His legs began to tremble involuntarily.
That was the crazy warning from my intuition as Dragon Slayer.
However, Dragon Slayer's dignity allowed him to suppress the fear in his heart.
"This is a guild war, let's fight it!"
Gajeel called out a bluff the Roar.
He suddenly withdrew Iron Dragon Club, and all the magic power in his body was poured into his arms without any reservation.
"Iron Dragon's Scales!"
Black metal scales instantly covered his whole body.
He believed that in the face of this layer of defense, no one could hurt him.
However, the words did not fall.
The figure of Lu Chongwei disappeared instantly on the spot.
"Too fast to see?!"
Gajeel's dragon senses barely captured a golden stream of light.
He instinctively waved his iron arm to block it in front of his chest.
Bang--!
There was a loud noise.
Gajeel only felt an unparalleled power coming from him.
It felt like being hit head-on by a meteorite falling at high speed.
His feet left the ground directly, and his whole body turned into a cannonball, flying backwards for dozens of meters.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He knocked down several thick surrounding trees in succession before falling to the ground in embarrassment.
Poof--!
Gajeel looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked down at his arms.
There, the originally indestructible Iron Dragon scales had completely shattered.
A deep bone-deep knife mark ran across the entire arm, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
What's even more terrifying is that there is a layer of immortal golden flame attached to the wound.
That kind of the Heat is eroding his flesh and blood crazily.
"How is it possible... my defense..."
Gajeel finally showed despair in his eyes.
The ensuing battle was completely one-sided and brutal suppression.
Lu Chongwei's figure is like an afterimage in the storm, appearing and disappearing on the battlefield.
Every golden slash is wrapped in blazing flames that can burn everything.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
The sound of the blade cutting through the air became the only melody in the field.
Gajeel's proud steel body was as fragile as paper in front of Ryujin Jakka.
"Iron Dragon's Roar!"
Gajeel opened its mouth unwillingly and spewed out countless tiny whirlwinds of iron filings.
Lu Chongwei didn't even raise his eyelids.
He just waved his hand.
The sea of fire that filled the sky instantly swallowed up the whirlwind.
The iron filings were instantly melted in the air and turned into a golden iron rain.
"Too weak."
Lu Chongwei's voice rang in Gajeel's ears.
Gajeel turned his head in horror.
Lu Chongwei has appeared beside him, and on the blade, the golden flames are beating crazily.
"This knife is for the president."
Tsk--!
Waves of fire rose into the sky.
Gajeel let out a shrill scream, and his whole body was blown away again.
The bandages all over his body were burned to ashes.
The skin is carbonized over large areas.
The pain of not being able to survive or die completely made him collapse.
The Phantom Lord soldiers around were already scared out of their wits at this moment.
They stared at this scene blankly.
In their eyes, the invincible Iron Dragon Gajeel was like a dead dog, being slaughtered at will by that man.
"Monster... he's a monster!"
"Run quickly!"
The members of Phantom Lord began to flee crazily.
Lu Chongwei ignored those ants.
He walked step by step towards the twitching Gajeel in the pit.
The tip of the knife points diagonally towards the ground.
Wherever it passed, the soil on the ground was burned into red colored glaze.
"It's not over yet, Gajeel."
Lu Chongwei looked down at him, his eyes filled with the indifference of a god looking down at an ant.
"That cut just now was just interest."
Gajeel huddled at the bottom of the pit, making a "ho ho" sound in his throat.
He looked at the man enveloped in flames.
He finally understood that the so-called Ten Wizard Saints level might be just a joke in front of this man.
Lu Chongwei raised the knife again.
The surrounding temperature has once again climbed to a desperate level.
"Iron Dragon's Roar!"
Gajeel roared like a trapped animal.
His eyes were red, and the magic power all over his body was being squeezed crazily at this moment. Even the iron scales on the surface of his skin were causing tiny cracks due to the overload.
This blow was his final dash to risk Dragon Slayer's dignity.
A violent hurricane spewed out of his mouth. It was no longer a simple airflow, but a tornado mixed with countless fine iron filings as sharp as a blade.
The entire space was instantly filled with this silver storm, and the sound of the air being torn apart was like ten thousand ghosts screaming at the same time.
The storm was like a huge metal millstone, grinding all living things in front of it into powder.
Lu Chongwei stood quietly in the center of the storm.
The black hair on his forehead was blown by the strong wind, and his robes rustled, but in front of the iron filings that could shatter rocks, his body was as stable as a mountain.
"Ryujin Jakka·Nadeshiko!"
Lu Chongwei whispered softly.
He didn't make any exaggerated power-charging movements, he just held the handle of the knife with his right hand and swung the knife forward very calmly.
This knife was extremely fast and extremely quiet.
There was no sea of fire filling the sky, only a golden sword pressure as thin as a gossamer but as bright as the rising sun.
It was a terrifying move that compressed extreme heat and sharpness into one point.
"Tsk--!"
A soft sound.
The seemingly arrogant iron tornado that could destroy a town turned out to be neatly split open like a fragile piece of tissue paper the moment it came into contact with the pressure of the golden sword.
Wherever the sword pressed, the violent iron filings were instantly melted into golden droplets by the high temperature, and then were vaporized and disappeared.
The figure of Lu Chongwei passed through the severed air flow, crossed the distance of space, and appeared in front of Gajeel instantly.
Gajeel's eyes suddenly widened.
He was horrified to find that the sword burning with golden flames had been magnified infinitely in his retina.
"Pfft!"
Blood, like a red lotus in full bloom, burst into bloom in Gajeel's chest.
Lu Chongwei's blade accurately cut across his chest, leaving a black scar that was deep enough to show the bones.
Gajeel felt that all the strength in his body was completely drained at this moment.
It felt like the source of magic in the body was being burned dry by a ball of fire.
Boom!
He fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Blood gurgled out from his wound, but when it came into contact with the hot ground around him, it made a sizzling sound.
Lu Chongwei slowly retracted the knife, and the tip of the knife was leaning against Gajeel's heart.
His eyes were cold and deep, showing a majesty overlooking all living beings.
"Why attack Fairy Tail?"
Lu Chongwei asked coldly.
His voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of oppression that directly hit the soul.
Gajeel was panting violently, and every breath caused severe pain in his chest.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes that were originally like dead fish now turned gray.
"It's... the president's order..."
Gajeel spoke intermittently, and a wisp of blood foam escaped from the corner of his mouth.
His status in Phantom Lord was extremely high, but at this moment in front of Lu Chongwei, he felt as small as a grain of dust.
"I am the defeated general, let's do it."
Gajeel closed his eyes.