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

Chairman Makarov, sitting on the wooden barrel, helplessly rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

"Sigh... These young people nowadays, their aesthetic sense is getting weirder and weirder. Back in my day, when I was young, that was real handsomeness. This golden light was dazzling. Sunburst, if your magic could only be used for lighting, the guild could save a lot on electricity bills."

Faced with the barrage of criticism, Riyao didn't get angry but instead laughed. He extended a finger and shook it gently, with a profound expression that said, "You mortals simply don't understand."

"Superficial! So superficial!"

Sunrise protested loudly.

"This isn't just some glowing graffiti, this is art! It's the embodiment of power! You old fogies and tsundere types who don't know how to appreciate it, don't let my cool moves scare you so much your jaws drop!"

Gildarts looked at the young man before him, who was full of fighting spirit and radiating golden light. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a look of seriousness and admiration.

"Hahaha! Interesting! Really interesting!"

Gildarts burst into laughter, casually tearing off his cloak and tossing it aside.

"While it does look a bit like a glowing leopard, the flow of this magic... is quite unusual. Come on, brat! Let me see just how good this thing you've been working on for two years really is! If you dare disappoint me, I'll really beat the shit out of you!"

Before he finished speaking, Gildarts suddenly unleashed an extremely terrifying surge of magical power.

The magical force, as heavy as a physical object, instantly swept across the entire backyard.

The surrounding air seemed to become heavy, and the gravel and dust on the ground trembled slightly from this invisible force, suspending in mid-air.

The crowd, who had been laughing and joking, instantly fell silent, all eyes fixed on the two people in the center of the room. They knew.

Feeling the oppressive weight of Gildarts, which was as heavy as a mountain, Sunburst did not back down at all; instead, he smiled.

To fit Fairy Tail's style, he combined the Yin Seal and the Hundred Healings Technique.

Healing Magic: Hundred Battles

With a low shout from Riyao, the golden patterns on his body glowed faintly.

Gildarts certainly wouldn't use his full strength; he was just playing around with the kid, unleashing a power that was roughly enough to overpower Sunrise.

"boom--"

In an instant, the surrounding trees were blown about, and the stone slabs on the ground began to shatter.

Chairman Makarov closed his eyes in anguish, clutching his chest with both hands, and wailed, "My backyard! My wallet! Couldn't those two bastards have been a little gentler?!"

However, the two people in the arena could no longer hear the president's wails.

Gildarts laughed heartily and said, "If that's all, that won't do."

Riyao exerted force with both legs, and his whole body rushed towards Gildarts like an arrow released from a bow.

His fist, covered in golden patterns, sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Gildarts' face.

"Well done!"

Gildarts roared, neither dodging nor avoiding, and threw a punch to meet Sunburst's attack.

Two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

"boom--"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the guild, and a violent surge of magical energy raged outwards from the two individuals.

At the very center of this shockwave, a relatively slender figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

A golden beam of light streaked across the air in a rapid parabola, accompanied by a chilling cracking sound—the mournful cry of bones breaking instantly under the crushing force of absolute power.

"Bang!"

The sun slammed heavily against the thick stone wall at the edge of the backyard, the enormous impact creating a deep, spiderweb-like crater in the wall.

Gravel fell in a flurry, accompanied by thick dust billowing into the sky, instantly engulfing his figure completely.

The once bustling guild backyard fell into a deathly silence.

Gildarts remained in a fist-pumping stance, but a rare hint of annoyance and panic flashed across his usually stern, rugged face.

He jerked his fist back, looked at his hand that had just unleashed terrifying power, and cursed under his breath, "Damn, I used too much force unconsciously just now."

Even though he forcibly withdrew most of his magic power at the last moment, the pure physical impact unleashed by the body of the strongest adult mage was something that a ten-year-old boy could not easily withstand.

The clear sound of bones breaking was like a sharp needle, piercing the nerves of everyone present.

"Gildas! What are you doing, you brainless idiot?!"

Chairman Makarov, who had been leisurely stroking his beard, suddenly froze, then leaped up from the barrel, pointing at Gildarts's nose and cursing loudly.

"You're sparring with a brat, not hunting an S-class monster! You clueless idiot!"

The guild leader's roar shattered the brief silence. The surrounding guild members snapped out of their daze, their relaxed expressions of watching the spectacle instantly replaced by deep worry and anxiety.

All eyes turned to the still-lingering plumes of smoke and dust.

Marcao threw down his pipe, his brows furrowed, his face so grave it was almost dripping with sweat.

Without the slightest hesitation, he strode towards the ruins, anxiously calling out as he went, "Riyao! Hey, brat! Are you alright? Can you still hear me?"

Just as Macao was about to step into the dusty area, a slightly hoarse but still clear voice suddenly came from the depths of the ruins, breaking everyone's tense nerves.

"Cough cough... It's nothing, nothing, a minor issue. Uncle, that punch was really powerful..."

With that light murmur, a gentle breeze swept by, slowly dispersing the swirling dust.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the gradually becoming clearer outline.

Riyao used his right hand to support himself against the cracked wall and stood up with some difficulty.

His once neat casual clothes were now tattered and covered in dust and bloodstains.

A few strands of her high-tied golden ponytail had fallen loose, sticking messily to her forehead.

However, what is most shocking is his limp, hanging left arm.

In addition, he had multiple abrasions and lacerations of varying depths on his chest and shoulders, from which bright red blood was constantly seeping out.

Chairman Makarov's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He was so anxious he was jumping up and down, his voice even becoming shrill with tension: "Quick! Macao, Wakaba! Don't stand there! Lift this kid up and get him to Poliusica right now! If this arm isn't treated soon, it'll be useless!"

"Wait, don't be nervous."

Just as everyone was in chaos, Riyao suddenly raised his intact right hand, making a gesture to stop them. He looked up, and surprisingly, there was no pain or pain on his young face, which was covered in dust and blood.

Instead, he grinned, revealing a bright, almost carefree smile, and even playfully winked his emerald green eyes at everyone.

"I already said it's just a minor issue. Let me show you the true charm of the Hundred Battles technique I've developed."

The abrasions and lacerations of varying depths on Riyao's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rolled-up skin quickly closed up, scabbed over, and then fell off, revealing smooth, brand-new skin underneath, without leaving a single scar.

But that's not the most shocking part.

All eyes were fixed on his severely fractured left arm.

Accompanied by a series of chilling "clicking" sounds, the forearm, twisted at an eerie angle, gradually returned to its original straight shape, accompanied by the subtle sounds of bones rubbing together and muscle fibers reconnecting.

Damaged blood vessels, nerves, and muscle tissues grow, intertwine, and recombine wildly under the nourishment of light.

In less than ten seconds, the left arm, which had seemed completely useless, miraculously returned to normal.

Riyao gently moved the fingers of his newly reattached left hand, and the joints made a crisp popping sound.

He shook his completely healed left arm, feeling the still abundant magic power within him, and his smile grew even brighter.

He said smugly, "Another handsome young man."

A gentle breeze swept through the backyard once more, dispersing the last wisp of dust, and sunlight streamed down upon the blond boy.