Ten Wizard Saints, Rock Iron's Jura.
"President, are you looking for me?"
Jura walked up to Oba Baba, bowed slightly and saluted. His voice was rich and powerful, giving people an extremely reliable feeling.
"Jura! You came just in time!"
Oba Baba pointed at Lu Chongwei who was trying to retract himself into the sofa not far away, and said loudly:
"Makarov, this old guy is going around trying to ruin your reputation, saying that you lost to that brat last time! If you don't get your place back today, you will spin around in circles and vomit for me when you get back!"
Jura was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of his finger, and happened to meet Lu Chongwei's helpless dead fish eyes.
"Your Excellency Lu Chongwei?" Jura was a little surprised, then smiled, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see, Mr. Jura." Lu Chongwei sighed and stood up, "Actually, I didn't want to fight..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Makarov jumped on the table, pointed at Jura and shouted, "Lu Chongwei! Come on! Let these guys who have never seen the world see what the strength of Fairy Tail is!"
The surrounding presidents had already given up a large area of open space, and everyone gathered around excitedly to watch the excitement. Ten Wizard Saints level battles are usually rare to see.
"Since the president has his destiny, Jura dare not disobey."
Jura put his hands together and nodded slightly to Lu Chongwei.
"Your Excellency Lu Chongwei, I have always regretted that we couldn't decide the outcome in our last competition. Today is a good day, please enlighten me."
Looking at Jura's serious eyes, Lu Chongwei knew that there was no way to avoid this fight.
"Okay."
Lu Chongwei moved his neck, and that lazy temperament disappeared in an instant. His hand rested on the handle of the knife at his waist, and his eyes became sharp.
"Then I'll play with you and be a little more serious."
"Please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jura's momentum exploded instantly.
"Rock Iron·Rock Wall!"
As Jura shouted, the ground shook violently. Several huge rock pillars broke out of the ground like the fangs of a giant dragon, rushing towards Lu Chongwei with the momentum of crushing everything.
It is a rock that has been highly compressed by magic, and its hardness is comparable to steel.
Lu Chongwei is not hardwired.
His figure swayed on the spot and disappeared instantly.
"So fast!" A president of the onlookers exclaimed.
The next second, Lu Chongwei appeared in mid-air, as if stepping on invisible stairs.
"Flash Step."
He looked down at Jura, raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at the rocky jungle below.
"O King! The mask of flesh and blood, the myriad things, the one who soars high and bears the name of humanity! The thundering carriage, the gap of the spinning wheel, this thing has lights clustered and divided into six!"
As the chant sounded, terrifying thunder-attribute magic energy gathered crazily at his fingertips, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
"Hado sixty-two·Hundred Thunder Barrage!"
Boom! Boom!
Countless rays of blue-white thunder and lightning poured down like a torrential rain, each one containing enough power to penetrate the rock. The thunder and lightning collided with the rock pillars, causing a deafening explosion, with gravel flying and smoke flying everywhere.
"What a powerful thunder magic!" Oba Baba's face changed slightly. Such powerful magic can be released without a magic circle?
In the smoke and dust, the figure of Jura is still tall and straight.
A huge arc-shaped earth wall blocked the top of his head. Although it was covered with black marks, it was still strong.
"As expected of Your Excellency Lu Chongwei, the penetrating power of this lightning is amazing."
Jura formed a seal with both hands, and the magic power around him began to surge crazily.
"In this case, I can't keep it anymore."
"Overlord Rock Smash!"
Rumble--
The floor of the entire conference hall began to crack, and countless rubbles gathered in the air, forming a ten-meter-high Rock Giant in the blink of an eye. The giant waved his huge fist, and with the sound of howling wind, he slammed into the Lu Chongwei in the air.
This punch was so powerful that even the air exploded.
"Is this the power of Ten Wizard Saints..."
The surrounding presidents retreated one after another for fear of being affected. Makarov also put away his playful smile and stared at the battlefield.
Facing the fist of rock that blocked the sky and the sun, Lu Chongwei took a deep breath.
His hand slowly tightened the handle of the knife.
A breath of the Heat emanated from his body, the temperature around him instantly increased, and even the air became distorted.
"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes."
Lu Chongwei whispered softly.
"Ryujin Jakka."
Clang--
The long sword is unsheathed.
At that moment, everyone had an illusion, like the sun falling in the conference hall.
There are no fancy moves, just a simple horizontal slash.
A slash of flames visible to the naked eye roared out. It was no ordinary fire, it was Explosive Flame that could ignite the soul.
The flame slash collided with Rock Giant's fist.
There is no stalemate.
It's like a hot knife cutting through butter.
The extremely hard rock giant fist was directly melted and cut off the moment it came into contact with the flames. The slashing force remained unabated, splitting the giant's body directly, and finally dissipated three meters in front of Jura.
Boom--
A violent explosion sounded, and a billowing heat wave swept through the entire hall. The presidents had to work together to open a barrier to barely block the aftermath.
When the smoke clears.
The huge Rock Giant has turned into a pile of smoking rubble.
Jura stood there, looking at the deep scorch marks in front of him, with a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.
If Lu Chongwei hadn't pulled back the knife just now, I'm afraid the entire conference hall, including him, would have been reduced to ashes.
Lu Chongwei Sheathed the sword, the flame aura on his body instantly subsided, and he returned to his lazy look.
"Let's tie."
Lu Chongwei waved his hand, "If we continue to fight, this place will collapse. I have no money to compensate."
Jura was silent for a moment, and then showed an admiring smile.
"Lu Chongwei Your Excellency's flame is indeed overbearing. I lost."
"Hey, hey, don't say that. It's just a discussion. Let's stop talking." Lu Chongwei quickly smoothed things over.
"Hahahaha!"
Makarov's arrogant laughter sounded again.
"How is it! Ooba old woman! Did you see it? I just said this kid is awesome!"
Makarov put his hands on his hips, looking so proud that he was even happier than if he had won.
Oba Baba looked at the mess on the ground, although he was a little reluctant, but he had to admit that the strength of that young man was indeed terrifying.
"Hmph! You're lucky this time!" Oba Baba turned his head proudly, "But Jura doesn't have to use all his strength! Let's fight next time!"
"I'm always with you!" Makarov was in a great mood.
Lu Chongwei looked at the two old men who started bickering again and shook his head helplessly.
However, looking at Makarov's proud smile from the bottom of his heart, Lu Chongwei's heart warmed slightly.
Forget it, as long as the old man is happy, just be a thug once.