The Second Day of the Grand Magic Games

In the end, Natsu finished sixth, Gajeel seventh, Sting eighth.

The three men collapsed one after another in front of the finish line, panting heavily, their faces pressed against the ground, unable to move.

This infuriated all the audience members, who stomped their feet loudly on their seats.

The gambling tickets were crumpled into a ball; some people tore them up, others threw them into the air, and scraps of paper fluttered down to the ground.

Some spectators even climbed onto the rooftop and used their hands and feet to vault over the railings.

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

"I need to verify the license plate!"

On the commentary stage.

"Cool! Cool! Dragon Slayers are so cool!"

Jason was so excited that he jumped up from his chair, raised his arms high, and his face was flushed with excitement, completely ignoring the expressions of his two colleagues next to him.

"It seems that the Lost Magic Dragon Slayer Magic has some minor side effects."

Yajima took a sip of tea, bringing the cup to his lips, his tone unhurried, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"The first match of the day is over, and next up are the 1v1 duels!"

Chapati wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; he had already rubbed his forehead with his handkerchief countless times.

Riyao slapped his forehead, then pressed his palm against his head and leaned back in his chair.

I forgot to ask old Toma to manipulate the game.

Chapati's voice rang out, echoing throughout the arena from the loudspeaker.

"Today's first 1v1 match is between... Mirajane from Fairy Tail Elite Team and Jenny from Blue Pegasus!"

Riyao pulled out his light sticks, holding one in each hand, and with two snaps, the sticks lit up.

Go Mira!

Mirajane stood in the center of the arena, facing Jenny.

The two stood face to face, no more than ten steps apart, the wind ruffling their hair.

Jenny smiled at the audience, a beautiful curve forming at the corners of her mouth, and waved towards the stands, eliciting cheers.

She turned to look at Mirajane, her eyes conveying a sense of negotiation.

"How about we change the form of our duel?"

"In what way?"

"You were the previous weekly magazine girl, and I'm the current one. How about we have a photo shoot showdown?"

"Don't want."

"Huh?"

Jenny was stunned by Mirajane's answer. Her mouth was agape, her eyelids twitched, and all the prepared lines got stuck in her throat.

Mirajane spread his hands, palms up, and shrugged his shoulders.

"My son, Riyao, will be jealous."

After she finished speaking, she looked in the direction of Riyao, put two fingers to her lips, and then flicked them out, giving him a flying kiss.

Riyao waved his light stick even more energetically, swinging his arm rapidly, the light stick drawing colorful arcs in the air.

I love you, Mira!

Jenny pouted, her lips turned down, and she looked unhappy.

She looked towards her guild, her eyes fixed on the sound.

His gaze pierced straight ahead, his pupils filled with emotion.

His eyes seemed to be saying something.

Look at them, then look at yourself.

Hibiki immediately took out his light stick and compared it with Riyao's.

"Jenny! Jenny!"

"Mira! Mira!"

[Full Body Absorption - Satan Soul]

Mirajane completed the full absorption, magic exploded from within her body, and her form transformed in a burst of light.

She grinned.

"Alright, let's have a good, satisfying battle."

Jenny blinked, her eyelashes fluttering twice, and she unconsciously took a half-step back.

"If a photo shoot showdown doesn't work, let's try something else..."

Mirajane threw a punch, the sound of the fist cutting through the air, interrupting her speech.

The force of the punch swept across Jenny's cheek, causing her hair to flutter backward.

Jenny quickly accepted it, crossing her arms in front of her.

[Full Body Reception - Mechanical Soul]

Metal armor emerged from beneath the skin, covering the entire body, with clicking mechanical sounds emanating from the joints.

She raised her hand to block Mirajane's continuous attacks, her fist slamming into the metal armor with a series of dull thuds.

Punch after punch, each punch harder than the last.

"It's so heavy, I can barely feel my arms anymore."

Jenny gritted her teeth, forcing out the words through clenched teeth, and small cracks had already appeared on the metal armor.

[Soul of the Machines - Floating Cannons]

Boom boom boom...

