponent like Laxus..."
"Is ultimately a bit outdated."
"Huh?"
Ron whispered and turned his gaze away.
"Interesting, he actually learned how to use it like this?"
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