The Three of Us Are So Strong
Everyone in the arena felt a sudden heat; the air was dry and scorching.
Lyon frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He stared at the black sun on the screen, his lips moving slightly.
"Black, is this also a type of God Slayer Magic?"
The Sabertooth has the same question.
Sting crossed his arms and tapped his fingers on his arms.
Black is basically the symbol of God Slayer Magic.
But Mirajane's Satan Soul Take Over Magic, and the black color must come from demonic power.
The two shades of black are mixed together and indistinguishable.
Orga felt the dark sun growing stronger, his hair standing on end, and his magical perception being completely suppressed.
He gritted his teeth.
Thunder God's Charged Particle Cannon
Black lightning coiled around his forearm, crackling and exploding with electricity, causing his muscles to twitch.
Gathering strength.
The black lightning grew thicker and denser.
A massive torrent of black lightning was unleashed, the beam of light tearing through the air as it hurtled towards Mirajane.
The ground was burned with charred, blackened grooves.
Black Ray was still two meters away from Mirajane when he was sucked into the dark sun. The torrent abruptly changed direction and disappeared into the sphere.
The sphere churned, emitted a wisp of black smoke, and then returned to calm.
Orga opened his mouth.
"What?"
That last strike was delivered with all my might; my arm is still numb.
The audience erupted in cheers.
The commentator Chapati, took off his wig and used it as a fan to fan himself. His bald head was covered in sweat, which shone brightly under the lights.
"This is incredible! It can actually absorb the opponent's attacks, even God Slayer Magic!"
Jura raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"This is also a type of earth-attribute magic, isn't it? Let me test its quality."
[The Rumbling Mt. Fuji]
The surrounding rocks and soil trembled violently, cracks appeared in the ground, and rubble flew out from the cracks, hovering in the air.
The entire Pandemonium shook.
Gathering, resonating, igniting.
A blinding white light shot into the sky, but instead of attacking Mirajane, it pointed directly at the Pitch-Black Sun.
A beam of light pierced through the entire Pandemonium, blinding everyone.
"Fall."
Mirajane's ethereal voice rang out, a single word, light and airy.
The Pitch-Black Sun, no longer alluring, slowly descended, and with each inch it fell, the air grew heavier.
The dark flames contracted, compressing the energy to its limit.
The pitch-black sun collided with the soaring white light.
Boom!!
The sound made the ears of the people in the audience ring; some covered their ears, while others were thrown backward by the shockwave.
The Pandemonium trembled, developed large cracks, and partially collapsed.
The dome cracked open, and rubble rained down.
The walls collapsed, and the pillars broke.
Millianna was blasted out of the Pandemonium, her body tumbling several times in the air.
"Meow!"
When it landed, its face hit the ground first, its butt sticking up high, and its legs kicked twice in the air.
The monsters in the main hall were completely annihilated by the shockwave, crushed into specks of light.
The numbers on the leaderboard were jumping wildly, and Fairy Tail's score was soaring.
Mirajane's lips curled into a wide smile, his breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
She rushed towards the secondary hall, pushed off with her foot, creating a crater in the ground, and vanished in a blur.
With a slash of claws, the monsters fell to the ground, and the score numbers jumped rapidly.
Jura shook his head, rubbed his bald head, and sighed.
These young people are all more twisted than the last.
He also began to steal prey, raising earthen walls to trap the monsters, smashing their skulls one by one with a single punch.
Orga pursed his lips, biting them until they turned white.
With these two women working together, no matter how much I pester them, I won't even get any points.
The magic hadn't worn off yet; my arm was still numb.
He also began to steal monsters, and lightning shot from his fingertips, piercing through the monsters' skulls.
Efficiency is the only concern; grab whatever you can.
The four raced faster, lightning, earthen walls, claws, and flying swords flying all at once, accompanied by the mournful howls of the monsters.
In a short time, only one little monster remained, huddled in a corner, trembling, its beady green eyes darting left and right, its four legs curled up, its whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Mirajane and Erza stood together, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously smiled.
No words are needed; a single glance suffices.
They all launched an attack on Orga.
"Hello!"
Orga's pupils contracted, and before he could finish speaking, the attack had already arrived.
[Thunder God Armor]
Erza donned the Thunder God Armor, which covered her entire body, with golden lightning crackling around her.
Holding Edgeless, he delivered an upward slash, the tip of the knife striking Orga precisely in the chin.
