Compared to the two fairies, Natsu is truly slaying a dragon!

"President, you should write your self-criticism now. That way, you won't have to work overtime later, and you have experience with this kind of thing anyway."

Makarov stared at Lisanna's now-vanished letter, feeling his blood pressure spike.

But there was nothing he could do, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"The routine meeting should be over today. Let's just hope those guys don't cause any trouble during this time."

"Don't worry, Lao Ma, what's meant to be will be."

"Take it easy."

[Bobo kindly offered words of comfort.]

Upon careful consideration, Makarov realized that this was indeed the case.

Anyway, there's no point in worrying here, so you might as well relax.

Besides... haven't I experienced enough of this kind of thing myself?

[You could find the way to the Council of Judges with your eyes closed.]

Going anywhere is like coming home, what's there to be afraid of?

The more Makarov thought about it, the happier he became.

He gulped down a mouthful of wine.

Makarov wiped his mouth: "You're right, whatever!"

He turned his gaze to the center of the villa.

[On the two junior guild members who are currently fighting.]

"So, where are we now?"

"Sabertooth Tiger VS Twilight Demon," Bob replied.

"What an unfamiliar guild," Makarov murmured, stroking his chin.

"It's not very famous, so it's normal that you don't recognize it. It's supposedly a recently established guild, not very well-known or powerful," Goldman said.

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[And indeed, the clash between the two guilds did not elicit any surprises from the crowd.]

After all, their rank is similar to that of a regular mage; there are plenty of such individuals in any major guild.

It's really not very interesting.

It seemed that it wasn't just the club presidents who found it boring; Bagos, who had been drinking alone for half the day, was also among them.

With a slight frown, Bagus tossed the gourd of wine aside.

[His figure flashed!]

He appeared directly in the center of the battlefield, facing punches from both sides.

A cold smile flickered across Bagus's lips.

[His hands waved in mid-air, catching even the members of the other two guilds off guard.]

Their punches were firmly caught by Baggus.

"Ha! This kind of fighting is far too boring. Let me add some excitement!"

[Bagos laughed.]

[Then, exert force with both hands.]

"Splitting Palm!"

Wow!

An unimaginable, gentle force propelled the two forward.

[Immediately following this, they were met with powerful, heavy palm strikes.]

With just one strike, the two were sent flying, slamming heavily against the wall not far away.

[At this point, even some guild leaders couldn't help but stand up.]

All eyes turned to Goldman.

"Amazing!"

"Could this be Bago, the ace of the four hounds, known as the Drunken Eagle?"

"His strength is enough to rank him as an S-class being?"

"Most importantly, he became an S-rank mage solely through physical skills. That gives you an idea of ​​just how strong his physical abilities are!"

Countless gasps of amazement echoed throughout the villa, and Goldman, who was being watched, smiled with satisfaction.

He had high hopes for Baggus.

Their strength is naturally considerable.

After quickly dealing with the two, Baggus surveyed the entire area.

[He arrogantly asked, "Does anyone want to challenge me?"]

"If not, then I'll be the strongest this time."

Bagos beamed, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"What an arrogant bastard! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Suddenly, a young and impetuous voice rang out from the crowd.

The next moment, a figure dressed in red rushed out, heading straight for Bagus.

Bagos' pupils contracted slightly, like those of a sharp eagle, calmly observing every movement of the approaching person.

[Then, he lowered his center of gravity, and magical power began to accumulate in his right palm.]

[In an instant! Bagus moved.]

His figure moved with lightning speed, vanishing from the spot.

He appeared before the man, his right palm striking mercilessly towards the man's chest.

【boom! ! 】

A strong gust of wind spread out, and the man's body stiffened before he slowly fell to the ground.

[After a brief moment of hesitation, a burst of rapid applause immediately erupted at the scene.]

[Among the crowd, Makarov, confident and composed, slowly glanced at Black Natsu behind him.]

[Honatsu, who was eating, also raised his head at the same time.]

[His gaze met Makarov's. (Fan)]

Chapter 186 The Ten Saints Appear, The Battle for Supremacy begins!

Hades: "That old fox! He really is an old fox!"

"I never would have guessed that Makarov, who always acted recklessly, would evolve into such a cunning old fox."

Brian: "So, what exactly has time done?"

"What made Makarov change so much?"

Mavis: "Yes, yes, what has time done to Makarov? How did he become so... sinister?"

Makarov: "What? Isn't it normal for people to change their mindset as they get older?"

"This is called... uh... starting to use your brain, what do you guys know!"

[In the video.]

Makarov leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"What do you think?"

"What's wrong?" Henna swallowed the food in his mouth and asked疑惑地.

"It's that guy named Bagus."

"Oh, well, that's alright then."

"Not bad? Even you think it's strong?"

Hearing Henaz's reply, Makarov suddenly panicked.

[Honatsu shook his head slightly at this: "No, that's not it."]

["When I said 'it's okay,' I meant... they're all okay, which means they all seem about the same."]

Although I didn't understand what Henna was referring to.

But none of that matters anymore. What matters is that Henna believes the opponent isn't strong.

However, that makes sense. Compared to someone capable of fighting Gildarts to the point of destroying an island, Bagus is indeed far inferior.

"So, do you want me to go on stage?" Henna pulled out a tissue and wiped his greasy hands.