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

Nirdo Longra was sent flying backward with tremendous force, but Sunburst missed.

Riyao quickly looked up, gazing at the sky. He saw a pair of dark purple wings stretching out from behind the other party. The wings were composed of countless feathers arranged closely together, and were not formed by magic.

Riyao felt a chill run down his spine. There was only one possibility: he was a cyborg born from some insane experiment.

"Haha, isn't it beautiful? My wings are such a wonderful masterpiece."

Nirdor Lonra laughed wildly in the air, his eyes full of smugness.

"He~tui, a bird with mixed feathers."

Riyao looked disdainful and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"You foul-mouthed brat, die!"

Nirdo Longra was completely enraged, his eyes wide with fury, wishing he could tear Sunshine to pieces immediately.

"Stop! I have a question. If I die, where will my life force come from? How will I serve as the vessel you need?"

Riyao remained calm and composed as he spoke.

Nirdor Lonra was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize he had been tricked. He turned red with anger, scratched his head, and roared in frustration.

"Never mind all that, just beat you until you're completely unable to resist, then die!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flapped his wings with great force, and those dark purple wings were like black giant waves in a raging storm.

In an instant, countless dark purple feathers shot out like arrows, each feather accompanied by the sound of wind breaking.

They intertwined in the air, forming a dense network of firepower like a steel curtain, which swept wildly towards the sun.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, completely ignoring his fallen comrade. At this moment, all he felt was rage at Riyao, which was like a surging tide of fury.

Under the overwhelming barrage of feathers, Riyao dodged left and right like a ghost, like a little bird struggling in a storm.

However, the results were minimal; the dark purple feathers were simply too dense, like a swarm of frenzied bees.

In no time, his body was covered in feathers, and he looked disheveled. His clothes were torn, and blood was seeping from his wounds.

Nirdor Lonra's lips curled into a strange smile, like a demon's fangs revealed in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the dark purple feathers shimmered with an eerie light, which grew brighter and brighter, like a volcano about to erupt.

Riyao's expression changed drastically in an instant, a strong sense of crisis welling up in his heart.

Before he could react further, he was completely engulfed by the sudden explosion.

"Bang..."

The deafening roar was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart, as if the whole world was trembling.

The blast generated airflow that spread wildly in all directions, creating a strong wind that uprooted the surrounding trees and sent dust flying, obscuring the entire sky.

The aftershocks of the explosion raged like a surging wave, leaving the surrounding ground cratered and filled with billowing smoke and dust that blotted out the sun.

Nirdor Lonra hovered in the air, a cruel anticipation in his eyes, waiting for the smoke and dust to dissipate so he could enjoy the pitiful state of the Sun.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly blew away the thick dust, and Riyao's figure gradually appeared.

His clothes were riddled with holes, and blood flowed continuously from his wounds. He was swaying precariously, yet he stubbornly stood still.

However, under the gentle effect of the "Healing Magic - Hundred Battles", his injuries were healing rapidly at a visible speed.

Sunlight looked up, gave a friendly gesture to Nildor Longra in the air, and grimaced as he cursed, "Ouch, that hurts! I'm not playing with you anymore, Nildor Longra."

After saying that, he turned and ran without hesitation. It wasn't that he couldn't beat Nildo Lonra, but rather that the current situation was simply too difficult.

Without any ranged attack methods, one can only passively take hits. If this continues, one will eventually be worn down and killed by the opponent.

Besides, there are no hostages or other factors to worry about right now. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best. Let's make a run for it.

He kicked up pebbles that crashed down from beneath his feet, and shot towards the valley entrance like an arrow. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing laugh came from the clouds, the sound carrying magical energy that ripped through the wind as it crashed down.

"You think you can escape? If you dare take a single step out of the valley, the residents of those three towns to the south will all die with you today!"

Riyao's steps came to an abrupt halt, his boots scraping across the sand, leaving a deep half-meter-long mark that nearly wore through the soles.

He gritted his teeth, his chest aching from the helplessness and resentment he felt: "Thank you for the generous gift! Either I should just turn to the dark side and give up, or I should just become deaf and blind, then I could run away with a clear conscience! Why is it that my damn moral bottom line just won't let me get past this!"

Once your weakness is exploited, there's nothing you can do.

Riyao could only stop in his tracks, clench his fists and turn around, his shoulders and back, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again like a fully drawn bow.

Those feather bombs that he had previously shaken off, which clung to him like a persistent ailment, indeed came crashing down on him again with a scorching whistling sound.

Despite dodging and weaving the attacks from the feathers, Riyao was still constantly scratched and blasted by them, bleeding profusely.

But he remained stubborn.

"Hey, you scruffy bird, is that all you've got? Where did you get those feathers from? They're all limp and lifeless, like you're just scratching an itch!"

Enraged, Nirdor Lonra roared and unleashed a dark purple magic circle, chanting, "Dark Wing Storm!"

Instantly, the surrounding air became extremely cold, and the dark purple feathers formed a huge storm that swept towards the sun.

Where the storm passed, trees were uprooted and deep scratches were carved into the ground.

Riyao was swept into the storm, and he felt his body being pulled by a powerful force, almost making him lose his balance.

But he still endured the pain and shouted sarcastically, "Is your storm just farting? It stinks so badly, it's making me want to throw up!"

Countless feathers swirled around Riyao in the storm, and explosions echoed continuously.

Enraged, Nirdor Lonra increased his magical output, making the storm even more violent.

Sunlight struggled to stay afloat amidst the storm, his "Healing Magic - Hundred Battles" constantly repairing his injuries.

Sunburst shouted at Nildor Longra, "You scruffy bird, is that all you've got? If you're so capable, come down and fight me hand-to-hand! Don't cower in the sky like a turtle!"

Nirdor Longra swooped down, passing over Sunshine's head, and sneered.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Just surrender obediently, it will be your honor to become Lord Zeref's vessel."

"This honor is yours, you scruffy bird!"

Sunlight picked up a stone and threw it at him with great force. If it hit, it would definitely cause injury. Unfortunately, due to the storm and the fact that Nildor Longra was not stupid, he easily dodged it.