Erigor hovered in the air, originally enjoying the feeling of looking down from above, high and mighty.
But at this mont, his heart was filled only with inexplicable dread.
"How is this possible?! To be so fast..."
He hadn't expected so many of his subordinates to appear so weak against what he called 'flies,' being completely wiped out in just a mont.
And the opponent he was currently facing... "Hey, what are you looking at, Breeze Boy!"
Natsu's roar interrupted Erigor's thoughts. The mont he turned his head, a fist wreathed in orange-red flas rapidly enlarged in his vision.
The fist, carrying a scorching heatwave, slamd fiercely into the scythe, scattering sparks.
"What?! Using fire to assist in jumping, then using fire to enhance the power of his punch for an attack?"
As he flew backward, Erigor surprisingly kneaded his numb right hand.
"And this power, it's hard to imagine it coming from a Wizard's fist!"
After a single blow, Natsu could only land back on the ground, stomping his feet in frustration as he looked at Erigor floating in mid-air.
"Damn it, just floating there, so sly! Get down here now!"
Perhaps seeing that while Ron and the others were watching intently, they had no intention of helping, Erigor felt slightly relieved.
Although he couldn't escape for now, at least he wasn't being ganged up on.
Given the abilities of those few just now, if they had all rushed him, he wouldn't have stood a chance at all.
"If you're so capable, fly up here yourself, fly!"
Erigor's mind raced, determined not to land on the ground, while constantly searching for an opportunity to slip away.
'Since the plan has failed, I can't afford to be defeated here too!'
Natsu on the ground didn't care about any of that. He raised his right hand high, and magic power surged wildly around him.
The next mont, fierce flas burst from him, and a flaming hand, entirely condensed from fire, shot directly towards Erigor in mid-air.
"Trying to grab down? Naive..."
Erigor narrowly dodged, then snorted coldly, quickly collecting his thoughts to focus on the fight.
'If I can't even deal with this fly in front of , then escaping is out of the question...'
"Let warm you up again!"
Natsu's attack missed. Imdiately, he ford his hands into claws before his mouth, leaned back, and his chest swelled, like a giant dragon preparing to breathe fire.
"Fire Dragon's... Roar!!!"
A vortex of flas, spewed by a giant dragon, rushed towards Erigor with an unstoppable, surging montum.
"Wind Wall!!!"
Erigor pushed his palm forward, and a swirling wind barrier suddenly condensed in front of him.
The mont the fla vortex hit the Wind Wall, it was broken down, swallowed, and completely dissipated by the rotating gale within it.
'What an astonishing guy, but does he always do things in such a ssy way?'
'Is this a Wizard from Fairy Tail?!'
Looking at Natsu below, who was laughing wantonly, showing a mouthful of white teeth, Erigor's heart was greatly shaken.
"It seems I underestimated your power a bit. Now, I'm going to get serious..."
"Storm Mail!!!"
Amidst the spinning of his scythe, a fierce wind gathered and covered Erigor's body, like he had donned a wind armor.
"Watch shred you, Era Baram!!!"
Countless jade-green wind blades, sharp as knives, appeared out of thin air and shot towards Natsu like a torrential downpour!
Each wind blade carried a sharp whistle that tore through the air, its power enough to easily cut through steel.
"Ugh!"
Natsu, relying on his instinctive combat skills, dodged all the wind blades with agile movents and keen senses.
Then, his fla-wrapped fist slamd down fiercely towards Erigor's face.
However, before it could even get close, the attached flas were extinguished by the Storm Mail on the opponent's body, losing their original power.
"Hahahaha! What's wrong? Is that all you've got?"
Erigor looked at the suppressed Natsu, his eyes full of contempt.
"Damn it, there's sothing tricky covering his body... I'll just peel off that outer shell!"
"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!!!"
The attached flas were extinguished once again.
"What's going on? The fire... it's gone?"
"It seems without flas wrapped around you, you can't unleash that destructive power from before."
The wind around Erigor suddenly intensified, pushing Natsu backward repeatedly.
"The wind from my Storm Mail blows outwards, understand? In front of my wind, your flas are simply worthless! Wind... is the natural enemy of fire!"
"Fire... cannot defy wind!!!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Natural enemy?!"
Natsu abruptly stopped his retreating steps, roaring as he slowly advanced against the unstoppable headwind.
"My flas have no natural enemy..."
"They can burn everything to ashes!!!"
The flas on Natsu's body burned more and more fiercely, as if they were igniting the very air.
The high-temperature flas gradually spread to the surroundings, and violent fiery air currents instantly ford convection with the air inside the station. Visible heatwaves, like explosions, spread in all directions!
"Flas of emotion, eh?"
Ron steadily watched Natsu in his burst state, the light in his left eye constantly flickering.
In his eyes, Natsu at this mont was like soone without a bottleneck; as long as his emotions kept igniting, his power seed to have no upper limit, able to continuously grow.
"Emotions seem to have materialized from the flas. What a cheating ability, but every ti I see it, it's truly stunning..."
"What?" Erza turned her head and asked when she heard Ron muttering.
"Nothing," Ron shook his head.
"I'm saying that even in a world of magic, science still has its place..."
Looking back at the battlefield of Natsu and Erigor, Ron felt as if he heard a soaring piece of music.
The air, originally turbulent due to the super-high temperature flas, began to flow continuously towards Natsu's location.
Even... the wind surrounding Erigor's body, forming his Storm Mail, also flowed towards Natsu.
"How is this possible, my Storm Mail..."
Erigor looked down at his exposed hands, now that the Storm Mail had dissipated, filled with horror.
"What terrifying magic, but this kind of super-high heat magic, could it be..."
"I'm going to take you down!!!"
Wrapped in intense flas from head to toe, Natsu charged at high speed towards Erigor, headbutting him into the air.
"Fire Dragon's... Sword Horn!!!"
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