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

At this moment, the world channel was already in an uproar.

Holy Ten!

That's a genuine Saint-level 10 mage!

Compared to the ethereal dragon.

For people of this era, the Ten Wizard Saints are the pinnacle of existence that they can reach.

Imagine if you learned that someone had defeated a tiger.

You might just think he's very strong, but where does his strength lie?

Not sure.

Because they didn't know just how valuable tigers really were.

However, if this person defeats a world boxing champion.

Then the resulting horror will increase exponentially!

That's because everyone knows the world boxing champion is very strong.

And that's exactly the point now.

For most people on the world channel.

The Ten Saints are already the ceiling of their understanding!

But how could someone like that be knocked unconscious with just one slap?

The incredibly impactful scene left countless people speechless.

Even worse, some people started to feel a chill down their spine.

Brian: "Even that Jura... he can take him down with a single slap?"

Brian was particularly familiar with Jura.

Even now, he has not forgotten the battle against the Six Demons.

Jura, who is fighting against himself.

At that time, the intensity of Jura was the same as that in the sky, after all, only a few months had passed.

But at that moment, he truly experienced the bald man's formidable strength.

You can defeat yourself by fighting alone.

Although his physical body wasn't particularly skilled in combat, Brian's immense magical power was undeniable, and he believed his own strength was not weak.

But if even someone like Jura could be knocked down with a single slap, doesn't that mean...?

Even if Black Natsu from that other world were to hit him, it would probably only be a matter of one slap, right?

Thinking about it this way, one can truly appreciate Honez's strength.

It's chilling!

The aerial footage continues.

The roaring sound continued incessantly until it gradually subsided after a long while.

The rising dust mixed with sand fell to the ground.

This also made the specific situation at the center of the battlefield completely clear.

Countless eyes were involuntarily drawn to the center of the battlefield.

Jura's figure lay prone within the enormous, deep pit.

The small stones that pelted him still didn't elicit any response from Jura.

Goldman, who was closest, arrived at the edge of the pit and flipped Jura over.

[This revealed Jura's face, with its gaping mouth and white eyes.]

[His once resolute face was now filled with horror.]

The magic power within her body had weakened to an almost imperceptible level.

Fortunately, I can still detect breathing.

After examining the area, Goldman slowly raised his head under everyone's watchful eyes.

He swallowed hard.

[Difficult to begin:]

"I'm...I've fainted..."

【Hiss~~~】

Immediately, a series of gasps filled the air.

All eyes turned to Black Natsu.

"Men... even that Jura... was defeated so easily??"

The carefree smile on his face had vanished overnight.

[Solemnity, shock, astonishment—countless emotions flashed across that square face.]

Even their pupils... were trembling violently.

[Bagos: "Are you kidding me...? That monster was taken down with a single slap??"]

Bagos felt a surge of relief.

In his mind, the scene of his arrogant and defiant act against everyone present flashed back.

If Honez had stepped forward back then...

[I'd probably slap myself to death, wouldn't I?]

After all... even a terrifying monster like Jura was so easily defeated, so with my current strength... I might not even be able to withstand a slap from Black Natsu!

Bob instinctively covered his mouth with both hands.

"This is... way too astonishing!"

"That's the Ten Wizard Saints!!"

Goldman turned to Makarov: "This is what you meant by...weak? This is what you meant by being at the bottom??"

Bob's fat head nodded uncontrollably: "He even told others to go easy on Natsu, and he was worried about scaring him psychologically??"

"Who exactly inflicted this psychological trauma on whom?!"

Makarov glanced at the already stunned old woman, Grandma Oba, seemingly having achieved his goal.

[Suppressing a laugh internally, she reluctantly let it out.]

"This child's magic is definitely not up to par yet. Didn't you see he didn't even use any magic?"

"Hey, none of you really noticed, Jura was actually letting our guild's Natsu win."

"This commitment to keeping promises deserves our praise!"

As he spoke, Makarov repeatedly gave a thumbs-up to the unconscious Jura.

[His words were filled with admiration.]

But that old face was etched with smugness.

Only at this moment did Auba finally react.

The expression on his face as he looked at HyunAz was filled with astonishment and horror!

"Where did this monster come from...?"

"Is he... even human??"

To be honest, in her entire life, Grandma Oba has never heard of anyone being able to take down a Saint-level Tenth-ranked being with a single slap.

This was almost beyond her comprehension.

Makarov's words also reached Grandma Oba's ears.

[His jaw was clenched tightly.]

Grandma Oba suddenly turned her head and glared angrily at Makarov.

"Wow! Old Ma, you're really something! So you had this trick up your sleeve all along!"

"Where did this monster come from?"

[Grandma Ouba questioned.]

"Ugh, he's just a good-for-nothing in my guild."

Makarov waved his hand, his Versailles-like demeanor perfectly executed.

The crowd present was seething with rage.

Listen to this guy, is he even speaking human language?

[A terrifying being capable of taking down a Saint Ten with a single slap is arguably stronger than everyone else present.]