"Tch! Showing off your skills, aren't you!" Seeing Laxus's actions, Marco couldn't help but click his tongue.
Magic power surged in his body and the sea-blue Equuleus Bronze Cloth immediately appeared on his body.
Marco unhesitatingly stomped hard on the ground, his figure leaping high into the air.
He swung his fist, charging straight towards Erigor in the sky.
He couldn't let Laxus steal this kill!
This was related to his mission, and absolutely no mistakes could be made!
Marco had already made preparations.
If he couldn't defeat erigor, then he would have to use his trump card - directly use that 'Royal Demon Palace Rose' to swiftly finish off Erigor.
Using a one-time item to exchange for a permanent skill was definitely worth it.
"Bastards! Don't look down on me!"
Faced with Marco charging up at him, Erigor's expression was furious.
He stretched out one hand, magical power frantically spewing out from his hand, then transforming into magical wind blowing towards Marco head-on.
"Buzz!"
Hit in the face by the magical wind, Marco's magical power erupted, resisting the damage from this wind.
The howling magical wind struck the Equuleus Bronze Cloth, producing no effect at all.
However, under the blowing of this fierce gale, Marco's charging momentum had been stopped.
He could only helplessly fall back to the ground.
Not being able to fly against a flying opponent was an inherent disadvantage.
Without any long-range attacks, the situation was even worse—what kind of foot soldier could take on an air force barehanded?
If the air force knew how to play, they could kite you to death.
In this situation, being able to fly could directly widen the combat power gap by two levels!
"Go to hell!" Erigor was extremely angry.
He had just become the guild master of Eisenwald not long ago, and hadn't had time to stretch out his grand ambitions yet, when Fairy Tail came knocking on the door.
It was directly a case of his career being cut short before it had properly begun!
It was bad enough that they came knocking, but to actually let two kids humiliate him!
These bastards were simply going too far!
Did they really think he was a common weakling?!
"BOOM!!!"
Erigor's magic power erupted.
A terrifying tornado storm rose up from beneath Marco's feet, rotating at an extremely fast speed.
"Buzz!"
Marco planted his feet firmly, struggling to maintain his balance, but under the spinning tornado wind, even the floor beneath him had been ripped up.
Everything around Marco was spinning rapidly, and he couldn't keep his footing.
His body was swept up by the fierce wind.
"This is why elemental magic users are so annoying!" Marco unleashed his magic power.
Thankfully, with the protection of his Cloth, he was still unharmed in the tornado.
An ordinary mage would have been torn to shreds in this gale long ago.
This Erigor was probably the type Marco was least adept at dealing with.
First, he could fly, and second, he had many long-range attack methods.
He was practically born to be a kiting expert.
With layers of magic barriers, if played well, Marco might not even get a chance to touch him.
Flying was downright broken—as long as Erigor didn't get reckless, it was nearly impossible to take him down.
"I told you to leave it to me, but you just had to show off."
Seeing Marco get caught in the violent tornado, Laxus was initially worried.
But after confirming Marco was completely fine inside, he relaxed, though he couldn't help but grumble.
Then he decided to let Marco keep spinning in there for a while—maybe it'd teach him a lesson.
Meanwhile, he'd take care of Erigor himself!
"That's… my opponent!" Marco refused to accept this outcome.
Within the storm, he erupted with magic power, throwing punches against the spinning tornado with overwhelming force.
"Pegasus Meteor Fist!!!"
His surging fist clashed against the tornado and gradually, Erigor's magic winds weakened, forcibly reversed by Marco's relentless strikes!
Marco broke free from the raging tornado and landed back on the ground.
By now, faint blue starlight shimmered around him, his magic power surging wildly.
Above, the faint outline of the Little Horse constellation flickered, its starlight scattering across the earth.
"Think flying makes you special?! My Pegasus has wings too!"
Glaring at Erigor in the sky, Marco was fired up—understandable, considering anyone would be after spinning in a tornado for that long.
"Pegasus… Meteor Fist!"
Marco went all out right then and there, pouring his magic power into the attack.
The Little Horse constellation in the sky grew brighter and the Pegasus constellation radiated with light.
In an instant, Marco shot to the sky like a comet, his fist trailing blue light as countless winged Pegasus-like impacts bombarded forward!
"Storm Barrier!"
Faced with Marco's sudden assault, Erigor reacted swiftly, conjuring a barrier of magic wind in front of him to block the Pegasus Meteor Fist.
"BOOM!"
The barrier shattered instantly under the force of Pegasus Meteor Fist.
Shocked, Erigor immediately activated his last-resort skill.
A violently rotating storm enveloped his body like a protective coat.
The Storm Mail—Erigor's specialized defense against close-range attacks.
Any magic striking it would be dispersed by the inward-to-outward spinning winds, making it impervious to all melee assaults!
"BOOM!"
Countless Pegasus fist rained down upon Erigor, striking his rapidly spinning Storm Mail.
The magic power indeed dissipated continuously under the influence of the wind element and the azure glow enveloping Marco's fists gradually faded.
Yet, Erigor's figure was still sent flying backward, crashing directly into the guild hall's ceiling.
"Crunch!"
Marco landed back on the ground, his Bronze Cloth shattering the already dilapidated floorboards.
"Using wind element reversal to withstand impact and disperse magic power—I admit you have some clever ideas, but it's still far from enough."
Marco raised his fists again, those fists clad in the gauntlets of his Bronze Cloth.
"Your mechanics are indeed strong, but my stats surpass yours!"
Marco swung his arms, tracing the complete Pegasus constellation in the air.
Starlight poured down from the sky, enveloping his body as he radiated an azure glow.
"Pegasus Meteor Fist!"
On the ceiling, Erigor, who had just pulled himself free, was utterly enraged.
"Bastard! Aaaah! Die!!!"
"Emera Baram!"
Erigor roared, extending his index and middle fingers and crossing them, unleashing his strongest magic.
Admittedly, the mechanics of his Storm Mail were impressive.
Though blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and his organs felt as if they were churning from Marco's blows, he still hadn't lost his fighting spirit.
Two intertwined, drill-like gales merged into a single furious tempest, hurtling towards Marco, who was charging forward bathed in azure starlight.
But in just an instant, Marco's figure pierced through the storm.
The phantom of Pegasus soared towards the sky, passing straight through Erigor's body.
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