Clash with Makarov
"Who's making a racket outside?" A stern voice came from inside the house, laced with barely concealed anger.
The familiar contemptuous voice reached his ears, Hughes's lips unconsciously curled up. Then, he slashed his right foot upward from the ground, and a transparent slash, like a knife mark, appeared in the void and rushed straight towards the house in front of him.
Makarov, who had never seen Hughes 'Rankyaku before, was slightly stunned. The next second, golden light emerged from the tip of his index finger. The golden light was like a stream of light, and with the momentum of coming from above, he shattered the transparent slash that looked like a knife mark into two halves.
"Bang, bang!"
The two halves cleaved apart and fell to the ground, creating huge craters and kicking up clouds of dust.
The commotion instantly turned the previously unharmed house into a noisy mess, with cries of panic rising and falling.
"Go back quickly!" Makarov nudged Hughes, looking anxious.
Does this brat even realize he's doing something that could cause a major upheaval? If the speaker and the councilors die at Hughes's hands, he can't protect Hughes either.
Hughes didn't have time to explain the reason to Makarov. At this moment, alarms were sounding in the Magic Council, and his Observation Haki detected that countless people were rushing over. There was no time to lose.
With a light flick of his right hand, Hughes pushed Makarov away. Hughes, with a somersault, a transparent slash four or five meters long suddenly appeared in mid-air.
As soon as Hughes landed, a terrifyingly large, transparent slash struck the room where Crawford Him and the others were.
"Bang!"
The magnificent house was split in two, and the ornate upper part crashed to the ground with a loud bang, shaking the earth and sending dust flying.
Hughes waved his hand, stirring up a strong wind that dispersed the dust in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming serious.
"It seems the old man is determined to protect these few scumbags!" Hughes thought regretfully.
This is a bit tricky! The old man is no pushover...
On the other side, amidst the swirling smoke and dust, Crawford Himm, Ogre, and Michello were being held down by the head by Makarov, forced to the ground.
Although he looked disheveled, at least he survived.
Crawford Him and the others glanced up slightly and were taken aback to see that the attacker was Jose.
"Jose, what are you doing! Even if you are one of the ' Ten Wizard Saints,' attacking the president and a member of the Magic Council is enough to get you imprisoned for life!" Michello stared with wide cat eyes and roared as he questioned him.
He was so close, so very close, he would have died just now!
Hughes didn't reply, but simply smiled like Jose, and in the next instant, he stomped his foot on the ground and disappeared like a ghost.
"Lie down!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Makarov shouted and pressed their raised heads back down like chicks.
Then, his right fist, wreathed in golden magic, suddenly grew larger and slammed upwards.
"Bang!"
The golden giant fist collided with two black, hard fists joined together, instantly creating a shockwave. The terrifying impact knocked the arriving members of the Custody Enforcement Unit to the ground, causing them to cough up blood.
In mid-air, the three fists remained locked in a stalemate, for a moment, then two...
Suddenly, Hughes, who was floating in mid-air, froze, and suddenly exerted force in his waist, breaking the evenly matched situation in an instant.
A jet-black, hard fist pressed down relentlessly on a giant, golden fist...
"Boom, boom!"
The ground beneath Makarov's feet gave way first, shattering into a spiderweb-like pattern before sinking.
Fearing that he might accidentally injure Crawford Himm and the others, Makarov gritted his teeth, hooked his foot, and kicked them next to the members of the Custody Enforcement Unit.
Taking advantage of Makarov's momentary weakness, Hughes increased his force, and the point where their fists touched made a creaking sound.
With a sound, Makarov gradually sank into the ground.
"Old man, are you sure you can handle this? If not, go home and take care of your grandson!" Hughes sneered as he stopped in time.
At this point, Makarov's lower body had sunk completely into the ground.
They adhered to the principle of putting on a convincing performance and thoroughly deflecting blame.
As Hughes landed, he mimicked Jose's tone and made a few mocking remarks to the old man.
Feeling utterly humiliated by Hughes, Makarov, head bowed and lower body buried in the ground, let out a chilling laugh, "Heh heh, young man, you don't know your place. Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!"
The next moment, terrifying golden magic erupted from Makarov's body, shooting straight into the sky like a golden pillar.
The wind and clouds stopped instantly, and the entire Magic Council seemed to fall into a realm of silence, as if everything had succumbed to this terrifying magical power.
Golden light appeared between heaven and earth from time to time. As time passed, the golden light grew more and more abundant, and the world seemed to become a golden ocean.
Hughes frowned. He had wanted to launch a surprise attack when the old man erupted, but a voice inside him stopped him.
It wanted to face this terrifying aura head-on; it wanted to confront Makarov in his rage openly and honestly...
In a daze, the sound of tearing clothes suddenly broke the silence, and the golden light in the world seemed to find its source, surging and flowing into Makarov's body.
The old man's body suddenly transformed, slowly growing to the same height as Hughes, then to the same height as the nearby buildings, and finally far exceeding the Magic Council.
At this moment, Makarov, like a giant of light, stared down at Hughes, who was covered in Armament Haki bulbs. "Kid, you were trying to ambush me, weren't you!"
Makarov stomped forward heavily, as if stepping on the eye of a storm, unleashing an endless surge of powerful winds that pressed down on Hughes with a chilling aura.
To resemble Jose Bora more closely, Hughes even dressed like Jose, and his cloak fluttered wildly when Makarov stepped on it.
Hughes grinned, pulled his right hand back and tossed it up, his cloak billowing in the wind as it landed in front of the dazed Crawford Him and the others.
Since things have come to this, let's follow our hearts!
With a slap of his massive, black hand, Hughes' entire body instantly turned black, like black iron.
The most basic level of Armament Haki can achieve is complete full-body armor.
Although being fully armed will reduce hardness, it doesn't matter, as the Perfect-Level Tekkai will make up for it.
"Bring it on!"
Hughes stared wide-eyed at Makarov and shouted. He was so excited that every cell in his body was leaping with joy.
"Bang!"
The pitch-black, hard fist and the golden, giant fist collided once more, stirring up an even more terrifying shockwave. Wherever the shockwave passed, even the solid stone slabs on the ground were ripped apart.
Another breath, two breaths...
This time, the golden giant fist, comparable in size to a house, gained the upper hand, forcing Hughes to slowly descend.
Just as he was about to land, Hughes, his face full of excitement, twisted and escaped from Makarov's giant fist, leaping up to be as tall as Makarov by stepping on his fist.
With a whip kick, a ten-meter-long Rankyaku of light pierced the air, its cold gleam striking Makarov's large face.
Makarov calmly raised his large hand and easily caught the powerful slash that could shatter mountains and cleave rivers.
"Click, click, click!"
With a slight exertion of his five fingers, the massive slash instantly shattered into several pieces, which slowly dissipated.
Hughes was not surprised at all. His legs swung, creating a series of afterimages, and in an instant, a rain of slashes enveloped the entire Magic Council.