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

Sunlight lay prostrate behind a low slope in the Blackbone Mountains, his fingertips lightly touching the ground, and magic quietly spread through the soil.

This is his usual method of detection, which is more covert and precise than magical perception.

Soon, dense life fluctuations came from the direction of the abandoned mine. They were not random wild beasts, but rather moving in a regular pattern, numbering at least forty or fifty.

He immediately dismissed the idea of ​​forcing his way in.

He wasn't a reckless fool. Facing so many people alone was already a disadvantage, and who knew if there was a powerful leader lurking deep inside?

"I don't want to work myself to death fighting. If I mess up, the whole guild will suffer the consequences."

As Riyao was retreating, preparing to take a detour to call for reinforcements, a sudden change occurred.

The soil beneath his feet suddenly churned, and hidden binding vines burst forth, wrapping around his limbs and ankles.

He tensed up, his physical strength erupted instantly, and he pushed off the ground with his feet, leaping into the air and deftly dodging the unexpected entanglement.

The moment they landed, several dark spell lights suddenly lit up the surroundings.

Countless black-robed mages emerged from behind the rocks and through the dense forest, layer upon layer, blocking all escape routes and surrounding him completely.

A dark-skinned figure slowly emerged, bathed in a halo of darkness. His magnificent black robe was embroidered with incantations. He clapped his hands leisurely, his tone calculating.

"Lord Sunrise, you've finally arrived."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Nildor Lonra, the president of the Blacklight Society."

Riyao paused, his face blank, and casually asked, "What are you barking like a dog?"

Nieldo completely ignored his offense, absorbed in his own scheme, and burst into laughter.

"I've orchestrated this entire scheme, spreading plague to sacrifice the townspeople. This will both please Lord Zeref and lure you into a trap, allowing me to seize your body. Truly killing two birds with one stone!"

Riyao frowned, his face full of disgust.

"Sorry, I don't like men. Even if you get my body, you won't get my heart."

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard!"

Nieldo broke down instantly, roaring in fury.

"Who wants your heart! I intend to refine your body into a vessel to serve Lord Zeref!"

"Tch." Riyao curled his lip. "You've been putting on airs for so long, and now you've lost all your class."

These words thoroughly enraged Nildor. His face contorted with rage, and he roared, "Get him! Sew this bastard's mouth shut!"

In an instant, the black-robed mages who had surrounded them all rushed forward, their magic surging.

Riyao suppressed his playful demeanor, his entire body tensing abruptly. Without relying on any magic or summoning any plants, he stood firm, relying solely on his long-tempered physique, and faced the swarming onslaught head-on.

"Healing Magic - Hundred Battles" is activated instantly, golden patterns crawl up the body, the self-healing power is maximized, the skin and flesh become extremely resilient, and even if injured, they can heal rapidly.

With its superhuman strength mode fully activated, its seemingly ordinary body unleashes explosive power far exceeding its appearance.

He gave a low shout, took a deep step, and charged into the crowd like a cannonball.

The mage swung his sword at him, but Sunlight neither dodged nor avoided it. He took the blow head-on with his left arm, and the magic only left a shallow mark on his skin before it was instantly wiped away by the blue light.

Before the other party could react, he clenched his right fist, twisted his waist and abdomen, and smashed his fist into the other party's face with a whooshing sound.

"Bang!"

The enemy's nose collapsed, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the rocks and losing consciousness.

Someone swept a short stick across his knee from the side. Riyao shifted his weight, his right leg remaining as still as a steel pillar. He grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand, pulled hard in the direction of the force, and pushed forward, snapping the arm with a "crack." At the same time, his knee struck the man's chest, slamming him into the mud.

The fighting skills I've practiced over the past two years have all come in handy. I've mastered the art of using an opponent's force against them and controlling my center of gravity perfectly, making every strike both effortless and deadly.

The enemy's magical blades and poisonous thorns kept hitting him, some grazing his skin and flesh, others embedding themselves in his shoulder.

But the "Hundred Battles" magic never stops, and the wounds scab over and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing before even a drop of blood has a chance to fall.

Ignoring all of this, Riyao charged recklessly, swinging his fists alternately, each punch landing with a sharp, bone-crackling sound.

He grabbed a mage by the back of the collar and swung him around like a chick, knocking down three of his accomplices before letting go.

Two more people rushed up and grabbed his waist, but Riyao suddenly bent over and used his concentrated strength to throw them away. When they landed, he also kicked them twice to break their ankles.

In the chaotic battle, Riyao was like an uninhabited land, frantically dealing damage from all directions.

A bluish light flickered on his body, a testament to his rapidly circulating self-healing power. His fists never stopped, and his seemingly slender frame concealed overwhelming strength.

His face was expressionless, only filled with exhilarating pleasure. This long-awaited serious battle was much more comfortable than facing stacks of medical appointment forms.

Nirdor Lonra stood on the outskirts of the battle, watching his men fall one after another like wheat being harvested. There was no pity on his face; instead, his pupils grew brighter and brighter, and a savage, almost greedy smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on Riyao, his gaze as intense as a hungry wolf staring at its prey, almost burning with desire.

The bluish light flowing across Riyao's body, the resilience that allowed it to heal instantly after being injured, and the vibrant life force that remained even when surrounded—all these became the most alluring luster in his eyes.

This body is even more perfect than he imagined!

"Hahaha... That's great! It's absolutely perfect!"

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"To withstand so many attacks and still be able to unleash a barrage of attacks, its self-healing and vitality are so incredibly strong—it's practically a vessel tailor-made for Lord Zeref!"

One of the henchmen was sent flying by Sunshine's punch, landing right at his feet. Neildo didn't even glance at him, simply stepping over him and moving closer to the battle.

His gaze swept over every movement of Riyao, greedily sensing the continuous life force, and his breathing became rapid.

"The stronger a vessel is, the more vigorous its life force becomes; only such a vessel can bear Lord Zeref's power!"

Nirdor Lonra was consumed by his fanatical covetousness, his gaze fixed on Sunrise's body, muttering praises incessantly, completely oblivious to the battle unfolding around him.

While he was distracted by speaking, the remaining henchmen still pounced on him frantically.

Ordinary mages are physically weak, lacking both a strong physique and the ability to heal themselves, so how could they withstand Sunburst's precise and ferocious punches and kicks?

Each collision was a one-sided crushing defeat. Crackling sounds echoed continuously as one after another, the black-robed men fell to the ground, unable to withstand even a single blow.

In just a few breaths, the crowd that had been surrounding them was almost completely wiped out, and the ground was littered with the powerless dark mages.

He raised his hand, gathering dense dark magic power. A dark purple aura covered his entire body. He hunched over and let out a low roar.

Sunlight, disregarding all martial ethics, charged directly in front of Nildor Longra and threw a punch straight at his face.