Gajeel and Natsu stood on opposite sides of the arena. The fighting spirit on their faces could be felt even by everyone in the stands. The air was filled with the scent of flames and steel, as if two dragons were facing off, ready to begin a life-and-death battle at any moment.
Neither of them spoke. They simply charged at each other again, moving so quickly that they almost closed the distance in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The intensity of their battle made everyone think there were two dragons fighting in the arena. The clash of flames and steel rang out without pause, while blazing fire and icy metal fragments sprayed in all directions. In an instant, the arena was covered in flames and metal shavings.
As the battle grew fiercer, the injuries on both of them gradually piled up. Yet none of that diminished their fighting spirit. Their eyes were filled with determination, and at that moment, both of them had only one thought: they had to defeat the other.
After another collision, the two pulled apart, both panting heavily.
"Flame idiot, you're done for, aren't you? If you know what's good for you, surrender already. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll lose too miserably!" Gajeel sneered provocatively.
"Hmph! Ironhead, you should worry about yourself first! You're not doing much better." Natsu refused to back down.
It had to be said that Dragon Slayer Mages had truly absurd recovery abilities. After stopping only long enough to exchange a few words, the two of them had already begun to steady their breathing.
But the moment their eyes met, they charged at each other again.
"Fire Dragon's Claw!"
Flames suddenly erupted from both of Natsu's legs, giving him a massive burst of power. Before Gajeel could finish forming his technique, Natsu had