Second Origin

Actually, this isn't Laxus's fault for not understanding the magic of Real Illusion. The foundation of this magic lies in dividing one's own Spiritual Power and imbuing the illusion with that Spiritual Power, giving it substance and personality.

Therefore, the intensity of the illusory clones produced by dividing Spiritual Power into dozens of parts versus dividing it into three or four parts is naturally quite different.

The illusion that Laxus had just defeated possessed almost a quarter of Eleven strength, which was quite formidable. Furthermore, since Laxus hadn't fought Eleven for a year, his assessment of its power was naturally flawed, mistaking that clone for the real Elivin.

It's fair to say that Eleven used every trick in the book to deal with Laxus. He was willing to pull out all the stops, and every battle with Laxus felt like a shining moment where Eleven's intelligence reigned supreme.

"Hehehe, Laxus, let's have a fair fight!" The three Eleven made a shameless declaration, their eyes flashing with a dark light, and three beams of Telekinesis rushed towards Laxus.

At this moment, Laxus was truly powerless. He jumped back in an attempt to dodge the attack, but just as he dodged one Telekinesis, another Telekinesis grabbed his legs, instantly rendering him unable to move.

Three strands of Telekinesis, each with a different function, work together. One strand is responsible for restricting Laxus's freedom of movement, while the other two are responsible for unleashing a barrage of attacks.

Since the clones created by the Real Illusion are all conscious beings, their coordination is exceptionally smooth. This is far more powerful than multitasking, so there's no need to worry about insufficient Spiritual Power.

Laxus barely had a chance to struggle before being brutally beaten to the ground by Eleven. First, Erza and the other two had drained a large amount of her mana, and then she had been entangled with Eleven's clone for so long that Laxus mana was now almost completely depleted.

Eleven had probably already realized that Laxus was nearing the end of his life and was planning to finish things off, since he didn't really intend to kill Laxus.

The three Eleven stood side by side, exchanged glances, and all revealed a hint of sadistic excitement.

The direction of the Telekinesis attack changed, and the three Telekinesis plunged into the ground with a whoosh, immediately causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble violently.

A glint of malice flashed in Eleven's eyes, his brow furrowed, and he instantly exerted his strength, forcefully lifting up an entire section of ground within a hundred meters in front of him.

Laxus didn't even have time to react before he was slammed down by the ground that suddenly tilted beneath his feet.

Last time, Laxus was sent underground by Eleven during the S-rank assessment. This time, Eleven is going to do the same thing again. With his sadistic spirit going out, Eleven can't wait to see Laxus explode with anger.

"Hahaha, Laxus, rest in peace."

Rumble

Giant trees toppled, the earth ripped apart, and Laxus lay bewildered at the bottom of the crater, watching the massive amounts of earth fall from the sky, countless mythical beasts racing through his mind.

"Eleven, I'll fuck your ancestors!" Laxus's roar was buried in the dirt before it could even be fully uttered.

"Very good, that's it for today."

Eleven looked at the ground, now smooth again, and snapped his fingers triumphantly. The other two illusory clones were also instantly dispelled by Eleven, and the fragmented Spiritual Power returned to Eleven's main body.

Eleven swayed slightly, shaking his head vigorously to steady himself. The consumption of Spiritual Power was actually not significant, as the divided Spiritual Power could be recovered, so there was no real depletion.

However, Eleven's haphazard cutting of his Spiritual Power would eventually take its toll. At this moment, he felt a series of stinging pains deep within his Spiritual Power, like a muscle strain. Constantly cutting his Spiritual Power would also cause damage.

At this moment, Makarov also appeared out of nowhere, seemingly unnoticed. Sensing that the battle here was over, he naturally wouldn't hold back any longer.

First, Makarov glanced at the smooth ground where Laxus was buried, then at the smug Eleven. Even Makarov was speechless. These two were adults, yet they were still playing in the mud like little kids.

Ignoring his grandson who had been buried alive, Makarov was more concerned about the three little girls who had been electrocuted unconscious by Laxus. Laxus was tough and wouldn't die anytime soon, but the girls needed to be treated quickly; it wouldn't be good if they were left with scars.

When Eleven saw Makarov, he suddenly remembered that it was still during the S-rank assessment, and he had gotten a little carried away with the fight.

But it seems all the test takers have been eliminated, what should we do?

Eleven glanced awkwardly at Makarov, but the old man didn't want to pay him any attention. He was waking up Erza and the other two and then carefully tending to their injuries.

Eleven scratched his head, feeling both embarrassed and a little smug. He really lived up to his reputation; he'd knocked out the candidate on his first try as an examiner. Impressive!

Clearly, Eleven didn't quite understand what the relationship between examiners and candidates should be.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

A massive surge of magical power suddenly erupted from beneath Eleven's feet Eleven's expression changed, and he leaped backward. He recognized the source of the magic—it was Laxus's magic. However, this magical power astonished Eleven; it was completely comparable to Laxus's power at its peak. Could Laxus still possess so much magical power?

Just as Eleven dodged, the spot where he had been standing was engulfed by a bolt of lightning from below. The lightning melted and burned a large hole in the ground, and Laxus, covered in lightning, burst out of the hole.

"This is... the Second Origin." Makarov looked at Laxus with surprise in his eyes, not expecting his grandson to have mastered such an ability at such a young age.

Although research on the second Second Origin has yielded no concrete results and the official authorities have never acknowledged its existence, it is not something profound or mysterious to a mage of Makarov's caliber; it is essentially common knowledge.

"What is the Second Origin?" Erza and the other two in front of Makarov were also drawn to Makarov's words and couldn't help but ask.

Even Eleven was equally curious. What kind of cheat code was this? One second Laxus was like a dead dog, and the next he was suddenly resurrected with full health and strength. It was just too unbelievable!

Eleven glanced up at Laxus in mid-air, saw his furious eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Hey bro, let me explain. My burying you alive just now was a misunderstanding.