Mirajane instantly retreated, sparks flying from the ground beneath her feet, her figure weaving through the flames of the explosion to evade the blast.

Several craters were blasted into the ground, and debris flew everywhere.

[Soul of the Machine - Tracking Missile]

More than a dozen cannon barrels appeared behind Jenny, metal tubes protruding from her shoulder blades, all the dark muzzles aimed at Mirajane.

Numerous small missiles shot out, trailing white smoke, drawing dense trajectories in the air.

Rumble.

Buzz~

The moment the missile exploded, flames engulfed half the area.

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, Mirajane vanished from the spot, leaving only a fleeting afterimage swallowed by the flames.

Jenny was punched into the wall, her body crashing into the stone, creating a large crater in the wall, with cracks spreading outwards from the point of impact.

Gravel fell with a clatter, and dust filled the air.

"Ouch. Can't we use a different aesthetic comparison?"

Jenny's voice came from inside the wall, muffled and choked with sobs.

"No, that won't work."

Mirajane appeared in front of Jenny, her figure swaying as she landed silently. She looked down at Jenny, who was embedded in the wall, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Jenny quickly raised her hands, pulled them out of the wall, held them above her head with her palms facing outwards, and shook them vigorously.

"I give up, I'm not playing anymore, sob sob sob..."

"Hey, I only punched you once, let's fight a little longer."

"No, no, I refuse."

Mirajane reluctantly withdrew her fist, the magic receded from her body, and the form of the Satan Soul dissipated, returning her to her usual appearance.

Jenny crawled out of the nearly meter-deep crack in the wall, bracing herself with her hands on the rubble, inching her way out, her clothes covered in lime.

She glanced back at the crack, her eyes welling up with tears; she was about to cry.

This is just a fist.

If I unleash my attack, my life will be in danger.

They don't know their own strength.

Mirajane seemed to read her mind, put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Don't worry, Riyao is right there. If you get hurt accidentally, he can save you immediately."

"Thanks, but I think it's okay if I don't."

Jenny held her lower back and waved her hand, her other hand on her waist, walking with a limp.

The commentator Chapati, wiped his sweat and ran a handkerchief around his forehead.

"Wow! I didn't expect this duel to end so quickly! It's a pity we didn't get to see their articles as weekly magazine girls..."

He was sweating even more, beads of sweat trickling down his temples.

I felt like I was being watched by some terrifying being; a chill ran down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Ahem, let's move on to the next 1v1 match! Fairy Tail's Erza vs. Quatro Cerberus 'Bacchus!"

Riyao raised an eyebrow, his brow snapping upwards, a thought flashing through his mind.

That's right, without Elfman's substitute, the Black-faced Knight didn't mistake him for someone else.

Erza jumped off the stands, her feet landing lightly on the ground, her knees slightly bent, and her armor made a soft clatter.

She summoned Edgeless, and the sword materialized from the void, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Bacchus sat on the ground and yawned, his mouth wide open. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and ran his fingers through his hair with the other, leaving it a mess.

"I drank too much last night, I feel awful."

"Come on, the more you drink, the stronger you become."

Erza wielded Edgeless and slashed at Bacchus, the blade whistling as it fell.

With a deft turn, Bacchus sidestepped, the blade grazing his clothes without harming a single hair.

He dodged Erza's attack with fluid movements and light steps, defusing the attack with a couple of swaying motions.

Erza her sword faster and faster, the light of her blade crisscrossing in the air, one strike after another, the rhythm growing ever more intense.

As Bacchus dodged, he raised both hands, catching and deflecting the sword. His palms rested on the spine of the blade, and with a twist of his wrists, he redirected the force to the side.

The attack was completely neutralized; Erza's sword strikes landed on empty air, their force completely dissipated.

This move made Riyao's eyes light up, a glint flashing in his pupils, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.

Which boy wouldn't be confused after seeing this?

Mirajane stood beside Riyao, laughing at his appearance, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes curving into two arcs.

"Haven't you learned something these past three months?"

"This Drunken Fist style looks cooler, although my Tai Chi is pretty good too."

Riyao withdrew his gaze, leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and curled the corners of his mouth up.