Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Magic?!

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Joseph Pola opened his hands, and purple magic power with a strong breath of death condensed, and then shot out like a machine gun.

"Boom boom boom!"

Makarov stretched out a hand, and the golden magic circle appeared again, easily blocking the magic. The bombardment could not break through his defense.

I don't know if it's because he's old and wise, but Makarov is really versatile. He is proficient in many kinds of magic, and he is good at melee, long-range, offense, defense, one-on-one, and group fights.

Makarov's defensive magic, as he himself said, meant that even if he stood there motionless and let Joseph Pola bombard him until his magic power was exhausted, it would be impossible to break through.

"boom!"

While defending, Makarov's other hand was not idle either. His arm was still stretched out and enlarged, slapping everywhere like slapping a fly, forcing Joseph Pola to keep teleporting to avoid it. This slap was no joke.

"Ghost Arrow!"

Joseph Pola continued to release magical attacks, and the entire venue was filled with the gloomy and evil atmosphere of dark magic.

Just the residual power that was released made the younger generations feel extremely uncomfortable and waves of fear grew in their hearts.

Pakas and Kallen had already hidden behind Goodman and Bob. The presidents released their magic power to help the younger generations resist the evil magic emitted by Joseph Pola.

Joseph Pola's dark magic was indeed very powerful. Ordinary wizards were not even qualified to stand in front of him. Some of the presidents present might not be able to withstand a few moves in his hands. But just like Kallen, his mistake was that he chose the wrong opponent.

The little old man standing in front of Joseph Pola was short and had an intermittent bad temper. When he was in a bad mood, he would beat people without mercy.

"Boom boom boom!"

Makarov's big slaps were slapping everywhere, destroying the entire banquet hall into pieces. His slap marks were everywhere, which made Moon, who was standing behind the old man, twitch his eyes. Every slap he gave out cost money!
With the old man blocking the way in front, Moon naturally had no pressure and was very relaxed, but what he was thinking about was not easy at all, and was even outrageous. He was thinking about how to "grab the head".

The system only asked him to "defeat Joseph Pola", but did not say that he had to "defeat alone". If he defeated him together with Grandpa Makarov, how could it not be called "defeat"?

But the question now is, "victory," "victory"—at least there has to be a "battle," right? Is "victory" alone really enough?
If they say they combined for 81 points with Kobe, then they should at least have taken a couple of shots on the court, right? Does scoring on the cheerleading squad count as combining for 81 points?

Moon didn't dare to gamble. If he lost, he would miss the opportunity to immediately obtain the "Golden Saint Skills"!
So, Moon is constantly brainstorming, how can he "fight" in this battle? He needs to feel a sense of participation.

Moon's gaze fell on the rose in the system space.

That extremely bright "Royal Demon Palace Rose" that exudes a dangerous aura.

"We need to give this bastard a good beating!"
Moon made his decision immediately.

"It's you! Royal Magic Palace Rose!"
Moon immediately took out the "Royal Demon Palace Rose" and wrapped his magic power around the rose, locking its poisonous gas tightly.

'It's definitely enough for you to drink a pot!'
Moon urged his magic power, and the three star maps behind him appeared and disappeared, the stars twinkled, and the starlight flowed. The magic power flowed under his urging, and continued to condense towards the "Royal Magic Palace Rose".

This "Royal Magic Palace Rose" has become a glowing ball of magic in Moon's hands, and its power is quite astonishing.

"What are you doing, kid?"

The commotion here alarmed Makarov. The old man took the time to look over and asked curiously.

"Grandpa, let me help!"

Moon spoke righteously as he continued to accumulate magic power. With the old man blocking the way in front of him, he would of course accumulate it until he could not accumulate any more. Anyway, Joseph Pola could not affect him.

"Okay! It's up to you then!"

After hearing what Moon said, Makarov replied happily.

"Don't worry about him, I'll help you defend!" The old man wasn't annoyed at all by Moen's unauthorized intervention in his battle; instead, he began to encourage Moen.

To be honest, if Moon could knock Joseph Pola down with one move, Makarov would be afraid that his mouth would split with laughter.

Joseph Pola, who was like a human turret with powerful firepower, dodged the attacks while continuously pouring out firepower.

He also noticed that Moon was constantly accumulating magic power, but he didn't care. An attack of that level was not worth his attention.

"I told you to go out and fight! Go out and fight!"

Makarov and Joseph Pola started fighting passionately in the meeting room, which really made Goodman, Bob and others anxious.

Looking at the banquet hall that had been destroyed beyond recognition, the two couldn't help but sigh.

Goodman and Bob both have great confidence in Makarov's strength. They don't think Makarov will lose to Joseph Pola unless Makarov shits his pants today.

So if these two guys go out and fight, everyone can still watch and have fun.

However, it was a bit too much for these two people to fight in this venue, because everyone's luggage and other things were still here!
It's okay if only the banquet hall is damaged, but if the entire building collapses, everyone will be in trouble.

"That bastard Joseph had to provoke old man Makarov. Now he won't be satisfied until he destroys this place!"

An old lady with silver hair in a bun kept complaining. She was Oba Barbasoma, the president of "Snake Princess' Scales".

"Stop them! They must be stopped!"

The more Obaba Babasoma thought about it, the angrier she became. She kept jumping up and down and shouting. The old lady looked very old. She was already in her seventies this year, but her strength should not be underestimated.

There are many strong people in the "Scales of the Snake Princess" guild, especially Jura Rekis. This young man who is not even thirty years old is said to be one of the "Ten Holy Wizards" in the future, and his strength has indeed been widely recognized.

At this time, Jura Rekis, nicknamed "Rock Iron", was standing next to Oba Barbasma. He had a big bald head, a little stubble on his chin, and a Zen stick in his hand. He looked like a monk and gave people a kind feeling.

Jura Rekis, who looked a little anxious, was staring at the fighting Makarov and Joseph Pola. His eyes were full of curiosity and yearning. The battle between the "Ten Holy Wizards" was not something that could be seen easily!
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that although Joseph Pola was fighting very vigorously, constantly sending out waves and using all kinds of magic, he was actually the one who had run out of tricks.

Joseph Bola was already sweating profusely before Makarov even started to exert his strength. The strength of this veteran legendary warrior was truly exaggerated!

"What is that boy doing?"

Jura Rekis looked at Moon behind Makarov. In the boy's hand, a ball of magic power had begun to become unstable.

Not only Jura Rekis noticed it, but everyone else noticed it as well, and they all looked at Moon in surprise.

"Grandpa! Open!"

Moon gritted his teeth and roared. He was almost out of control. The ball of magic in his hand was jumping unsteadily!

"open!"

Makarov also roared, and he pushed forward suddenly, and the several golden circular magic circles suddenly spread outward.

"Boom boom boom!"

The erupting magic power pushed away Joseph Pola's dark magic power, and the continuous explosion sound was very creepy. Joseph Pola was stunned for a moment, and then immediately ecstatic. He thought that Makarov's defensive magic finally couldn't hold!

"Go! Royal Magic Palace Rose!"

Moon roared and attacked without hesitation, throwing the "Royal Magic Palace Rose" wrapped in a ball of magic in his hand.

(End of this chapter)