Can You Even Do It, Scrawny?

The battle in the entire city of Crocus quickly came to an end.

All Quatro Cerberus are out.

All members of the Blue Pegasus are eliminated.

All members of Mermaid Heel are eliminated.

On the entire city battlefield, only eleven contestants remained.

Fairy Tail occupies five spots.

Sabertooth occupies five seats.

The last one remaining is Jura, the lone Lamia Scale's Scale.

The edge of the private stands on the second floor of the arena.

Makarov stepped onto the railing, looking at the huge magical light screen in the sky that represented the overall rankings, showing the comparison between 68 points and 65 points.

Makarov's heart was in his throat.

The prize money check for 60 million J started to vibrate wildly in my mind, and even seemed to have the potential to grow wings and fly away.

Makarov was well aware that Jiang Bai had been using full-map Mental Detection.

Makarov shouted at the top of his lungs into the empty air.

"Jiang Bai!"

"What are you doing, you brat, leisurely strolling around in the street?!"

"The guild's number one spot has been completely overtaken by Sabertooth!"

"If my 60 million disappears, I'll make you clean toilets for six months!"

At the corner of the main street in the western district.

Jiang Bai moved his lips and used the Mental Link to reply directly into Makarov's mind.

"Grandpa, don't panic."

"The overall situation remains very stable; the scales of victory have always been in my hands."

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Bai's figure vanished on the spot.

The teleportation magic was activated instantly.

The next second.

The center of the circular ruins plaza in the western district.

A slight ripple appeared in the air as Jiang Bai stepped out of thin air, his hands still obediently in his pockets.

The square is surrounded by broken stone pillars.

The ground was covered with charred, deep craters from lightning strikes and towering, sharp rock spikes rising from the earth.

Laxus was enveloped in tiny golden arcs of electricity, one hand braced against a broken stone pillar, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

Jura opposite him formed hand seals, with three heavy rock walls standing beneath his feet.

Laxus turned his head and saw Jiang Bai suddenly appear at the edge of the battle.

Laxus wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand and straightened up.

"Jiang Bai, don't interfere!"

Laxus took a large step forward, his feet creating dazzling golden sparks.

"This is my battle, unless I'm completely knocked out and eliminated!"

Jiang Bai stood on the open ground two meters away, looking Laxus up and down.

Laxus's black vest was torn in several places, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his arms were trembling slightly from the strain.

Then Jiang Bai grinned mischievously, "Are you sure you can handle it, you little rascal?"

The ruins plaza fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Laxus froze on the spot, the veins on his neck bulging like writhing dragons.

Greyhound?

Laxus clenched his teeth, a low Roar escaping from deep within his throat.

"I don't know why, but hearing those two words from you suddenly made me so angry I couldn't control myself!"

The magical reserves were forcibly squeezed from who-knows-where.

A torrent of golden lightning erupted from beneath Laxus's skin, the blinding light piercing through the clouds above.

The phantom of the Lightning Dragon's Halberd suddenly materialized above Laxus's head.

Laxus completely forgot his physical exhaustion, transforming into a raging golden lightning bolt as he recklessly pounced on Jura once more.

The second round of all-out battle immediately began.

Jiang Bai withdrew his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Psychokinesis intertwined in mid-air, converging to form a large, comfortable white beach lounge chair, complete with a soft cushion.

Jiang Bai leaned back, sinking deep into the recliner, his legs propped up high on the low stone stool in front of him.

Jiang Bai even rested his head on one hand and began to watch the close-quarters combat in front of him with great interest.

"I'm doing this for your own good, Laxus. How does it feel to break through your limits?"

The large broadcast screen presented this scene in its entirety to the people of the capital.

Fairy Tail stands.

Makarov was so angry when he saw Jiang Bai lounging on a recliner and eating sunflower seeds on the screen that he jumped up and down in anger.

"That brat!"

Makarov frantically grabbed at the few remaining white hairs on his head.

"I sent you there to resolve a crisis, and you just materialized a reclining chair to watch the show!"

"Go and eliminate those Sabertooth guys for me!"

Standing to the side, the first president Mavis, had her hands behind her back, her body floating gently in mid-air.

Mavis stared at the battle simulation and shook his head.

"Actually, Jiang Bai's current approach is correct."

Mavis patiently explained to Makarov.

Only three teams remain on the field.

"As long as we can reliably eliminate Jura of Lamia Scale, even if Sabertooth's five members team up to eliminate Natsu, Gajeel, and Juvia, Fairy Tail will still have the highest total score until the very last moment of the match."

Mavis crossed his arms and made a reasonable deduction.

