Ice-Make

Lahar ordered his men to arrest everyone in Raven Tail.

The soldiers dragged Ivan and several others away. Ivan was still unconscious, his head drooping, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

They even sent people to re-examine the qualification documents for Raven Tail to become the Guild of Light.

Riyao was planning to use all the Raven Tail as punching bags when they left the capital, but what a pity.

He clicked his tongue, tapped his fingers twice on the railing, and his expression was full of regret.

The commentator Chapati, wiped his sweat, straightened his wig, and cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's continue watching the next match! The next match features Gray from Fairy Tail against Lyon from Boa Lamia Scale! It's said that the two are fellow disciples, a battle between students from the same school! This match is sure to be quite exciting."

Ur leaned against the railing of the stands, his arm draped over it, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Oh dear, Gray, don't cry if you lose!"

Gray replied irritably, without turning his head, his voice booming over his shoulder.

"Who will cry is still uncertain."

He flipped over and jumped off the stands.

Upon landing, the shirt also fell to the ground the instant the foot touched the ground.

The fabric fluttered down at my feet, piling up in a heap, and a gust of wind flipped it over.

The audience stared wide-eyed.

Some people rubbed their eyes, while others left their mouths agape.

How did you do that? You took off your shirt in the blink of an eye.

I was just wearing that shirt a moment ago, all the buttons were fastened, how did it all come off in an instant?

Ur covered his face, opened his fingers a crack, peeked through the crack, and then closed them again.

They would rather die than admit that they were their master.

Juvia was very anxious, gripping the railing with both hands.

These women were all looking at their Lord Gray, in case...

Juvia's inner monologue: Lord Gray is surrounded by female fans, countless hands reaching for him. Lord Gray is swallowed up by the crowd, getting further and further away from Juvia...

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became, and steam rose from her lips.

Steam rose in wisps from above, and Lucy's hair fluttered slightly in the steam.

The two Lucy next to her twitched their eyes.

"Juvia's little theater is getting more and more diverse."

Mavis blinked curiously, her eyes sparkling, her little fists clenched in front of her chest, and she leaned half her body forward.

"Is this also his magic?"

"Uh, I guess so."

Makarov scratched his face, running his fingers along his cheek a couple of times.

I didn't think much of it before, but now I feel a little embarrassed.

His old face flushed slightly.

Wearing only a pair of shorts, Gray arrived at the center of the arena, his muscles clearly defined in the sunlight, and ice shards from the previous battle still clinging to his arms.

"Lyon, I'm definitely winning this time."

Lyon stood opposite him, arms crossed, a smug smile on his lips.

"I haven't been idle for the past seven years; I've completely gotten rid of the bad habit of taking off my clothes indiscriminately."

The members of the Lamia Scale looked up at the sky.

Jura touched the bald head, Sherry covered her eyes with her hand, and Yuka's lips twitched.

Is this something to brag about?

Upon hearing this, Gray instinctively looked down.

He was only wearing a pair of underwear, his upper body was completely naked.

He casually looked up and continued to stare at Lyon.

His expression remained as steady as a mountain, without even blinking.

As Riyao once said, as long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who will be embarrassed.

"Naive! We Ice-Make Mages should follow the laws of nature. Let me show you the Ice-Make that follows the laws of nature!"

Gray clasped his hands together, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet, forming a thin layer of frost on the ground.

The temperature dropped sharply, even in the stands.

Chapati announced the start.

Both of them clasped their hands together, and ice-blue and ice-cyan magic circles simultaneously unfolded beneath their feet. The cold air collided, and the moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals that sparkled in the sunlight.

[Ice-Make: Great Doves]

Dozens of large doves formed from ice flew toward Gray from all directions.

The ice dove flapped its wings, stirring up gusts of cold wind, and its sharp beak was aimed at Gray's vital points.

[Ice-Make: Storm]

A blizzard swept around Gray, enveloping him entirely in an icy blue whirlwind.

The ice dove crashed into the storm, shattering into pieces and scattering ice shards everywhere.

Countless tiny ice needles shot out from the storm, so densely packed that their trajectories were almost invisible.

By the time Lyon could see clearly, the ice needles were already piercing his face.

He could only dodge awkwardly, twisting his body from side to side and waving his arms wildly. He was covered in ice needles, and small red dots bulged on his skin.

"Gray, you actually resorted to underhanded tactics, using such a fine needle!"

Lyon pulled an ice needle from his shoulder, grimacing in pain.

"You don't know anything! This is about saving magic!"

Gray's lips curled into a wide smile, his nostrils flared slightly, and he looked smug.

Lyon, putting his knowledge to practical use, gritted his teeth.

[Ice-Make: Great Doves]

This time, the Ice Dove did not swoop directly at Gray, but instead hovered at low altitude.

With a flap of its wings, the Ice Dove shot out icy feathers, which spun and flew toward Gray at tricky angles.

Gray rolled over, his body skimming the ground as he passed by. Ice Feathers grazed his back and left a trail of marks on the ground.

[Ice-Make: Throwing Knives]

The ice-made throwing knife flew out of his hand and collided with the ice feather.

With a series of crisp clanging sounds, ice shards fell to the ground, forming a white layer.

The audience felt a cool sensation as the air circulated from the center of the venue, causing those in the front rows to shiver.

Gray was pierced by the ice feather, his body shattered into pieces, and ice fragments scattered all over the ground.

This left the audience speechless with astonishment, with some letting out short screams.

Lyon knew perfectly well that this was just an ice double.

He caught a shadow moving beside him out of the corner of his eye and immediately turned to defend himself.

[Ice-Make: Great Ape]

A three-meter-tall ice ape appeared instantly, blocking Lyon's path.

The Ice Ape crossed its arms to protect its chest, its muscles, constructed of ice crystals, exhibiting sharp, angular lines.

Gray wielded his ice-forged Tang sword and slashed down.

The blade struck the Ice Ape's arm, and with a crack, the Ice Ape split open from head to toe, shattering into two halves, and the ice collapsed with a crash.

Along with the falling blade came a wave of ice, the chill spreading from the blade's edge and instantly freezing the ground.

Lyon took off his frozen shirt and stepped aside.

The clothes were frozen solid and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What happened to the promise of small size and low magic consumption?!"

"That's called surprise attack, you idiot!"

Both men were shirtless, drawing the female audience's unwavering attention.

Some people covered their mouths, while others stared wide-eyed.

Lyon clasped his hands together and pressed them to the ground.

The moment the palm touched the ground, frost spread outwards from the palm.

[Ice-Make - Beast Legion]

Dozens of cyan magic circles appeared simultaneously, their light merging into one.

Various ice-created animals emerged from the magic circle: ice wolves, ice tigers, ice bears, ice snakes, one after another, densely packed.

With a thought, Lyon sent his Beast Legion rushing toward Gray, the ground thumping under the claws of the ice beasts.

Gray remained completely calm in the face of the overwhelming horde of wild beasts.

He took a deep breath, and white mist escaped from the corner of his mouth.

With a flick of the wrist, a fine crack appeared on the ice-forged Tang sword, and the crack spread outwards from the blade.

[Ice-Make - Thousand Blades]