"Roar..." Makarov's fist suddenly grew enormous, and he swung it down at Chen Fan. "Ah...!" The guild members cried out in alarm.
"Bang...!" Dust billowed up. Once the wind had blown it away, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. Chen Fan stood with his back to Makarov, one hand outstretched as he steadily held up Makarov's fist.
Seeing that Chen Fan could hold his fist back with one hand, Makarov stopped holding back and threw punch after punch at him. "Bang, bang!" Even the ground seemed to tremble. Natsu, Gray, and Erza clenched their fists excitedly. None of them had expected Chen Fan to be so powerful. The other guild members were equally thrilled. Makarov had rarely fought in recent years, because no one in the guild was worthy of making him fight—not even Laxus and the others.
Suddenly, Makarov became carried away with the fight. His entire body grew incomparably huge, and he smashed down at Chen Fan's head from above. "Bang..." A thunderous sound rang out as Makarov was sent flying. Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen God. Makarov had always been an invincible existence in their hearts, yet Chen Fan had actually knocked him away. The shock in their hearts was unimaginable.
"Boom!!!" The earth trembled as Makarov fell to the ground, his body gradually shrinking back down. Chen Fan's emotions also calmed, his eyes returning to black as he withdrew his overwhelming pressure.
Then Mira suddenly cried out anxiously, "Master! Master, what's wrong?"
Everyone looked toward Makarov and saw him lying unconscious on the ground. They all hurried over.
"Grandpa! Grandpa, what's wrong?" Natsu anxiously shook Makarov.
"Chen Fan, come over and see what's wrong with the Master, please... sob..." Mira's voice was thick with tears.
Chen Fan quickly pushed through the crowd and ran