With a snap, Orga was launched into the air, his body spinning and his arms flailing wildly.
"Mira!"
Mirajane clasped his hands together, and black flames erupted from his palms, gathering and compressing between them.
Flames rolled and roared, burning the palms red.
"They're here!"
[Ink Flame Heaven-Burning Kill]
A torrent of pitch-black flames shot into the sky and struck Orga in mid-air.
Flames engulfed him, piercing through several layers of walls, bursting through the outer walls of the palace, and sending him flying out.
Orga slammed into the chains, his back hitting the iron chains with a dull metallic clang.
Then he fell, crashing heavily onto the arena floor, creating a shallow, human-shaped crater, raising dust that buried half of him.
He lay in the pit, limbs outstretched, eyes rolled back, and smoke rising from the corner of his mouth.
Jura rubbed his bald head, a wry smile on his face.
He glanced at Orga in the pit, then at the two people in the Pandemonium, and his lips twitched.
"I'll go down myself."
To avoid getting knocked away too, at least I can save face.
With that, he jumped down, landing steadily on the arena, his knees slightly bent to absorb the impact.
The landing was clean and efficient, much more dignified Orga's.
He just left.
A purple magic circle appeared around the last little nose, and the patterns unfolded under its feet, rotating in circles.
The body underwent a dramatic change; muscles expanded, bones lengthened, and cracking sounds were heard.
Its size swelled from a fist to the height of a three-story building, its skin was deep purple, its fangs protruded, and its saliva dripped onto the ground, hissing and corroding small pits.
The Pandemonium began to be reassembled and pieced together; the walls flipped over, and rubble flew up and re-embedded into the walls.
Amidst the clicking and clattering of machinery, the internal structure continuously changed.
It forms a huge arena with a flat ground, surrounded by stone pillars, and sunlight shines down from the dome.
The last S-Class monster landed in the center of the arena, roaring to the sky. The roar shook the walls, causing dust to fall. Its claws slammed into the ground, cracking it open.
Mirajane and Erza charged towards the S-Class monster side by side, their speed almost synchronized.
Commentator Chapati a passionate commentary, leaning forward so much that his face was almost touching the screen.
"Wow! The two Valkyries from Fairy Tail possess both stunning beauty and incredible strength—they're so cool!"
S-Class monsters are enormous and slow-moving; their claws slam down, creating deep craters.
Unable to catch the two, the two weaved through the gaps in the attack, shifting to the side, ducking, and jumping back, brushing past the edge of the claws.
Erza to her Black Wing Armor, wielding two swords.
With a single slash, the S-Class monster's arm was severed at the root.
The severed arm slammed to the ground, gushing purple blood that splattered everywhere.
Under Riyao's instigation, Mirajane's lips curled into a dangerous smile.
[The Pitch-Black Sun - Revised]
A black sphere, the size of a fist, appeared in his palm, with intense flames churning wildly inside.
The surface temperature was so high that the air hissed.
Mirajane appeared instantly in front of the S-Class monster, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
He pressed a palm against the S-Class monster's chest, and with a sizzling sound, the skin burned black, releasing a burnt stench.
Cracks spread from the chest of the S-Class monster throughout its body, with black flames overflowing from the fissures.
The monster looked down at its chest and let out a muffled groan.
The next second.
The S-Class monster exploded instantly.
Boom!
Black flames shot into the sky, illuminating the arena.
The aftershocks whipped up a strong wind, causing the hair of the people in the stands to flutter wildly.
Mirajane and Erza stood side by side as the flames died down and the smoke dissipated.
Both were still breathing heavily, their faces were covered in sweat, and the corners of their mouths were turned up.
The commentator Chapati, wiped his sweat, his wig crumpled from being pinched, and simply threw it on the table, continuing his commentary with his bald head still on.
"Fairy Tail truly lives up to its reputation as a century-old guild! Cheers to Demon Mirajane and Titania Erza!"
The entire arena erupted in cheers and applause, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
From an initially underestimated guild, they've risen to prominence and now hold a commanding lead in Pandemonium scores.
The Pandemonium slowly dissipated, its transparency fading, the runes dimming, and the entire building gradually disappeared into the air.
Mirajane and Erza returned to the arena with unhurried steps, their faces flushed and sweat dripping from their chins.
The Riyao detached itself, a flash of starlight appeared, and it transformed back into human form.
He stood between the two men, raised their hands, and held his chin high.
"The three of us are really strong!"