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The events of the previous night felt as if they had never happened. Marlon stood on a high platform, watching the first match of the day unfold.
To cater to the audience's tastes, the Great Magic Games had increasingly taken on a festive atmosphere. The first matches were often more about entertainment, showcasing some unique forms of magic.
However, the second match posed a significant challenge for Dragon Slayer Mages. It was called Chariot Race, and as the name suggested, it involved competing on vehicles. The greatest weakness of Dragon Slayer Mages was their inability to handle vehicles.
Originally, the two teams from Fairy Tail were prepared to give it their all, sending out Natsu and Gajeel. Sword-Biting Tiger also sent out their powerhouse, Sting. Yet, the three Dragon Slayer Mages performed like amateurs. Although Natsu managed to unleash his power on the vehicle, it did not change the fact that he suffered from motion sickness. In the end, all three Dragon Slayer Mages finished in the last three positions.
This outcome surprised everyone. While many had heard about the Dragon Slayer Mages' struggles with vehicles, no one expected it to turn out this badly.
"Sir, what if we used this against dragons?" Jiang thought this might be an opportunity.
"Are you joking?" Marlon scoffed.
"That's completely unrealistic. A Dragon Slayer Mage is still a Dragon Slayer Mage; a dragon is a dragon. No matter how similar they may seem, they are fundamentally different. I even suspect that part of a person's body has transformed into that of a dragon, leading to a mismatch with their own bodily organs, which results in their ineptitude with vehicles. It’s unrealistic to think that simply using a vehicle could solve problems with dragons."
In fact, Newton leaned more towards attributing this issue to cosmic consciousness. Although Dragon Slayer Mages struggled with vehicles, they had no problem with anything that wasn't a vehicle. This was quite fascinating; for instance, Transcenders' Wings of Magic allowed them to fly without issue alongside Dragon Slayer Mages. Moreover, if someone else flew while carrying a Dragon Slayer Mage, there were no problems either. Wendy had once cast a spell on Natsu that prevented him from feeling motion sickness, making the mechanics behind Dragon Slayer Mages' motion sickness truly intriguing.
"It seems their level of motion sickness correlates with their proficiency in Dragon Slayer Magic," Newton suddenly realized. Originally, Wendy had never suffered from motion sickness, but now she was experiencing it too. Natsu had previously enjoyed rides in vehicles thanks to Wendy's magic but was now back to square one.
As Newton and Jiang continued their casual conversation, the competition entered its second phase—a serious showdown.
The first match featured Toby from Serpent Empress's Scale facing off against Black Crow from Raven Tail. Raven Tail resorted to underhanded tactics and surprisingly strong abilities, defeating Toby and claiming victory. Well, this part isn't crucial to the main storyline; let's skip ahead.
Next up was Fairy Tail's turn, with Elfman stepping into the arena against Pascale from Four-Headed Hound—who had once held his own against Erza.
"Well well, you've really chosen quite an opponent," Pascale remarked with a smirk. "I hear your sister is Newton's woman; that makes you Newton's brother-in-law, right? If I defeat you, I won't end up getting lectured by Newton, will I? So tell me, should I let you win?"
Pascale was quite displeased with Newton, having been reprimanded too many times. This man, when drunk, sometimes couldn't control his mouth. As for Elfman? What was he? He had once fought Erza to a standstill. In his eyes, Miraj was on the same level as Erza, while Elfman was far beneath both of them. This battle held no suspense; it would be better to have some fun instead.
“…”
Elfman frowned. He knew the strength of the man before him; he wouldn't have the advantage in speed or power. However, Newton had analyzed everyone, so Elfman was aware of the opponent's weaknesses—specifically, their health or defense.
In truth, when that guy had fought Erza to a draw, it wasn't serious; it was merely that their skills were closely matched. But Erza's armor provided her with formidable defense, making Pascale's attacks ineffective against her. Yet a single strike from Erza could easily tear through Pascale's body.
Although Elfman lacked technical skill, he excelled at utilizing various animals to counter his opponents.
“Transform!”
Elfman became fierce, his body covered in sharp layers of armor and scales, with wild eyes full of ferocity.
“No need for that; a real man should speak with his fists.”
Pascale was somewhat surprised by this scene. He had experienced Newton's endless tricks before; if the opponent relied on various tools, he would truly look down on them. But Elfman's appearance clearly indicated he was ready for a head-on clash, which piqued Pascale's interest in this guy.
“Interesting. If you can win, I’ll acknowledge you as a real man!”
Pascale took a sip of his drink.
“Let’s see whose body is tougher—yours or my fists.”
Pascale released his grip on the wine gourd, and as it hit the ground, he appeared before Elfman in an instant, delivering a palm infused with terrifying magical power.
Elfman did not dodge; with his speed, there was no escaping it. The attack, capable of shattering rock, struck him hard, and Elfman felt as if his consciousness had been blown away. However, during the transformation process, not only did the body change but the Mage's spirit also experienced certain influences. The pain ignited Elfman's primal instincts, and he retaliated with a punch.
“Boom!”
The ground trembled slightly as Pascale narrowly dodged the blow.
From then on, the two engaged in a brutal exchange reminiscent of a battle between man and beast—each throwing powerful punches at one another without any fancy moves, each strike landing solidly and bloodily.
"Ha... Ha..."
Pascale used the breathing technique to recover.
"What’s your name?"
"Elfman!"
Elfman felt his consciousness fading, yet he still held on, refusing to fall.
"Fairy Tail! Elfman!"
"Ha... Ah... Ha... Elfman, you won."
After Pascale admitted defeat, he collapsed to the ground, and soon after, Elfman also lost consciousness and fell.
"Bring them back. What a couple of idiots, don’t they realize a battle is about to start?"
Marlon said this, but a smile still lingered on his lips.
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