A Head-On Blow

Returning to the battlefield between Gildarts and Macao, surprisingly, the battle, which should have been a clear winner, turned out to be quite exciting.

Although Macao and Wakaba are usually irresponsible, they are not weak, and their magic is quite troublesome.

Wakaba's Smoke Magic, also known as Smoke Molding Magic, can give formless smoke the power of a physical attack. It can change shape at will, making it quite troublesome.

Macao's Purple Flare are no ordinary flames; they are not only extremely hot but also exceptionally viscous, making them very difficult to extinguish once they touch a target. Moreover, unlike Natsu, who is a reckless fire-breathing idiot, Macao has an extremely high degree of control over flames, to the point that he can even use flames to replace his hands, making him unpredictable and mysterious.

Looking at Gildarts' side

"Gildarts, are you blind? That flame almost burned me! Couldn't you have dodged?"

"Gildarts, I think you should hide this way!"

"Gildarts, aren't you tired? If you are, just admit defeat!"

"Gildarts, you need to trim your nose hairs."

"Gildarts"

"Gil"

Countless little Elevens were seen Lala at Gildarts, chattering and fighting together. However, Gildarts was fighting the enemy, while the Elevens were fighting Gildarts.

What should have been an easy battle became exceptionally difficult thanks to Eleven's "assistance".

Can you imagine what it would be like if, while you're facing a barrage of fierce magical attacks, a tiny creature suddenly rustled into your ear and whispered in a gentle voice, "Time to clean your earwax"?

Gildarts can tell you, it's worse than death!

He never imagined that Eleven could be so despicable! He used to be such an innocent and adorable good kid, who corrupted him?

Macao and Wakaba on the opposite side were also pleasantly surprised. They had no idea how much effort Eleven had put in, and they took all the credit for themselves, their noses practically pointing to the sky with pride.

Look at us, the two of us old buddies, we overpowered the strongest in the guild, and made Gildarts run around in a panic, jumping up and down. This achievement, if you embellish it a bit, is something we can brag about for a lifetime!

No, if I defeat Gildarts here, wouldn't I be the strongest in the guild? Then I wouldn't need to brag anymore!

The guild's strongest— Macao (Wakaba)!

Hmm, that sounds really cool!

Macao and Wakaba indulged in a brief moment of wishful thinking about a bright future, and their spirits immediately swelled. Even Gildarts in front of them no longer seemed so tall and imposing, as if the throne of the guild's strongest was already in their grasp.

"Hahaha, Gildarts, watch out, I'm about to unleash my full power! Behold my greatest might— Purple Flare Rainstorm!"

"Macao, don't even think about stealing my thunder! Behold my ultimate power— Smoke Attack!"

Macao and Wakaba both uttered wild words and unleashed their full magical power.

Upon hearing the loud shouts from the other side, Gildarts didn't react much, but the group of little Eleven on his body went wild.

"Waaaaah, Gildarts, did you hear that? Maximum power!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! You'll get killed!"

"Dodge to the right!"

"No, no, no, the left side is better!"

"Why don't you just use your head to block the damage! I think your forehead is good enough!"

"Yes, you have to believe in yourself!"

"Protect me! Cover me! Cover me!"

The key point is that Eleven not only physically Lala and shouts nonsense, but what's worse, he also uses Telepathy to connect with Gildarts's mental world. Sound pollution isn't enough; he also wants to cause mental pollution.

A barrage of incoherent curses exploded in Gildarts's mind, momentarily disorienting him and rendering him unable to maintain his composure. His long-suppressed frustration finally erupted.

"Shut up! Get the hell out of here!"

Enraged, Gildarts roared and waved his hand, instantly converging countless miniature Eleven. With a bang, they transformed back into normal-sized Eleven, and the Crush Magic was finally dispelled!

"Hey-hey!"

The suddenly restored Eleven appeared extremely close to Gildarts, almost face to face. He grinned at Gildarts, a smug look on his face, and his eyes suddenly flashed with blue light!

"Oh no!"

Gildarts finally realized what was happening, but it seemed too late. A blood-red tornado instantly formed just past his nose, seemingly containing countless Telekinesis blades. The fierce wind pressure sent sand and stones flying, and powerful shockwaves spread outwards like a tide.

"Divine Telekinesis Secret Art - Purgatory Tornado!" Eleven twisted his body in the air and roared loudly.

The incredibly close distance left Gildarts no time to think; he instinctively threw a punch. No matter how powerful he was, he wouldn't want to be hit in the face by something that looked so terrifying.

However, Gildarts's punch, which came after Gildarts's attack, struck thin air, without hitting any solid object. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the tornado in front of him didn't seem so real; it had actually been distorted by his punch.

"Is this an illusion?"

"Dragon Slayer Secret Art - Narumikazuchi!"

Just as Gildarts realized he had fallen into a trap, Laxus teleported directly above him, his body covered in lightning, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his hands shaped like dragon claws, his palms brimming with raging dragon-slaying magic. Golden lightning exploded with a deafening roar, crashing down on Gildarts' head with earth-shattering force!

This is Laxus's strongest killing move, his own unique Dragon Slayer Secret Art — Narumikazuchi.

Gildarts, who was being attacked, was about to turn around and fight back when he suddenly found that his body was bound by an unseen force— Eleven's Telekinesis binding!

Because of this momentary delay, Laxus's attack was already upon him, causing Gildarts to lose the best opportunity to defend himself. Helpless, he could only ram his head against the wall to test the sturdiness of his forehead.

All of this happened in the blink of Electric Light eye. Just then, Macao and Wakaba's attacks landed with a bang, further increasing the pressure on Gildarts's forehead.

Seeing that the situation was unfolding exactly as he had planned, a smile appeared on Eleven's lips. It had to be said that his cooperation with Laxus was flawless.

Laxus's attack was planned by Eleven long ago, timed precisely the instant he returned to his original form. It must be admitted that Dragon Slayer Magic is indeed incredibly powerful; in terms of sheer burst power and destructive force, Eleven's Telekinesis are far superior.

The attack was left to Laxus; Eleven's job was simply to create openings for Laxus to attack. He was just a Spiritual Power; he didn't know anything about magic. That Purgatory Storm was just to distract Gildarts; how could he possibly have such a childish move?

However, although the core tornado was just an illusion, the wind pressure was real, and the power contained in the attack was also real, because Eleven was also preparing a real attack; he wouldn't let Gildarts be idle.

"Giant's Fist!"