"Jiang Bai must have anticipated the situation and was worried that Sabertooth would deliberately give their points to Lamia Scale in the second half, thereby achieving a score lock."

Jiang Bai rolled over on the recliner.

Hearing the complex tactical speculations from the first generation in his mind, Jiang Bai inwardly scoffed.

Worry?

With the full-map Mental Detection, the crawling route of every ant in the entire city is crystal clear. How could those people from Sabertooth have any chance to pull off any sneaky tricks?

The reason I made this special trip was simply to see Laxus get beaten up with my own eyes.

When your childhood friends are getting completely crushed in competitions, who could bear to look away from such a memorable scene?

Of course, if you want to gloat like Jiang Bai, you have to be on good terms with him, otherwise Jiang Bai won't take responsibility if you get beaten up.

Laxus's momentum, forcibly mustered by his anger, quickly waned in the face of Jura's rock-solid defense.

The head-on collision lasted less than two minutes.

Jura his palms down on the ground.

"The Supreme King Rock Crush!"

Several enormous, sharp rock cones rose from the ground in a converging formation, shattering the golden lightning spear head-on.

Laxus's mana was completely depleted. He was sent flying backward, his back smashing through half a broken wall. He slid to the ground, his arms hanging limply at his sides, and lay face up in the rubble, unable to move.

Although he avoided serious injury, he had indeed exhausted his last bit of strength.

The outcome is decided.

Lamia Scale two more points!

Jura slowly withdrew her magic, dispersing the surrounding rocky barrier, and then tucked her hands back into the thick, wide sleeves of her monk's robe.

Jiang Bai stood up from the recliner and casually waved away the furniture constructed from his Telekinesis.

Jiang Bai stepped across the scorched, rocky pits and stopped five meters away from Jura.

He glanced down at Laxus lying on the ground, then looked up at the bald, burly man.

"Jura, do we need a break?"

Jiang Bai asked directly.

"Are you planning to give up now, or should we fight again after you've fully recovered your magic?"

Jura looked at Jiang Bai in front of her, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

Meditation for recovery? Is it necessary?

Even at his peak, he couldn't withstand a single move from his opponent and was completely suppressed.

Even if I gave myself another day to get back to peak condition, the outcome wouldn't change.

Jura his hands together and bowed slightly to Jiang Bai.

"Lord Jiang Bai, I intend to give up now."

Jura appeared completely calm.

"After all, only a few days have passed since our last formal battle."

"I do not believe I am capable of achieving a breakthrough in such a short period of time that would be enough to shake your authority. Pointless obsession will only lead to further embarrassment."

After saying that, Jura turned around and raised her right hand to make a clear signal to the magical monitoring crystal in the sky.

"Jura, the Lamia Scale, has confirmed her withdrawal from this survival battle."

The broadcast footage high in the air was instantly illuminated by a blinding red light.

Chapati practically roared, making the megaphone crystal vibrate.

"The last member of the Lamia Scale, Mr. Jura, Ten Wizard Saints, has officially announced his withdrawal from the competition!"

"Since Fairy Tail repelled Lamia Scale's main force, the captain's score belongs to Fairy Tail!"

"Ten points achieved!!"

The large scoreboard behind the commentary booth emitted a crisp beep.

Fairy Tail's score suddenly jumped from 65 points and firmly locked at 75 points!

Saber -Sabertooth, who had only held the first place for ten minutes, was once again kicked back to second place.

The very front of the Fairy Tail stands.

Makarov stared at the huge golden number frozen at 75, then slumped back into the wooden chair behind him.

Makarov tossed his cane aside and rubbed his bald head vigorously with both hands.

The huge prize of 60 million J is a sure thing.

Although the match bell hadn't officially rung yet, Makarov's heart, which had been in his throat, had completely settled back into his stomach.

The arithmetic calculation couldn't be simpler.

After their surprise attack that wiped out the entire team, Sabertooth's total score is now locked at 68 points.

Even if a very low-probability event occurs, Natsu, Gajeel, and Juvia are all eliminated by Sabertooth in the next few minutes, Sabertooth will at most gain a mere six more points.

Sixty-eight plus six equals a maximum of seventy-four points.

There is still an insurmountable gap of one point between them and the seventy-five points above Fairy Tail's head.

As for getting points from Jiang Bai?

Makarov leaned back in his chair, "What kind of joke is this, about the continent?"

Let alone the remaining five youngsters of Sabertooth, even if you tied up all the guilds of the Kingdom of Fiore and threw them into the arena, Makarov would never believe that anyone could dethrone Jiang Bai from the throne of first place.

In the face of that monster, whether there are five, fifty, or five hundred participants, they are at most just a meaningless string of numbers.