Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

Stinger and Natsu arrived on the beach, each standing at one end, their fighting spirit palpable.

The sea breeze blew from the side, stirring the hems of their clothes, and the moonlight cast two long shadows.

Stinger just asked Naz to fight him, like a little fan who has finally met their idol and mustered up the courage to make such a request.

Natsu agreed without hesitation, even sporting an excited smile that seemed to say, "Finally, someone has come to me willingly."

Stinger took a deep breath, clenched his fists and hung at his sides, his whole body taut like a fully drawn bow.

"Mr. Natsu, don't hold back!"

Natsu grinned, a grin devoid of any politeness, revealing only pure, primal fighting instinct. He clasped his fists together in front of his chest.

"Wow! It's on fire!"

Before the words were even finished, the two of them charged at each other at the same time, kicking up sand from their feet.

Stinger is now a head shorter than Natsu, but his charging momentum is in no way inferior, and every step he takes is heavy and steady.

White Dragon's Iron Fist

The Fire Dragon's Iron Fist

The moment their fists collided, a muffled boom exploded, and the shockwave spread in all directions from the point where their fists met. The sand beneath their feet was shaken into a shallow crater, and grains of sand flew out like raindrops.

Stinger's arm jerked violently, the bones creaking.

He was sent flying by that brute force, doing two backflips and carving two deep furrows in the sand with his feet before he could barely regain his balance, his heels sinking half an inch into the sand.

His fist was still slightly numb, and there was a faint stinging pain in the web of his hand, but he gritted his teeth, and the pain was like a fire, burning his fighting spirit even more fiercely.

He quickly attacked Natsu again, his punches and kicks were swift and powerful, one punch after another, his moves were so fast that they seemed to fly, and each strike left a trail of white light.

Natsu handled it with ease, barely moving his feet, only slightly turning his body, raising his arm, and blocking.

Stinger's punches and kicks hit him like hitting a red-hot iron plate, each one bouncing off.

But he showed no impatience whatsoever, and even had time to ask questions, his tone as casual as if he were chatting.

"Huh, you're a Dragon Slayer Mage too? Do you know Igneel? He disappeared in X777."

Stinger answered as he threw a punch, his fist flashing white light as it hurtled toward Natsu's face. Natsu dodged it by tilting his head, the white light grazing his ear and leaving a trail of afterimage in the air.

"I don't know. I only know about the White Dragon Byslogia and the Shadow Dragon Skiadram."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly delivered a side kick, the back of his foot flashing white light as he slammed it hard into Natsu's abdomen.

Natsu slid back half a step, but it was more like he gave up the step willingly than he was kicked out.

Stinger gritted his teeth, pushed off hard, and landed his foot on Natsu's side, using the recoil to bounce away. At the same time, he pushed Natsu back a few steps, and the sand was splashed up by the two of them.

Rogge stood aside, coldly watching the battle unfold before finally speaking, his voice low and steady.

"I am the Shadow Dragon Slayer Mage."

Natsu turned to look at him, his belligerent smile widening, his grin stretching to his ears, his fists clenching even tighter, sparks flickering between his fingers.

"Why don't you all come at me together, hahahaha."

Rector immediately exploded, his little paws snapping open from his waist, his whiskers standing on end in anger, and his tail whipping behind him like a lash.

"Hey, how dare you underestimate Stinger! He's a third-generation Dragon Slayer Mage!"

"Third generation?"

Natsu tilted his head, his brows furrowing slightly, clearly hearing this for the first time, but his fists remained clenched and his fighting spirit undiminished.

Rector puffed out his little chest, put his little hands on his hips, and held his chin high, looking like he was saying, "Listen up, you bumpkins!" His voice was full of pride.

"You were raised by dragons, so you're from the first generation. Those who had the Dragon Slayer Crystal implanted are from the second generation. Sting and Rogue were raised by dragons and then had the Dragon Slayer Crystal implanted, so they're from the third generation!"

Stinger added, his tone calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary, but a fleeting, complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"In X777, we killed the dragon that raised us and implanted their Dragon Slayer Crystal into our bodies."

This statement was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

Natsu's smile froze on his face, replaced by a surge of anger that rose from the depths of his heart, and fine dragon scale patterns appeared on both sides of his cheeks.

"You killed the dragon that raised you?!"

Flames of blue and red intertwined rose from his body, indicating that he had entered Azure Flame Dragon Mode.

The onlookers gasped in surprise. Lucy covered her mouth, Wendy's eyes widened, Gray's brows furrowed into a knot, and even the usually composed Erza's expression changed slightly.

Riyao sat on the rock, paused in his act of cracking sunflower seeds, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing. His shoulders trembled, and sunflower seed shells fell from between his fingers.

"Haha, you two killed a dragon? With that kind of strength, how did you manage to kill it? Are you trying to make the other side laugh?"

His tone was flippant and blunt, as if he were listening to a bad joke. He had that kind of smile that made people angry just by looking at him, and he tossed a sunflower seed into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

Roger and Stinger turned to look at Sunshine at the same time, their eyes filled with annoyance and resentment at being questioned. Stinger clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"What do you know? We did kill them."

