At this time, this guy is still worried about his clothes?
However, Erza, who was standing aside, did not smile.
Her body was tense to the extreme, and an unprecedented sense of crisis made the hairs all over her body stand up.
"Mira! Be careful!"
Erza suddenly shouted, rushed over, grabbed the still dazed Mirajane's shoulders, and shook him violently a few times.
"Wake up! Don't be distracted!"
"What's wrong?" Mirajane was shaken a little.
"The way you look at him."
Erza's voice was trembling.
Mirajane looked at it subconsciously.
I saw that the playful smile on Lu Chongwei's face disappeared.
Instead, there is a kind of calm.
A breathtaking calm.
Just like the sea before a storm, it seems calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent.
"Since the clothes are in such tatters, I might as well not need them anymore."
Lu Chongwei said lightly.
"Tear--"
He grabbed the collar with both hands and tore it violently.
He tore off the tattered shirt and threw it aside.
His muscular upper body was exposed to the air.
Those are not exaggerated toned muscles, but clear and streamlined muscles. Every muscle contains strength and glows with a bronze luster in the sun.
Lu Chongwei moved his neck and made a crisp "click" sound.
Then, his right hand slowly rested on the handle of the knife at his waist.
"Buzz--"
The moment his fingers touched the handle of the knife.
The surrounding temperature suddenly began to rise sharply.
The air that was originally somewhat moist suddenly became extremely dry.
The grass underfoot quickly withered, turned yellow, and then curled.
The leaves not far away began to smoke, as if they would spontaneously combust at any time.
"This heat..."
Erza The cold sweat on his forehead evaporated as soon as it broke out.
The words Makarov once said to her suddenly echoed in her mind.
It was not long after Lu Chongwei joined the guild, and Makarov warned them extremely seriously after getting drunk:
"Never force Lu Chongwei to draw the knife."
"His magic... is the most extreme flame between heaven and earth, like the power of the sun."
"Once it gets out of control, it can turn a big city into a sea of flames in a short time."
"That is a forbidden power classified as 'destruction level' by Magic Council."
Erza looked at Lu Chongwei's hand holding the handle of the knife, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Coming.
That legendary magic.
Lu Chongwei looked at the two people in front of them as if they were facing formidable enemies, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
But he did not rush to draw the knife, but glanced at the non-existent watch on his wrist.
"There are only a few minutes left in the assessment time."
His voice was very soft, but it was clearly audible in the hot and distorted air.
"There's no point in continuing to fight like this."
"Since you want to win so much, I'll give you a chance."
Lu Chongwei's thumb gently pushed open the knife.
A flash of crimson light came out from the gap in the scabbard.
Just this ray of light caused ripples in the surrounding space.
"I will use my last resort."
Lu Chongwei's eyes swept over Erza and Mirajane.
"If you can survive it, you haven't fallen yet."
"Then you win."
Erza and Mirajane looked at each other.
They all saw fear in each other's eyes, but they also saw a touch of determination.
There is no escape.
With this kind of heat lock, there is absolutely no way to escape.
The only way to survive is to carry on.
"Just what I wanted!"
Mirajane bit his lip and squeezed out the last trace of magic power in his body.
"Satan Soul·Demon God Sitri!"
She once again entered her strongest fighting form. Although her magic power had bottomed out, her momentum remained undiminished.
"Come on! Lu Chongwei!"
Erza also took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely firm.
"Requip·Adamantine Armor!"
This is not enough.
She clasped her hands together, and two huge adamantine shields stood in front of her.
"We're ready!"
Lu Chongwei looked at the two people who were waiting and nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good."
"Then let me show you."
"What is... real despair?"
"Zheng--"
A clear sword cry echoed through the sky.
Lu Chongwei slowly pulled out the simple long knife.
Ryujin Jakka.
As the blade was unsheathed inch by inch, the surrounding temperature began to soar sharply.
The trees that were originally just withered actually started to burn at this moment. There was no source of fire, it was just because the temperature in the air was too high and reached the ignition point.
"Huh..."
A confused butterfly flew past Lu Chongwei.
The moment it came close to the blade.
There was a "pop" sound.
Without even a struggle, it turned into a wisp of fly ash and dissipated in the air.
"What... what temperature is this?!"
Mirajane felt that his skin was tingling, as if he was in a furnace.
She looked at the knife in Lu Chongwei's hand in horror. There was no flame wrapped around it, but it was emitting a heart-stopping high temperature.
"Mira! Be careful!"
Erza stood in front of Mirajane, the shield in his hand having been burned hot.
She explained very quickly:
"This is the true power of Lu Chongwei! The president said that his flames are like the sun, and it is a destructive magic that is expressly prohibited from being used at will!"
"Sun?!"
Mirajane took a deep breath.
Just then.
Lu Chongwei moved.
He held the knife in front of him, his eyes were indifferent, and he softly uttered the words of liberation:
"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes."
"Ryujin Jakka!"
"Boom--!!!"
The moment the words fell.
A monstrous flame spurted out from the blade.
That's no ordinary flame.
It was the ultimate fire that was as viscous as magma and as dazzling as the sun.
The flames soared into the sky and instantly engulfed Lu Chongwei's figure, turning it into a sea of crimson fire.
The temperature soared again.
Tenrou Island The other side.
Laxus is walking alone in the forest, preparing to go to the meeting point.
Suddenly, his steps stopped.
A familiar and terrifying heat wave blew towards my face along with the wind.
Even though he was several kilometers away, he could still feel the burning sensation on his skin.
Laxus subconsciously touched the lightning-shaped scar on his chest.
It was left behind when he was discussing with Lu Chongwei a long time ago.
It was also such a high temperature at that time.
It's also such despair.
"That bastard..."
Laxus looked at the fire rising into the sky in the distance with complicated eyes.
"He actually used this trick on two newcomers? Did he want to kill them?"
The old wound on his chest ached faintly, as if it was reminding him of the disastrous defeat in that battle.
Laxus clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
"It's still not strong enough..."
"One day, I will extinguish your fire with my own hands."
He turned around and no longer looked at the fire over there, but the lightning in his eyes became more violent.