Meeting an "Old Acquaintance" Again

The uninhabited island to the east soon came into view.

Unlike the eerie and sinister island of the Tower of Heaven, this island is lush and vibrant with life.

However, under Jiang Bai's powerful Mental Perception, this calm was merely an illusion.

Inside a cave in the center of the island, a large number of civilians with barely perceptible breaths were imprisoned, while outside the cave, guards from the Black Magic Cult were stationed.

Among those mixed auras, there was one that, though not particularly powerful, instantly turned Jiang Bai's gaze cold.

He would never forget that aura, not even in death.

"Alright, you guys go take care of those small fry on the perimeter."

Jiang Bai pointed to the guards scattered in various places.

"Erza, come with me, let's go meet our 'old friend'."

"An old friend?"

Erza hesitated for a moment, but then nodded obediently.

Natsu, Gray, and the others had no objections and immediately split into several groups, charging towards the Black Magic Cult members who were still leisurely keeping watch, like tigers among sheep.

Jiang Bai, with Erza by his side, slowly made his way toward the cave in the center of the island where the energy was most concentrated.

Before the two even reached the cave entrance, a man wearing a ferocious mask, clearly the leader of the group, emerged from the shadows of the cave.

He sensed the unfathomable magic emanating from Jiang Bai, as deep as the ocean, and his face was filled with vigilance.

"Who are you?!" The masked leader's voice was hoarse and shrill.

"Yo!"

Jiang Bai stopped in his tracks, a chillingly bright smile spreading across his face.

"Long time no see. After all these years, do you still like wearing such an ugly mask?"

Upon hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar voice, the masked leader's body jolted violently.

He stared intently at Jiang Bai's face, the face of the boy he had personally "blown to ashes" deep in his memory slowly overlapping with the unfathomable man before him.

"It's you...?!"

The masked leader's voice was filled with disbelief and horror.

"That brat?! Impossible! You're clearly dead!"

"Die?"

Jiang Bai looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He pointed to himself, then to Erza beside him.

"Aren't we both doing just fine now?"

"But you,"

His eyes suddenly turned cold.

"I still remember those few Wind Magic you left in my ribs back then, so clearly."

Erza's face instantly turned cold; that painful memory was a wound that would never heal in her heart.

"No... impossible!"

The masked leader couldn't accept this fact. He roared like a madman, "My 'Explosive Flame' crystal is enough to blast you all to smithereens! How did you even survive?!"

"Explosive Flame Crystal?" Jiang Bai picked at his ear, a look of disdain on his face.

"Are you talking about that little alchemical toy that's not even worthy of tickling me?"

"You're talking nonsense! So what if you're not dead! Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep today, I'll kill you again!"

The masked team leader was completely enraged by Jiang Bai's contemptuous attitude.

He clasped his hands together, and the raging wind elemental magic instantly converged!

"Wind Magic: Thousand Blade Strangulation!"

Countless sharp wind blades, invisible to the naked eye and composed of gale-force winds, swept towards Jiang Bai and Erza, emitting a teeth-grinding cutting sound.

This was precisely the killing move he used to suppress Jiang Bai back then, forcing Jiang Bai to only be able to passively defend!

However, Jiang Bai didn't even bother to lift an eyelid when faced with this attack that had once left him helpless.

The violent wind blades disappeared as if they had hit an invisible wall a meter away from his body, without even stirring a single hair on his head.

Before the "Infinity," all attacks are futile.

"Wh... what?!"

The masked leader's madness froze instantly, replaced by utter terror.

"My magic... why...?"

That's it?

Jiang Bai pursed his lips, his tone filled with disappointment.

"After all these years, is this all you've improved? You've really disappointed me."

He took two steps forward, looking at the other person with a mocking gaze. "How about we play that game from back then again?"

"Don't you like making people take three of your moves head-on?"

"Come on, I'll stand right here and not move."

"If you can make me back down even one step today, you win, and I'll turn around and leave immediately, how about it?"

Every word of these words was like a resounding slap across the masked leader's face.

The immense humiliation and fear of death drove him to completely lose his mind.

"You bastard! Don't underestimate me!"

He unleashed all the magic within him without reservation, raising his hands high, and a giant scythe made of hurricane energy materialized above his head!

"Die! The Wind Demon's Judgment!"

The enormous wind scythe, carrying the force to tear everything apart, crashed down towards Jiang Bai's head!

However, Jiang Bai simply raised his right hand slowly and opened his palm.

He grabbed the wind sickle directly and squeezed it hard.

The wind scythe, which contained all the magic of the masked leader, vanished like a punctured balloon with a "poof."

"How... is this possible..."

The masked leader's eyes were wide open, his face filled with the despair of a collapsing faith.

"The game is over."

Jiang Bai's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

He didn't even use any magic; he simply condensed an invisible Telekinesis into a fist.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud thud.

The masked leader felt as if he had been hit head-on by a charging dragon, and the bones in his chest shattered instantly.

He was sent flying backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the mountainside behind him, his fate unknown.

This strike perfectly replicated the first move he made on Jiang Bai years ago.

However, its power was significantly greater, and Jiang Bai had controlled the intensity of the attack.

Jiang Bai slowly walked up to him, looking down at the man who was on the verge of death.

"Do you know how many times I've fantasized about how I'd torture you to vent the hatred in my heart when I see you again?"

His voice was very soft as it rang in the masked leader's ear.

"But now, looking at you in such a pitiful state, I suddenly feel... so bored."

"You're too weak."

"So weak, it doesn't even arouse my slightest interest in revenge."

After saying that, he didn't look at it again and casually waved his hand.

A surge of Telekinesis swept over, and the masked leader's body trembled slightly before he completely lost all life.

Jiang Bai felt that letting such trash live even a second longer was a waste of air.