Sunlight casually patted the sunflower seed crumbs off his hands, pointed a finger at Natsu, and spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"Fine, you guys say you can kill a dragon, then prove it. If you can't even beat Natsu, then you're just bragging."

Natsu grinned, but the anger from before was gone, replaced by a purer, more intense fighting spirit.

"bring it on."

Roger also pulled his hands out of his pockets, and the shadows beside him began to writhe unnaturally, wrapping around his arms as if they were alive, gleaming with a dark purplish-black light in the moonlight.

Stinger and Rogue simultaneously activated the power of the dragon.

Stinger's fist was enveloped in white light, the light so solid it looked like a layer of armor covering his knuckles.

Roger's hands were swallowed by thick shadows, and black mist kept overflowing from his fingertips, churning and twisting in the air.

The two, one on the left and one on the right, fought against Natsu, and the battle gradually intensified.

Stinger's speed increased, each strike enveloped in white light, hitting Natsu's blocks with muffled thuds.

Rogue launched a surprise attack from the flank, his shadow transforming into a sharp blade that pierced through the ground. Natsu dodged to the side, the shadow blades cutting deep cracks into the sand beneath his feet, sending sand flying everywhere.

Natsu fought two opponents alone, but the fight became more and more exciting, and his flames grew stronger. Every punch he threw created a scorching arc of fire.

Riyao sat on a boulder, cracking sunflower seeds, his legs dangling over the edge of the rock as he watched the three fighting with great interest.

Mirajane leaned on Riyao's shoulder and ate sunflower seeds together, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. The sunflower seed shells were neatly stacked on Riyao's lap, like she was building a miniature castle.

"Those two kids are pretty energetic, aren't they? Stinger feels like Natsu when he was a kid."

"You know what, they really are similar in personality."

Wendy came to Sunshine's side, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her little face full of confusion and unease. Her gaze went back and forth between Stinger and Roger, before she looked up at Sunshine.

"Could they be telling the truth?"

Riyao paused in his sunflower seed-eating motion, then shook his head with a resolute tone, as if denying an absurd hypothesis.

"How is that possible? Although I've never seen a real dragon, according to descriptions in ancient books, adult dragons can easily destroy a city. Their scales are harder than steel, and their breath can melt rocks."

He tossed the sunflower seed shells aside and held up a finger in the air.

"They are so weak now, but if we go back seven years, they couldn't even break a single dragon scale."

Wendy nodded thoughtfully, but couldn't help glancing at Stinger again, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Floyd thinks so too."

At some point, Frosty the frog cat came over and stood at Wendy's feet, her little hands behind her back, her head nodding slightly, her tone earnest and obedient.

Wendy looked down at Frosty, and couldn't help but bend down and gently stroke its head. Frosty blinked, didn't dodge, and instead rubbed against her palm slightly.

Rector watched the three fighting, stroked his chin, rubbed his little paws on it, and frowned more and more.

After thinking it over calmly, it also felt that it seemed unlikely. With Stinger's current strength, let alone killing a dragon, he couldn't even beat Natsu, let alone seven years ago.

But Stinger said this himself, so is he lying? No, Stinger never lies about these things, so what's going on?

On the sand, Stinger and Rogue stood side by side, both panting heavily. Their dragon power was still circulating, but the exhaustion had slowed their movements.

Stinger wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, stared intently at Natsu, and spoke in a hoarse but firm voice.

"Let me show you the techniques we use to slay dragons."

Roger didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly. He slowly raised his hands in front of him, and shadows emerged from his fingertips, condensing into a black sphere in his palms, so black it seemed to devour all the surrounding light.

Stinger also raised his hands, and white light burst forth from his palms, condensing into a dazzling white sphere of light, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Light and shadow converged and merged between the two palms, and the white and black balls seemed to be drawn together by an invisible thread, slowly approaching each other.

The moment they made contact, two completely opposite forces collided, producing a piercing buzzing sound, and the air itself trembled.

It eventually coalesced into a giant two-colored sphere of light, half pure white and half pitch black, with the dividing line in the middle constantly fluctuating.

It rotated slowly like the Yin and Yang spheres of Tai Chi, radiating a chilling pressure, and the sand beneath its feet was pressed into a shallow, round pit by this force.

【Holy Shadow Dragon Fang Flash】

Stinger and Roger threw punches simultaneously, their fists slamming into the two-colored light sphere. The sphere suddenly exploded, transforming into a black and white interwoven energy wave that shot out with a roar.

The air was torn apart wherever it passed, producing a sharp whistling sound, and the residual pressure of the energy wave plowed a deep trench into the sand.

Natsu took a deep breath, his chest expanded, his cheeks puffed out, and his magical power rapidly condensed. Flames surged from his abdomen, and scorching air overflowed from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, distorting the surrounding air.

[The Roar of the Azure Flame Dragon]

A burst of blue and red flames erupted from Natsu's mouth, so hot that the air itself seemed to be burning, and it emitted a deep rumble.

The two forces collided in the very center of the beach.

boom!

The massive shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, forcing the seawater back more than ten meters, revealing large areas of wet sand.

Dust filled the sky, obscuring everyone's vision; only the interplay of blue-red and black-and-white light flickered continuously at the point of impact.