Cana Gets Her Hands on Super Magic

The blue flames suddenly surged.

The flames surged within Natsu's body, swallowing the black flames whole and then enveloping the orange dragon flames as well.

The three flames mingled together. The black and red flames were originally incompatible, but the blue flame stirred them in the middle, managing to knead them into a single mass.

Natsu suddenly opened his eyes.

His magic surged outwards like a floodgate had been opened, causing the surrounding air to visibly distort and the temperature to rise steadily.

The grass beneath my feet began to smoke, and a few withered leaves turned to ash before they could even fall.

The Dragon Force has been activated.

Large dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin, spreading from his arms to his shoulders and then climbing up half of his cheek.

The red scales gleamed with a metallic sheen, their edges slightly upturned, covering the skin like armor.

Natsu burped, and a small ball of blue flame shot out of his mouth.

He rubbed his stomach.

I'm a little full.

Bang!

The ground beneath Natsu's feet shattered with a deafening roar, and he transformed into a blur as he charged straight toward Zancrow.

A trail of crushed pebbles and charred footprints was left behind.

"What divine fire? It's all fake!"

He rushed up to Zancrow and punched him.

"It's not even as good as the Azure Flame of the Riyao!"

It's mild and non-irritating; everyone who's tried it raves about it.

The flames on Natsu's body had completely turned blue, and even the tips of his hair were glowing blue.

From a distance, the person looked like a human-shaped blue flame, but upon closer inspection, the edges of the flame were interspersed with wisps of orange and black, indicating that the two flames had not yet been completely digested.

When Zancrow saw Natsu's expression, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

This bastard was just rolling on the ground from being burned by him, but now he's standing in front of him with a "I'm full" expression on his face.

Moreover, it was a mixed flame infused with his divine fire, which made him feel even worse than being slapped in the face.

"Inferior Dragon Slayer!"

Zancrow's forehead veins bulged, and his voice cracked.

"How dare you devour the divine fire! Die!"

They both moved at the same time.

Natsu's fist was ablaze with blue flames, while Zancrow's arm was writhing with black flames.

The two flames collided in mid-air, creating a wave of heat that sent the surrounding trees swaying wildly.

[Fire Dragon's Iron Fist]

Natsu's right arm was covered in dragon scales, each one shimmering.

He swung his fist, the blue flames on it more intense than ever before, extending from his fist to his shoulder, making his entire arm look like a heavy weapon enveloped in blue flames.

The punch landed, creating a loud popping sound in the air.

Zancrow dodged to the side, Natsu's punch slammed into the ground, creating a charred crater.

[Fire God's Scythe]

Zancrow flicked his hands, unleashing a black flame from each hand. The two flames stretched and deformed, instantly solidifying into two giant scythes.

The scythe blade was jet black and gleaming, with scorching heat swirling around its edges, as it slashed towards Natsu's waist in a crisscross pattern.

[The Fire Dragon's Claw]

Natsu neither dodged nor evaded, but spun around in place and swept his fiery leg out horizontally.

Qingyan traced an arc in the air, his heel striking precisely at the intersection of the two black flame scythes.

Click!

The giant scythe was torn apart, and fragments of black flame scattered everywhere, burning small holes in the ground.

Zancrow's lips curled into a smile.

[Fire God's Bellow]

The scattered fragments of black flame did not disappear; instead, they seemed to come alive, surging towards Natsu from all directions.

Black flames enveloped him, layer upon layer, relentlessly eroding Natsu's magic and fire.

Every wisp of black flame was greedily gnawing, trying to carve a path through Natsu's body.

Zancrow licked his lips.

His plan was simple: first weaken Natsu, then devour Natsu's current flames to restore himself.

The flames on this guy's body are a mixture of divine fire, dragon flame, and a strange other flame. If you swallow it, your strength will definitely rise to another level.

"Finally..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zancrow's face turned green.

After the blue flame entered his body, it was not absorbed as obediently as he had imagined.

The flames seemed to possess their own consciousness, rampaging through his body, from his internal organs to his meridians and blood vessels, attacking wherever it was most dangerous.

What's worse, the flames are completely indigestible.

Divine fire? Dragon flames? None of them were effective against this azure flame.

As the flames surged wildly within his body, they also managed to turn all the divine fires along the way against their will, leading them to rebel along with his own flames.

"Puff!"

Zancrow knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Blood fell to the ground, still emitting bluish smoke.

His face was deathly pale, and his spirits visibly waned, as if half of his life had been drained away.

On the other hand, consider Natsu.

They get more energetic as the game progresses.

With his superhuman physical abilities and the blessing of the Sacred Tree on Tenrou Island, he's only got a few holes in his clothes after all this fighting.

His face was covered in dust, and there were a few shallow scratches on his arms.

He stretched his shoulders, his knuckles cracking, and a look of eager anticipation spread across his face.

"Can't eat anymore?"

Natsu spread his left hand, and blue flames ignited in his palm.

With a flick of his right hand, orange dragon flame danced at his fingertips.

Left hand: Azure flames; Right hand: Orange flames.

Two flames burned separately in his palms, neither interfering with the other, yet subtly echoing each other.

The cyan is gentle and deep, while the orange is fiery and flamboyant; one on the left and one on the right, they are like two obedient pets.

