"S-so strong..." Wendy and the others stared in shock at Doranbolt, who had sent his opponent flying with a single punch. She murmured unconsciously, "So Mest was actually this powerful?!"
"That man is strong!" Pantherlily looked equally stunned. "Judging by his presence alone, he isn't any weaker than Erza..."
"So this is that supreme freak's friend!" A few drops of cold sweat ran down Carla's face. She wiped them away and muttered with a mixture of realization and unease, "No wonder he's such a freak! Not just his personality, but his strength too..."
"So this is the power of the True God of Death's friend, or perhaps..." Just as Azuma was about to tumble over the cliff, several thick, sturdy vines suddenly grew out of the cliff face and hauled him back! A battle-hungry smile spread across his face, and excitement flashed in his eyes as he roared, "This is the strength a friend of the True God of Death should possess!"
"Boiling Flame: Burst!"
The instant he spoke, a surge of golden magic erupted around him. Doranbolt, who had just teleported behind Azuma, was caught off guard and swallowed by the exploding golden magic!
"Mest!" Wendy covered her mouth and cried out.
"Don't worry, Wendy. I don't think he'll go down that easily!" Pantherlily said solemnly.
Sure enough, the moment Pantherlily finished speaking, Doranbolt appeared in their sight again. Aside from a scorched corner of his clothing, he didn't have a scratch on him!
"It's useless. The abilities and combat strength of every member of Grimoire Heart's Seven Kin of Purgatory are in my Intelligence Department's files..." The instant his feet touched the ground, he vanished again, then abruptly reappeared beside Azuma, who had likewise just landed. A large ball of blue magic had already gathered in his hand.