The Sky Fell and the Earth Split

Boom!!

With a series of thunderous explosions, Bluenote, caught off guard, was punched hard in the nose by Laxus, sending him flying.

He truly hadn't expected that these two little brats, who were as weak as chicks, would dare to attack him!

However, Bluenote was not harmed at all. Even Laxus's full-force attack only knocked him away and could not penetrate his enormous magical power.

Bluenote tumbled through the air and landed steadily on the ground, still staring coldly at Eleven and Laxus with his emotionless eyes.

"Let's attack together!"

Even seeing that Bluenote was completely unharmed by Laxus's attack, Eleven charged forward almost without hesitation!

This isn't an S-rank exam, and the person opposite me isn't Gildarts. From the very beginning, there was no option to run away; not even one person could escape.

Facing an opponent of this caliber, no amount of trickery will work. Eleven and his group only have two options: either fight Bluenote head-on or be killed on the spot. There is no third way.

"Divine Telekinesis Spear!"

Having finally managed to buy himself a sliver of hope by taking advantage of his bickering with Laxus, Eleven was naturally going all out. His eyes shone with a pale blue light, and his immense Telekinesis was instantly compressed and twisted, forming a spiral spear in the sky that pierced through the atmosphere and aimed at Bluenote the moment he landed!

"That's not enough! You two can't take off yet!"

However, faced with Eleven's attack, Bluenote merely murmured softly, then calmly raised his hands, and his magical power suddenly erupted.

In that instant, space seemed to freeze, all gravity disappeared, and even the movement of objects slowed down, as if one were in the void of space.

"Fall!"

Boom!!

The vanished gravity suddenly returned, but it was amplified hundreds or thousands of times. The immense gravity made the air viscous, and large areas of the ground began to collapse and sink.

The moment Eleven's Telekinesis spear made contact with this gravity, it was instantly twisted and crushed into nothingness.

Unable to resist, every cell in the body is suppressed under such gravity, and survival has become a luxury.

It was only at this moment that Eleven and Laxus truly realized the chasm between themselves and the top-tier mages, and the sense of superiority they had cultivated in terms of combat power vanished completely. This experience, gained on the verge of death, was far more profound than Gildarts's teachings.

"Stop right now!"

Just as Eleven and Laxus's consciousness began to fade, an old and deep voice rushed in from afar.

Immediately afterward, a colossal figure crashed to the ground with a deafening roar. Even under such terrifying gravity, the massive body remained completely unaffected, its mountain-sized fist, carrying a monstrous shockwave, slamming down towards Bluenote, who was standing there.

The newcomer was none other than Makarov, who had transformed into his giant form. He had finally arrived before Eleven and the others were completely killed!

Boom!!

Makarov's enraged strike was incredibly powerful. The earth's fault lines, originally created by Bluenote's gravity, were largely shattered by Makarov's giant punch. The shockwave from this punch spread outwards in an exaggerated manner, gradually subsiding only after stretching for hundreds of meters, leaving a scar on the ground resembling a meteorite impact.

At this moment, gravity in the sky finally disappeared, and Eleven and Laxus regained their freedom.

"Old" Eleven was about to call Makarov "Sir" when he saw him, but then he remembered his current position and immediately changed his address. "Lord Makarov, thank you for saving me!"

Laxus, lying beside Eleven, was stunned. He truly hadn't expected that Eleven, having just escaped death, would already be considering concealing his identity. Just how fast was his mind?

"Eleven, Laxus, you two get out of here right now!" Just then, Makarov suddenly connected to their Telepathy channel, saying nothing more than telling them to leave immediately.

Eleven glanced deeply at Makarov's tall back, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded vigorously. He wasn't some hot-blooded fool; he had just experienced firsthand that this level of combat was beyond their capabilities.

Although they didn't know why the old man was here, listening to him was definitely the right thing to do. All they could do now was quickly leave the battlefield and avoid causing the old man any more trouble.

Laxus stared at Makarov's retreating figure, his expression conflicted, sometimes frowning, sometimes contorted with rage. He was unwilling to accept his weakness, unwilling to be protected by the old man like this.

Eleven glanced at Laxus's idiotic expression and couldn't help but call out, "Lalako, stop spacing out! Let's go, we have other things to do!"

Laxus's expression struggled for a moment, then he gave Makarov a deep look before stamping his foot and running off into the distance with Eleven.

Makarov glanced in the direction the two rascals had left, and seeing no apparent danger, he ignored them and turned his attention back to Bluenote.

Bluenote was at the very center of the attack, his arms crossed in front of his face, half of his body buried in the ground, his clothes tattered. Even a mage of Bluenote's caliber couldn't guarantee he would escape unscathed from Makarov's punch, which was like a meteorite strike.

With a whoosh, Makarov's body shrank rapidly as if deflated, transforming back into the image of a little old man, standing with his hands behind his back on a high place, looking down at Bluenote in the "crater".

"It's over. Leave this battlefield. We have no reason to fight." Makarov said solemnly.

However, Bluenote in the pit showed no appreciation whatsoever, staring at Makarov above with an excited look in his eyes.

"Makarov Dreyar, ranked fifth among the Ten Wizard Saints! Hahaha, you seem poised for takeoff!"

The viscous, purplish-black magic erupted with a roar, shooting straight into the sky and colliding fiercely with Makarov's golden magic, forming two distinct celestial rivers.

The collision of Ten Wizard Saints magic was like a thunderbolt striking a volcano, causing a resonance between heaven and earth. The once clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring. The earth beneath their feet trembled in fear of this magic, rippling like the surface of water.

At this moment, the heavens and earth collapsed!

"Boy, you possess such magic at such a young age, why don't you walk the right path?" Makarov asked Bluenote with a righteous expression, a ball of light gathering at his fingertips.

However, at this moment, the old man felt like he was being trampled by a thousand alpacas. He didn't want to fight! Especially not with a young man at the Ten Wizard Saints level. Just thinking about it made him feel like it was going to be a huge hassle!

Laxus and Eleven, those two little bastards, had already run far away. Makarov was also starting to think about how to slip away without losing face.

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