[Fire Dragon's Brilliant Flame]

Natsu slammed his hands together.

Two enormous fireballs, one blue and one orange, attacked from the left and right sides, respectively, crushing towards Zancrow from two directions.

The fireball trailed a long tail of flame, carving two scorched furrows into the ground.

Zancrow wanted to hide.

But as soon as he stood up, his legs were still weak and the blue flames inside his body had not yet subsided.

He could only watch helplessly as the two fireballs drew ever closer.

Boom!

The two flames collided violently in front of him; the instant the blue and orange clashed, they instantly merged into a larger fireball, engulfing Zancrow.

The shockwave spread out in a ring, uprooting the surrounding trees, tearing up several layers of the ground, and sending rubble and soil flying into the air before falling back down.

The flames died down.

Zancrow lay naked on the ground, his clothes reduced to ashes in the explosion.

His head was completely bald, with no hair or eyebrows left. He looked like a plucked chicken, lying on his back with his eyes rolled back.

It cannot be restarted.

When it comes to playing with fire, the Fire Dragon is definitely the most authoritative.

On the other side.

Mirajane led Cana and Lisanna toward the rendezvous point.

We encountered quite a few henchmen from the Grimoire Heart along the way.

At first, these thugs were incredibly arrogant because they saw that the three girls were women. They shouted vulgar things like "Hey girls, don't run away" and "Surrender obediently," and some of them even whistled.

Now they've all turned to ash, floating in the air.

Mirajane dusted off his hands, his expression remaining unchanged.

As Cana walked, she looked around and suddenly her eyes lit up when she saw a strange place surrounded by vines and tree roots.

"Wait, could that be... the tomb of the First Generation?!"

Lisanna and Mirajane stopped and looked in the direction Cana was looking.

Surrounded by several ancient trees, a small tombstone stands quietly, covered in moss and surrounded by unidentified wildflowers.

Cana rubbed her hands together, a sly smile on her face, and jogged over.

"Since we're already here, we might as well check in. Maybe the president will admit it later."

Mirajane shrugged and didn't stop her.

It's just a short while anyway, so it won't hurt for Cana to pray.

Cana ran to Mavis's grave, clasped her hands together, and bowed three times respectfully, muttering something under her breath.

May I have an endless supply of wine to drink and an endless amount of money to spend.

Lisanna and Mirajane stood behind her, looking at her speechlessly.

Only Cana would make such a wish at the grave of the first chairman.

"And also, may I always win at gambling..."

Before Cana could finish speaking, a ball of light suddenly emerged from the middle of the tombstone.

The sphere of light hovered in mid-air, emitting a soft glow, like a tiny sun.

Strange patterns flowed across the surface of the sphere, shimmering and twinkling, making it look mysterious and beautiful.

"What is this thing?!"

Cana instinctively reached out her hand.

Don't touch it!

Mirajane tried to stop her, but Cana's hand speed was even faster than when she was fighting; her fingers had already touched the orb of light.

"You idiot, how dare you touch everything?"

Mirajane sighed and covered her forehead with her hand.

The light sphere melted into Cana's finger the moment it touched her.

A strange pattern appeared on Cana's arm, stretching from her wrist to her shoulder, shimmering with golden light, like an ancient rune branded onto her skin.

Cana froze, looking down at her arm, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"This is..."

A figure descended from the sky and landed steadily beside Mirajane.

"That's one of our guild's three Super Magic, the fairy's... what was it again?"

Riyao tilted his head, looking like he couldn't remember what he was saying.

Mirajane turned her head, and the change in her expression was truly remarkable.

First came surprise, then worry, and finally, anger.

She stepped forward, reached out and precisely pinched the soft flesh of Riyao's waist, twisting it half a turn.

"You still know to come to me!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Riyao's face contorted in pain, but he didn't dare to flinch. He simply grabbed Mirajane's hand and cheerfully changed the subject.

"Oh, right! The Fairy Glitter!"

"Snort!"

Mirajane turned her head, her long hair whipping across his face.

However, she didn't pull her hand away, letting Riyao hold it.

"I'm just going to give everyone a buff."

As he spoke, Riyao wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

Mirajane glanced at him sideways and twisted her hand another half turn.

"You only remembered me now?"

"You are my final destination! I've given you my best!"

"You're just being cheeky."

Cana was completely oblivious to the flirting between the couple next to her; she stared at the shimmering patterns on her arm, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Fairy Glitter... Super Magic? Me?"

She looked up, her expression slowly shifting from shock to ecstasy, her mouth stretching almost to her ears.

"I got Super Magic! Haha!"

Lisanna stood beside her, looking at the shiny lines on Cana's arm, then at her own bare arm, her eyes practically overflowing with envy.

She pouted and muttered something under her breath.

"I want one too..."

Mirajane patted Lisanna's head.

"Don't worry, our guild's luck always rotates. Today it's her, tomorrow it could be you."

Riyao added from the side.

"Exactly, and speaking of which, if you wish for an endless supply of wine and endless money at the First Generation's grave, the First Generation can even grant you Super Magic. That's quite something."

Cana bowed three more times to the tombstone, this time with much more sincerity.

"First Lord, you're so kind! I'll never make a wish or gamble at your grave again!"