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

Laxus devoured all the blue lightning.

His original golden lightning was stained blue.

His injuries were fully healed, and his magic power was restored.

He stood up, and the golden lightning completely turned blue.

Crackle, crackle.

Azure arcs of electricity danced around him. Unlike the previous violent golden lightning, the azure lightning was more restrained, but each arc of electricity exuded an even more terrifying power.

The air was ionized, emitting a low hum, and the surrounding leaves trembled from the aftershocks of the electric arc.

Azma's eyes lit up, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Great, this will allow me to play more freely."

He crossed his arms, radiating pure excitement.

The man in front of him exuded a magical aura that was several levels stronger than before, and the oppressive feeling made his blood boil.

Laxus looked up.

His eyes sparkled with wisps of blue lightning, and the depths of his pupils shimmered with the light of thunder.

He didn't speak, but just stared at Azma with his electrifying eyes.

Noisy!

A streak of blue electricity shot out from Laxus, leaving a blinding trail in the air.

The next second, Azma collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It wasn't that he wanted to lie down; Laxus was already above him.

With a tomahawk-style downward kick, his right leg rose high, crackling with blue lightning, and slashed down fiercely from above.

The Azure Thunder Dragon's Battle Axe

boom!

His heel slammed into Azma's back, causing blue lightning to explode and the shockwave to blast a circular crater in the ground.

Gravel and dirt were blasted everywhere, and Azma was pinned to the ground.

Countless wooden swords shot out from the tree trunks, hurtling towards Laxus with a whooshing sound.

Laxus didn't take the hit head-on; instead, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated backward, the wooden sword grazing past the hem of his clothes.

Azma seized the opportunity to get up from the ground, swayed, and rushed towards the nearest tree trunk, trying to blend into the tree and hide again.

He took a step and froze.

Laxus stood still, his right hand raised above his head.

Azure lightning condensed wildly in his palm, growing larger and brighter until it finally solidified into a massive halberd.

The halberd was made of pure blue lightning, with arcs of electricity dancing on the blade and emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

【Azure Thunder Dragon - Halberd】

By the time Azma saw it, it was too late.

Laxus hurled his halberd with a sudden thud.

boom!!!

The azure lightning halberd tore through the air, leaving a blinding azure trail, and struck Azma squarely in the body.

Lightning exploded, and a bluish light dyed the entire woodland the same color.

The impact of the halberd piercing through his body sent Azma flying, his body tumbling several times in the air before crashing into three large trees before finally coming to a stop.

"Ah!"

Azma let out a scream as half of his body was charred black, his skin carbonized by the lightning, emitting a burnt smell.

He could barely lift his left hand; his fingers were twitching uncontrollably.

But he did not fall.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and unleashed a torrent of magic.

The surrounding trees all went berserk.

The tree trunks were twisted, the roots were pulled out of the soil, and the branches grew wildly, making the whole forest seem to come alive.

Countless vines, wooden swords, and tree roots surged toward Laxus from all directions, blotting out the sky and blocking out even the sunlight.

Laxus weaved through the gaps in the attack.

He transformed into a streak of blue lightning, moving at an incredible speed.

Each time it flashed, it left behind only a gradually fading blue afterimage.

The vines entangled the afterimage, the wooden sword pierced through it, and the tree roots smashed it, but none of them could touch the real him.

Taking advantage of Laxus's moment of distraction, Azma merged his body into the trunk of a large tree, disappearing completely within it.

Laxus stopped and looked around.

The surrounding area was full of trees, dozens of towering trees crowded together, each one possibly hiding Azima.

He couldn't sense the other's presence; Azma's magical energy had completely merged into the trees, becoming one with the entire forest.

Laxus was in a bad mood.

He frowned, then suddenly spoke, as if talking to someone.

"Hey, can't you force him to come out?"

The air was quiet for a second.

Azma was ejected from the tree trunk, tumbled in the air, and staggered to the ground.

The astonishment on his face was so obvious, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, he had no idea how he had been caught.

Laxus's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't give Azma time to react.

【Dragon Slayer Secret Technique: Thunderous Roar】

He gathered the ultimate magical power in his right fist, and the blue lightning was compressed wildly, making the light on his fist dazzling.

The electric arc crackled and popped, growing increasingly shrill, turning from a buzzing sound into a piercing scream, as if a thousand birds were chirping on his fist.

He threw a punch.

boom!!!

