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"What?!"
Seeing that his full-power roar had absolutely no effect, the Black Dragon's expression finally changed.
The devouring magic he cultivated back in the day—after slaughtering countless dragons—was his greatest trump card.
No matter how powerful a mage was, even someone like Zeref using the strongest spells, they could not inflict any harm on him.
And not only could he fight using a dragon's body that far surpassed humans, he could also unleash dragon magic of terrifying power at will.
Yet now, he had encountered a cat-tribe mage whose magic seemed just as immune to spells.
"So what! Even if my magic's useless on you, I can still crush that tiny body of yours into paste!"
He tried roaring several more times, and when he confirmed his magic truly had no effect on George, the Black Dragon directly flew at him in his true form, his sharp claws slashing down fiercely.
In his eyes, George's puny cat body probably couldn't withstand even a single swipe.
But reality proved otherwise.
"My cat claws aren't just for show, you know!"
Seeing the massive dragon claw incoming, George's body swelled rapidly, and he met it head-on with a swipe of his own.
With so many stacked enhancements from his numerous clones—and after devouring quite a bit through Rokushiki Blade and Greedy techniques—his physical strength, even in cat form, had become extraordinary.
Cat claw versus dragon claw—two species on completely different tiers collided.
Boom!
A thunderous crash echoed through the sky, and the resulting shockwave nearly blew everyone away.
"Master!"
Below, the Fairy Tail mages cried out in alarm.
Because in the end, the cat claw lost to the dragon claw—George's entire white glove was shredded away.
"A mere cat, even using Giant Magic, shouldn't possibly possess that kind of physical power."
Hovering in the air after slicing off one of George's cat paws, the Black Dragon showed no joy. Instead, his expression was full of shock and uncertainty.
Yes, he had held the advantage in that exchange.
But only he knew that it had not been as effortless as it looked.
As the Black Dragon King who had slaughtered tens of thousands of dragons, his body was the strongest among all dragonkind—no creature in the world could compare.
Yet, when his claw collided with that cat claw just now, he had felt considerable pressure.
He did win in the end, but that cat's physical strength didn't seem inferior to the strongest Dragon Kings he had fought all those years ago.
And this was just a cat. How could a feline body possibly be that strong?
"Looks like dealing with you using just a cat form won't cut it after all."
George didn't seem bothered in the least about having a cat paw sliced off—it had been within his expectations.
The Black Dragon King who had annihilated the entire dragon race naturally possessed overwhelming physical power.
This had been only a test.
He hadn't used healing magic, hadn't activated Double Perfect Hands or Rokushiki Blade.
This minor injury could easily be healed by the self-regeneration ability granted by the Despair Virus he'd injected long ago.
In under five seconds, the missing cat paw had fully regrown.
"Again!"
George raised his paw and beckoned.
Upon seeing this, the Black Dragon erupted in fury, letting out a roar:
"I'll crush your skull and see if you can still regenerate!"
So what if he could heal?
Blast your head to pieces—no, rip your entire body into shreds—and let's see if you can come back from that.
All these years, no one—no, no living being—had ever dared speak to him with such an attitude.
He was the Dragon of Apocalypse, the embodiment of terror, the world's end.
Any creature who saw him should tremble, should prostrate themselves before he destroyed them.
Accelerating to his fastest speed, the Black Dragon Acnologia shot down from the sky like a colossal black arrow, both claws aimed at George, intending to tear him apart.
At that moment, George finally stopped hiding. With a roar, he transformed from cat form straight into his most powerful dragon form, his physical body surging dramatically.
"Enlarge!"
Using the Giant Magic of this world combined with the Big Arcana from the Card Magic world, his dragon body instantly expanded to tens of thousands of meters in size.
"A tiny black dragon—laughable, truly laughable!"
Stretching out an enormous dragon claw, George lightning-fast grabbed the charging Black Dragon and slammed him into the ground, pinning him there by sheer force.
The Black Dragon's body wasn't even a thousand meters long, while George now spanned tens of thousands—just one of George's claws was already bigger than the Black Dragon's entire body.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Pure physical strength poured down relentlessly. Upon impact, the Black Dragon was forced deeper and deeper into the ground.
The spectators watched as a massive crater rapidly expanded with George's claw at its center, widening again and again through raw force alone.
It was as if the entire earth were collapsing beneath him.
That was the terrifying physical power of George's dragon body now.
"Roar!"
George's flesh was powerful, but the Black Dragon Acnologia's body wasn't exactly weak.
Even though he was smaller in size and somewhat suppressed in strength right now, he wasn't completely helpless.
Using all his might, he pried open George's claw and blasted a cavern beneath himself with a roar. He tunneled straight through it, emerging from the ground behind George.
He wasn't about to give up so easily—instead, he launched a surprise attack from the rear.
"As expected, it wouldn't be that easy."
George didn't feel frustrated at failing to finish Acnologia in one go. He simply turned and swiped another claw toward him.
He was stronger than the Black Dragon now, but the gap wasn't as massive as his size suggested.
"Such a massive body, and yet your reflexes are that fast?!"
Acnologia jerked into a sudden turn, narrowly avoiding George's dragon claw.
As a gigantic black dragon himself, most of his opponents had always been smaller, so he knew well the inherent weaknesses of a larger body.
First was visibility—when you're huge, there are areas you simply cannot see.
Areas like the back of the head, the spine, under the wing roots, the groin, and so on.
An attack from one of those blind spots had a high chance of succeeding before the opponent could react.
Second was reaction time. A large body didn't necessarily mean slow speed—as long as the flesh was strong enough, size didn't impede speed.
A martial arts master could catch a fly with chopsticks, after all.
But speed did not equal reaction.
Often, to a massive creature, something tiny and unseen to the eyes—even if sensed—would trigger a slight delay in reaction, an instinctive half-beat slow.
So by logic, if he came from behind through the ground, his opponent shouldn't have reacted so quickly or detected his attack.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
After dodging George's strike, the Black Dragon still refused to give up. Like a black mosquito, he darted in from all angles, aiming for George's weak points.
But no matter what direction or position he attacked from, George would detect him in advance, intercept him, and counter.
What Acnologia did not know was that George's spiritual power was already blanketing several kilometers around them—he could see every move Acnologia made with perfect clarity.
(End of chapter)