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

The two walked for another quarter of an hour on the overgrown dirt road. The surrounding trees became increasingly dense, their branches and leaves intertwined and blocked out the sun, allowing only a little sunlight to penetrate. When the wind blew, the leaves rustled, exuding a chilling and eerie feeling.

Suddenly, Aris stopped abruptly, his shoulders trembling, and he choked on his words.

The eerie laughter, "Hehehe...hehehe..." was high-pitched and hoarse, sending chills down one's spine.

Riyao frowned upon hearing this. Without thinking, he raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head with a crisp "smack." The force wasn't great, but it was full of disgust.

"What the hell are you talking about! Would it kill you to speak properly? You're like a hen being choked, it makes me physically uncomfortable."

Aris was knocked off balance, staggering a couple of steps while clutching the back of his head, wincing in pain. The eerie atmosphere he had been in instantly shattered.

He turned around angrily, his face flushed and neck bulging as he roared, "Riyao! You dare hit me?! Let me tell you, you're surrounded! You can't escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound suddenly came from the surrounding dense forest, and more than a dozen mages emerged one after another. There were indeed quite a few of them, but their appearance…

Riyao stared wide-eyed at them; some had brightly colored, flamboyant hairstyles, red, green, and purple like a spilled paint palette, their hair gel so thick it was reflective.

Some wore ripped denim jackets with uneven pant legs and chains around their waists that jingled as they walked.

Others had dark, smoky makeup on their faces, their eyeshadow was so thick it looked like they'd been punched twice, and their lips were painted a dark purple. They looked like non-mainstream people who had just crawled out of a grave.

Ares seemed quite satisfied with his people's appearance. He spat into his palm, rubbed it, and then wiped it on his greasy hair.

He forcefully styled his bangs into a crooked, ear-shaped mess, then tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing what he thought was a handsome, wicked smile.

"Sunshine, if you know what's good for you, hand over your treasure and magic book! I might consider sparing your life and letting you join us, where you'll live the high life!"

The surrounding members of the "Funeral Love Family" immediately chimed in, some patting their chests and laughing wildly, the chains clanging loudly.

Some tiptoed towards Riyao's arms, their eyes shining.

Looking at this group of oddly dressed guys, Riyao couldn't help but burst into laughter, slapping his thigh with laughter.

"Hehe, if we could use this healing mage, we could definitely hold our heads high in the dark guilds!"

A green-haired punk rocker rubbed his hands together, his eyes greedily fixed on Riyao.

"Treasure... I want treasure..."

A short, fat henchman drooled, his eyes fixed on the direction where the gold coins had been stored, muttering those two words to himself.

"Hehehe, this young man has such delicate skin, slurp..."

A henchman with pink hair and heavy makeup licked his lips, his eyes glued to Riyao's face, his tone so greasy it could stretch into strands.

"I will cherish you..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a purple-haired, smoky-faced henchman next to him suddenly stomped his foot and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "You bastard! You actually abandoned me for him? Have you forgotten our vows of eternal love?!"

Riyao's laughter stopped abruptly, his smile froze instantly, his lips twitched, and his eyes were filled with disgust.

Coveting his treasure is one thing, coveting his magic book is another, but to covet his good looks? And to covet his good looks is one thing, but he's a man?! Damn it!

Aris, oblivious to Riyao's inner thoughts, continued with his crooked smile, adding smugly.

"Sunshine, don't be ungrateful! If you join our Funeral Love Family, we can create a dazzling look just for you: a rainbow-colored afro with black eyeliner, eight ear piercings covered in skull earrings—guaranteed you'll be the center of attention wherever you go!"

The surrounding members of the "Funeral Love" group immediately cheered, and the green-haired henchman, waving an iron chain, shouted: "Join Funeral Love, and become the master of looks!"

The pink-haired henchman swayed his hips and chimed in, "Give up the resistance, embrace true love!"

The purple-haired henchman was still wiping away tears: "Unless he agrees to share with me, I will never accept!"

Riyao took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, his fingertips glowing with a faint green light, but the smile on his face was gone, replaced by a look of disgust that said, "I'm so hurt I want to hit someone."

"Your lousy family... and this awful style..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden Fairy Tail guild crest on his chest suddenly lit up with a dazzling light!

Golden patterns spread from the emblem, crawling up the neck to the limbs and face. The Hundred Tactics Formation was activated instantly. Magic power mixed with life force surged through the body like a tide, and even the surrounding air rippled with gold. The originally faint green and gold magic power suddenly surged, and the momentum soared!

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily turned upwards, almost replicating Aris's crooked smile.

Holy crap!

Riyao suddenly realized what was happening, raised his hand, and pinched the corner of his mouth tightly.

Damn it! We've been led astray by these non-mainstream groups! We absolutely cannot be assimilated!

As he released his grip, a smug and mocking smile appeared on his face: "Hehehe, you ignorant scum, you've got it backwards! It's not you surrounding me, it's me surrounding you!"

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the ground beneath Riyao's feet instantly cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading outwards, and debris flying everywhere.

His figure vanished from the spot as if by teleportation, leaving only a golden afterimage. The wind pressure stirred up the surrounding fallen leaves and dust, forming a small whirlwind.

In the next instant, Riyao appeared in the most densely populated area of ​​the crowd, like a wolf among sheep!

The green-haired henchman screamed and flew backward. His stiff, frizzy hair was mostly smoothed out by magic energy, and the hair that had been glued back with hair gel was now limp and stuck to his scalp. In an instant, he went from being a "handsome guy" to just another "passerby".

"Great Compassion Gatling Gun, Muda Muda Muda Muda..."

"Treasure... My treasure..."

Before the short, stout henchman #3 could react, Sunshine punched him in the stomach with a backhand. The impact of the golden magic energy sent him rolling away like a ball, scattering the few copper coins he had secretly hidden in his pocket all over the ground.

Sunlight moved with lightning speed, weaving freely through the crowd. With each swing of his fist, green healing magic and gold attack magic exploded alternately.

Just as the pink-haired henchman was about to come over and "show affection" to him, Riyao slammed his knee into his stomach, causing his greasy makeup to smudge and he flew away crying for his parents.

The purple-haired henchman was still wiping away tears when Riyao casually slapped him, sending him crashing into a tree like a kite with a broken string. His smoky makeup was all over his face, making him look like a panda.

Ares was terrified, his previous arrogance vanished, and he turned to run away.

"Impossible! How can a healing mage be so powerful?!"

"Huh? Your intelligence gathering skills are terrible. You didn't even bother to find out anything about me before you started picking a fight."

"Ah—my hairstyle!"

Aris let out a piercing scream as he was punched to the ground, his head embedding itself in the dirt. His carefully applied hair gel was completely ruined, his hair was a mess covered in dust, and his crooked smile turned into a mournful one.

The surrounding members of the "Funeral Love Family" were so frightened that they ran away in terror, no longer daring to be arrogant. Some fled with their heads in their hands, while others knelt down and begged for mercy.

The once eerie forest was now filled only with screams and pleas for mercy, along with the eerie "hehehe" laughter of the sun.

Sure enough, my own strange, raucous laughter was much more exciting.