The fist slammed into Azma's chest, and violent blue lightning exploded on his body.

Lightning raged, and the shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees, snapped more than a dozen large trees in half, and sent wood chips and gravel flying into the sky. The entire forest was shaking violently.

Azma's body was blasted away, crashing through rows of trees.

Finally, he fell into a pile of rubble, his body charred black, with many parts carbonized, and emitting a burnt smell.

His eyes rolled back, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body twitched twice, and then he became completely still.

Laxus didn't even glance at it.

He withdrew his fist, flicked the electric arc off his wrist, and turned to walk out of the woods.

The blue lightning around him gradually subsided, but the electric light in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

The scenery on the beach was completely different from what we had just seen.

The once smooth beach is now full of potholes, with huge cracks and depressions everywhere.

Seawater poured into the crack, churning up mud and sand, making it extremely murky.

Most of the rocks on the shore were broken, and the rubble was scattered all over the ground.

Makarov was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but his back remained ramrod straight.

"Kildarts, you idiot!"

He roared, and his voice echoed across the beach.

Gildarts stood opposite him, a sheepish grin on his face, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"I don't want to either, President. But my body just won't cooperate..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body involuntarily threw a punch at Makarov.

Makarov quickly dodged to the side, the fist grazing his shoulder, the wind from the punch making his cloak flutter loudly.

boom!

The force of the punch landed on the ground behind him, and the sand instantly cracked.

The entire beach looked like it had been cut into countless pieces of tofu, with square cracks spreading out densely.

Precht, the guild leader of the Devil's Heart, sat leisurely on a large rock on the shore, his hands crossed on his knees.

"Makarov, this is the power of lost magic! Magic that points directly to the very essence of magic."

His voice carried a condescending sense of satisfaction, as if he were watching a meticulously arranged performance.

Behind him, Hua Yuan Xikaer fiddled with the cursed doll in his hand.

The doll had a single orange-red hair tied up on its head; that was Gildarts' hair.

Hua Yuan's fingers traced patterns on the doll's body, controlling Gildarts's every movement.

"Get them!"

Hua Yuan pressed down with his finger, and Kirdas charged toward Makarov uncontrollably once again.

Ultear stood behind the two, her eyes fixed on the cursed doll.

Her expression was calm, but there was something indescribable hidden deep in her eyes.

Precht turned to look at Urutia.

"Ultear, go find Zeref for me."

Urutia did not answer immediately, a smile playing on her lips.

"I also want to see how the Fairy Tail guild master dies."

Her tone was light and casual, as if she were talking about something trivial.

Precht looked back at the disheveled Makarov, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Today, the fairy is destined to fall."

"Is that so?"

Urutia responded softly, her expression unreadable.

Her gaze shifted from Precht to the cursed doll in Hua Yuan's hand, a glint flashing in her eyes.

Precht was oblivious to Urudia's strange behavior; his entire attention was focused on Makarov, and he was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

Makarov once again dodged Kirdas's attack and retreated behind a reef.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a medicine bottle.

The bottle wasn't large, and the liquid inside had a faint emerald green glow; it was something Riyao had given him before.

"That kid said to use it in a pinch..."

He uncorked the medicine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the liquid entered my throat, a burning sensation exploded from my stomach and surged through my blood vessels throughout my body.

Makarov felt a burning heat all over his body, his bones were cracking, his muscles were contracting and expanding, and wisps of white smoke were rising from his skin. Soon, the white smoke turned into a thick fog that enveloped his entire body.

Gildarts punched away the smoke.

The force of the punch dispersed the white smoke, revealing the figures inside.

Makarov leaped out of the smoke and landed on a rock.

Precht's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up from the rock, his composure and calmness vanishing instantly.

"How is this possible?!"

Makarov looks much younger now.

His previously wrinkled skin became firm, his hunched back straightened, and he even seemed to have grown taller.

The most outrageous thing is the hair; the top of the head, which was originally so bald it was shiny, is now very thick and swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

His physical condition has recovered to its peak.

Urudia seized the opportunity and naturally extended his hand toward Huayuan.

"Huayuan, give me the doll, let me have it."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

While Hua Yuan was still peeking at Makarov's changes, he was called by Urudia and instinctively handed over the cursed doll.

Precht was still in shock, staring wide-eyed at the younger Makarov, his lips trembling slightly, completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

His attention was completely drawn to Makarov, and only one thought remained in his mind.

If I could get this...