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

The entire Fairy Tail guild backyard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were fixed on Riyao's left arm, which had just been fractured and turned outward but was now completely healed, as if they were seeing some indescribable monster.

"Click."

Someone's jaw dislocated, making a crisp cracking sound. This sound was like a signal, instantly igniting the air in the entire backyard.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The first to erupt was Marcao. He covered his head with his hands, his eyes almost bulging out, and screamed as he pointed at Riyao's fair arm.

"You can't be kidding me! That bone was broken just now! It's bone! Not some tree branch! How could it heal in the blink of an eye?!"

"Is this some kind of monster?!"

Wakaba didn't even notice the pipe in his mouth fall to the ground. He rubbed his eyes hard, and after confirming that he wasn't hallucinating, he gasped.

"I clearly saw that kid's hands twisted together like a pretzel!"

"A monster! It's definitely a monster!"

"Hey, this healing speed is way too unfair! Grandma Poryusika would cry if she saw this!"

The guild members instantly erupted in chaos, staring at Riyao as if he were an alien, with exclamations and gasps rising and falling.

The tense and worried atmosphere was instantly replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

Kana peeked halfway out from behind the pillar, forcing back the tears that had been welling up in her eyes. She stared blankly at the smiling blond boy, her mouth agape, and muttered softly, "Brother Riyao...isn't he human?"

At the very front of the crowd, Guild Master Makarov and the strongest fighters from the two guilds, Gildarts, both wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Makarov pointed a trembling finger at the Sunrise, his mustache twitching, and he struggled to utter a complete sentence: "You...you brat...what kind of magic is this?! Lost magic? Or some kind of forbidden technique?!"

As one of the Ten Wizard Saints, Makarov had witnessed countless powerful healing spells.

But he had never heard of such a terrifying regenerative ability that could completely heal severe fractures and lacerations in a matter of seconds, without even leaving a scar!

This goes far beyond the scope of conventional healing magic; it's more like a forced physical restoration!

Gildarts stared blankly at his fist, then at Sunshine's intact arm, his face instantly turning from guilt to utter astonishment.

He scratched his messy orange hair and suddenly burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha! Good lad! You've got real talent!"

Gildarts strode forward, grabbed Sunrise's shoulder, and slapped his back hard, so hard that it almost made the newly recovered Sunrise cough up blood.

"I thought I'd really messed up! I never expected you to have such a hidden trick up your sleeve! This regenerative ability is even more freakish than those incredibly resilient magical beasts!"

"Cough cough... Uncle Gildarts, be gentle, be gentle! My bones were just set, don't break them again!"

Sunburst coughed as he was slapped, quickly breaking free from Gildarts' clutches. He rubbed his sore shoulder and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Sorry, sorry, haha!"

Gildarts offered a half-hearted apology, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"But what's the name of your technique? This level of self-healing must consume a lot of magic power, right?"

Upon hearing Gildarts' question, the noisy crowd instantly fell silent, all pricking up their ears and staring curiously at Sunbeam.

Makarov also suppressed his shock and looked at him with a serious expression.

Riyao stroked his chin, looking at the eager eyes of the crowd, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

He cleared his throat, feigning an air of profound mystery, and slowly said, "This move... I call it 'Healing Magic: Hundred Battles'."

"Hundred Battles?" Makarov frowned, searching his memory for the name. "Never heard of it. Is it some kind of ancient technique?"

I guess so.

Riyao shrugged and casually made up a story, "Simply put, it's about storing excess life force and magic power in the guild crest on your chest. When needed, you unlock the crest to release a massive amount of life force and magic power, stimulating cell division and regeneration through a special technique, thereby achieving the effect of instantly healing injuries."

He paused, pointed to the golden guild crest on his chest, and continued, "As long as my life force and mana reserves are sufficient, even a fatal wound, as long as it's not an instant headshot, I can recover in a very short time. So..."

Sunrise looked up, grinned at Gildarts, revealing two rows of white teeth, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation: "Uncle Gildarts, next time we spar, you can use a little more force, don't hold back so much. Anyway, I can't kill you, right?"

"..."

These words plunged the entire room into dead silence once again.

Everyone looked at Riyao as if he were crazy.

"This kid... his brain must be damaged from being hit?" Marcao swallowed and muttered to himself.

"This is definitely wrong! He actually asked Gildarts to increase the intensity? Who does he think he is? Ultraman?!" Wakaba echoed in horror.

Makarov was so angry his beard almost flew off. He jumped up and slapped Riyao on the back of the head, roaring, "You arrogant brat! You think you can do whatever you want just because you have this kind of abnormal regenerative ability?! What if you run out of magic?! What if you encounter an enemy who can instantly kill you?! You better cherish your life, you bastard!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Old man, be gentle! I was just joking!" Riyao rubbed the back of his head, pouting aggrievedly.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing this heartwarming yet hilarious scene, Gildarts burst into hearty laughter once again.

He stepped forward, ruffled Riyao's messy golden hair, his eyes full of admiration. "Good lad, you've got guts! But the old man is right, this ability, though abnormal, shouldn't be relied upon too much. A true strongman can defeat his enemy without getting injured."

He paused, his tone becoming serious: "However, you truly impressed me today. Both your spells and your terrifying regenerative abilities prove you have enormous potential. Perhaps it won't be long before you become a capable mage in the guild."

Upon hearing Gildarts' praise, Sunburst chuckled and raised his chin without any modesty.

"Of course! I'm going to be the strongest mage in Fairy Tail!"

"Tch, what an arrogant brat."

"Exactly, let's talk when you can withstand even half of Gildarts's power in a punch!"

"Haha, but this kid's recovery ability is truly insane. In the future, when the guild takes on raid missions, having him as a tank will be no problem!"

The surrounding guild members started mocking him, but their tone was full of goodwill and teasing.

The tense atmosphere that had arisen from the battle was instantly replaced by this relaxed and pleasant everyday atmosphere.

Kana ran over, tugging at Riyao's sleeve, staring curiously at the golden emblem on his chest, her big eyes filled with admiration: "Brother Riyao, you were so amazing just now!"

Makarov looked at the noisy group of young people, sighed helplessly, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

He turned and walked towards the guild hall with his hands behind his back, shouting as he went, "Alright, alright! The farce is over! Everyone get back to the hall and drink! To celebrate that brat Sunburst not dying at Gildarts's hands, it's on me! The first drink is free!"

"Oh my gosh! Long live the president!"

"Let's drink! Let's drink! I'm going to drink ten buckets today!"

"Hey, can someone help me clean up the rubble on the ground?!"

Sunburst secretly left Gildarts behind, while the rest of the guild cheered and returned to the guild hall, unnoticed by anyone.