"Natsu's going to win."
The mont Marco saw Natsu take control of the God Slayer Flas, he ca to that conclusion imdiately.
At this point, Natsu definitely had victory in hand.
This so-called God Slayer Magic certainly sounded impressive, but in the end, it was still just fire.
Natsu's Fire Dragon Slayer Magic was naturally suited to counter flas, and with everything Totomaru had taught him about fire control, dealing with fire-based magic was practically second nature to him.
Buzz!
Natsu controlled the flas and wrapped them around his fist.
He didn't swallow them, because these God Slayer Flas were far too violent.
Even he, a Fire Dragon who fed on flas, had no way to devour them directly.
If he swallowed the God Slayer Flas, he would only be trapping himself.
The flas would violently clash with the magic inside his body, leaving him in agony and making it impossible to convert them into his own power.
Natsu felt relieved.
Fortunately, he had chosen to control the flas first instead of arrogantly trying to eat them.
Otherwise, the situation would have reversed completely.
"Take this… Dragon God's Brilliant Fla!"
Natsu spread both hands wide—God Slayer Flas in one, Dragon Slayer Flas in the other.
Then he slamd them together, fusing the two fires into one, and hurled the result forward.
The rged flas beca a gigantic black-and-red fireball, radiating a terrifying aura, as if it could slay evil dragons and even gods themselves.
"Damn you! You actually stole my power!"
Seeing Natsu use his own ability against him—and even fuse his God Slayer Flas with Dragon Slayer Flas—Zancrow was furious.
Rage shot straight to his head.
"Fla God's Feast!"
Zancrow swung both hands, creating a pair of hounds from black flas.
The two wolves leapt up and rged into a giant maw, lunging straight at Natsu's Dragon God's Brilliant Fla.
This technique could devour everything—even a mage's magic power itself.
Boom!!!
But the giant mouth was blasted apart instantly by Dragon God's Brilliant Fla. The overwhelming magical power was far beyond what it could consu.
That sight left Zancrow dumbfounded.
This was his strongest move, one that had never failed him before—usually it killed in a single blow.
And yet now, not only had it failed, it hadn't even managed to slow the attack down. As the black-and-yellow fireball ca crashing toward him, he had no chance to dodge.
He could only take it head-on.
Boom!!!
The terrifying fireball slamd into him, and Zancrow let out a shrill, agonized scream.
After all these years, it was the first ti he had ever learned what it felt like to be burned by fire.
As soone who prided himself on wielding the strongest flas, he had never imagined that one day he himself would be scorched by fire.
"See that? That's what happens when you try to counterattack before figuring things out."
Looking at the miserably defeated Zancrow, Marco said to Lucy, Hisui, Gray, and the others.
If Zancrow hadn't chosen to retaliate imdiately, he might actually have had a chance to dodge.
But unfortunately, his wrong judgnt had destroyed all those possibilities.
He had believed his flas could devour everything—but the fusion of God Slayer Flas and Dragon Slayer Flas had already surpassed the original God Slayer Flas in sheer power.
"This guy is pretty strong. If anyone else had faced him, they probably would've suffered badly. Those flas aren't easy to deal with. But unfortunately for him, he ran into Natsu—the natural enemy of fla mages."
Gildarts comnted from the side, acknowledging both Zancrow's strength and the quality of Natsu's victory.
The older man's face was full of satisfaction.
During the years he had been away from the guild, the kids had grown trendously. Even straightforward, reckless Natsu had now mastered all kinds of techniques.
That level of fire control was impressive even to Gildarts.
"So all that effort wasn't wasted after all."
Marco smiled.
He had always pushed Natsu to study fire-control techniques properly under Totomaru, and after so much ti and persistence, it had finally borne perfect fruit.
If Natsu hadn't mastered fire control, this battle would definitely have been much uglier.
Marco could already imagine it: if he hadn't been here, and the original Natsu had faced this Fire God Slayer Mage, he probably would have been beaten black and blue.
"You're a good teacher, Marco."
Gildarts sighed with feeling.
When it ca to teaching others, he simply couldn't keep up with Marco at all.
Just look at the growth of Lucy, Hisui, Natsu, Gray, and the others—they changed drastically year by year, far exceeding expectations.
And more importantly, they had all grown in completely different directions, each excelling in different areas.
That was the truly terrifying part.
It ant Marco genuinely knew how to teach according to the individual, proving that his mastery of magic was broad and comprehensive.
Gildarts looked at his own hand.
His Crush Magic had too high a barrier to entry.
Even if he wanted to teach it, no one else could seem to learn it.
That left him constantly frustrated and confused.
A magic he had grasped right from the start was sohow this hard for others?
Marco found that confusion very familiar.
It reminded him of a famous question often asked by geniuses.
'How could anyone be too dumb to learn calculus?'
The truth was that so things which felt basic to a genius, things they thought no one could possibly fail to understand, were as incomprehensible as heavenly scripture to ordinary people.
Gildarts's Crush Magic was exactly that kind of thing—other people's ultimate move was just his normal attack.
"It'd be nice if that fla could be preserved."
Marco stopped humoring Gildarts and turned his gaze back toward the God Slayer Flas.
This Fire God Slayer Magic was indeed pretty good.
If Natsu could truly master those flas, his strength would rise dramatically.
Within the flas, Zancrow had already stopped screaming.
As the user of Fire God Slayer Magic, he was genuinely resistant to burning. Of course, part of that was because he had also been using God Slayer Flas to resist the attack.
In any case, the flas had finally burned out.
Thud.
Zancrow collapsed to the ground.
Not a single patch of unburned flesh remained on him, and his whole body gave off the sll of roasted at. He looked practically ready to be served on a plate.
"Zancrow… was defeated…"
The scene naturally shocked the mbers of Grimoire Heart.
The other mbers of the Seven Kin of Purgatory were stunned as well.
Just monts ago, Zancrow had held every advantage, using his overpowering God Slayer Flas to completely suppress the Fire Dragon.
And yet in the blink of an eye, the situation had reversed.
Zancrow had been suppressed instead, then taken down in a single strike, clearly unable to get back up.
So all that fighting earlier had amounted to aningless damage? And the other side only needed one hit to put him down for good.
The defeat had co too quickly for Grimoire Heart to process.
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