Despite his doubts, Ankh was, after all, the benchmark for everyone in the guild and one of the most prestigious Mages. Gray and Cana reluctantly withdrew their magic.
Natsu gnashed his teeth and stomped his feet, the flames on his body still burning brightly.
Happy, flying nearby, quickly advised, "Don't be impulsive, Natsu, Ankh will handle it!"
Ankh glanced at the unwilling Natsu, sighed, and led the sobbing Lisanna to his side, instructing him:
"Natsu, take good care of your bride."
Natsu's small face immediately turned crimson, and he angrily jumped up and down, "What bride? That was just a childhood joke!"
Ankh ignored Natsu's protest behind him. He walked up to the young man and said to himself,
"I heard there's a talent in the Council, a master of the Lost Magic, Shadow Stream. Are you Anselion?"
Anselion bowed slightly, smiling unhurriedly, "It is I."
Cana secretly poked Gray next to her and whispered, "Who is this person?"
Gray shook his head, equally bewildered.
Right next to them, the petite blue-haired girl, Levy, suddenly spoke:
"I've heard of him. Anselion is a Mage genius who has been very prominent in the Council these past few years! It's said he's only one step away from a Council position!"
"According to people from other guilds, Anselion's strength is at least that of an S-Class Mage."
Cana and Gray gasped. He was that powerful.
No wonder he could instantly control everyone in the guild.
Then... can Ankh handle him?
Ankh stared intently at the handsome young man in front of him and whispered, "You shouldn't be here just to fight, right?"
Hearing his words, Anselion quickly waved his hand, smiling, "No, no, no, I'm just here to deliver something to you."
With that, Anselion snapped his fingers, and the frog-man behind him scurried over, carrying a tray.
The tray held a magnificent silver-white robe with gold trim, embroidered with the Ten Wizard Saints' symbol on the back, and beside it lay the Ten Wizard Saints' emblem.
Ankh felt the smooth and comfortable texture of the robe, nodded, and then silently prepared to take the tray.
However, just then, a black magic circle suddenly appeared on one of Anselion's hands!
The Shadow Stream magic formed, and a black shadow spike grew directly from Anselion's palm, sharply piercing into the frog-man's head beside him!
The splattered crimson blood immediately stained the Ten Wizard Saints' robe, and Ankh frowned slightly.
Anselion shook his hand, and the magic dissipated.
His spirited face was now stained with blood, and his once warm smile now looked insane... The previously noisy guild members suddenly fell silent, a chill running down their spines.
This madman, he killed someone so unexpectedly... "I thought about it, my subordinate offended you. To apologize, I killed him. So—what is your sincerity?"
Anselion chuckled, and Ankh met his gaze fearlessly, stating calmly,
"It seems you deliberately want to pick a fight."
Anselion maintained his elegant noble demeanor: "I'm willing to experience the strength of the newly appointed Ten Wizard Saint."
Ankh snorted, and Titan Gravity responded, suddenly pressing down. The immense force, like a prehistoric behemoth, instantly sent Anselion flying.
Anselion, who had been so dominant moments ago, instantly became a fragile child in the face of Titan Gravity, driven by the gravity into the park behind the guild building.
Ankh stretched his neck, walked out of the guild, and said coldly, "It's spacious here, enough for me to teach you a lesson."
A trace of blood flowed from Anselion's mouth, and he said excitedly, "That's more like it!"
Everyone in the guild quickly ran out to watch the battle, looking at the two fighting fiercely, full of questions.
Ankh had just told them not to fight, so why was he fighting himself in the blink of an eye?
Natsu shouted indignantly, "Unfair! Why is Ankh the only one with an opponent!"
Mirajane looked at Anselion, who was constantly waving Shadow Stream, with surprise and uncertainty: "This person's strength is indeed very strong; he can last so long under Ankh."
Levy nodded, saying with some worry, "Anselion's shadow magic is best for prolonged battles. The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it is for Ankh..."
"According to intelligence, that special magic not only restricts the opponent's movements and materializes, but it can also create companions like puppets."
Just as she said this, Anselion, who was constantly maneuvering with Shadow Stream on the battlefield, had an evil light ignite in his eyes.
Anselion suddenly reached out and slapped the ground, black magic power continuously flowing into the earth.
From the huge dark shadow, a deep, dark vortex black hole gradually formed, and dozens of figures slowly crawled out of it.
These "people" were entirely black, tall like giants, and indeed all shadow puppets created from shadows!
Anselion wiggled his finger and commanded, "Little ones, attack!"
The shadows heard Anselion's command, found Ankh's position, aimed their hollow eyes at Ankh, raised their huge fists, and slammed them down hard on his head.
But such clumsy movements were nothing to Ankh; he merely stepped aside, and the shadows' attacks missed.
However, the force from the fists was extraordinary. The powerful impact dispersed across the ground, and cracks immediately spread outwards from that center.
They had great strength, but physical attacks were ineffective against Ankh.
Facing the renewed attack, Ankh casually extended a finger, and Titan Gravity Magic was activated.
Several shadows, vigorously swinging their fists, had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation.
The direction of the force they applied was instantly changed by the magic. The obedient shadow puppets were directly counter-attacked by their own fists, crashing into each other, and soon fell to the ground.
After a while, the tall bodies of these shadow puppets turned into a black mist and were absorbed by the shadow black hole on the ground.
"Ankh!"
Just as everyone thought it was resolved, a startled cry suddenly came from the guild.
Ankh looked back and saw Anselion tightly clutching Levy's neck with his left hand, while his right hand, shaped like a gun, was pressed against her temple.
Levy, being choked, couldn't help but show a frightened expression, looking at her companions and saying apologetically in a low voice:
"I'm sorry... everyone, I didn't expect his magic could also travel through shadows..."
Anselion ignored Levy's disheartened voice and smiled at Ankh:
"You lost, Ankh."
Hiss... Are you sure?
Ankh couldn't help but reach out, but suddenly remembering his plan with the Master, he silently pulled his eager hand back.
Anselion triumphantly gripped Levy's fair, delicate neck, but after a moment, he suddenly released her and smiled at Ankh:
"Alright, since I won, I won't stay here with you. Farewell."