RNP Chapter 572 572
Chapter 572 572
Boom!
Zancrow landed on the island, black flames blazing around his body. He wore a grin, looking arrogant to the extreme.
"You knew we were coming, yet instead of running, you actually dared to stay here and fight us. I've got to say—you've got some nerve!"
The moment he landed, Zancrow began mocking them, his tone full of wild arrogance as though Fairy Tail meant nothing to him.
"The last guy who talked that big probably has pretty tall grass growing over his grave by now."
Facing the extremely arrogant Zancrow, Marco laughed and shook his head, teasing him.
When they fought Oración Seis, those people had been just as cocky as this guy.
But looking back now, where were the members of Oración Seis? If they'd moved fast enough, maybe they had already been reincarnated by now.
"Good, good, good! You're awfully full of yourselves too! No wonder you dared to stand and fight!"
Zancrow was enraged by Marco's blunt sarcasm.
Muttering something like "Oración Seis means nothing," he attacked immediately, charging at Marco with flames pouring from his body.
"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
Natsu shot in from the side and met Zancrow head-on with a punch, intercepting him before he could reach Marco.
"I'll be your opponent!"
Natsu looked at Zancrow with excitement.
This guy's flames looked extremely dangerous—but also irresistibly attractive!
Without any hesitation, Natsu chose him as his opponent.
This was a battle that could determine whether or not he advanced to S-Class Mage.
There was absolutely no room for carelessness, so Natsu was going all out from the very start.
Wearing the Leo Cloth, magic power surged around him. From that first clash alone, Natsu already understood that the opponent was powerful and had to be taken seriously.
"A Dragon Slayer and a Fire Dragon Slayer at that."
After being stopped by Natsu, Zancrow finally turned his attention to him.
The moment he realized what kind of magic Natsu used, the man with the wild golden hair threw his head back and burst into loud laughter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"What are you laughing at?!"
Natsu scratched his head, utterly confused by Zancrow's laughter.
Watching Zancrow laugh so hard, Natsu even started to feel a little sympathy.
'This guy isn't some kind of idiot, is he?'
"Do you know what kind of magic I use?"
Zancrow finally stopped laughing and asked proudly.
Natsu's Fire Dragon Slayer Magic seemed to have put him in the mood to talk.
"How should I know...?" Natsu replied in exasperation.
He really didn't know exactly what Zancrow's magic was, but it obviously had something to do with fire.
"What I use is a magic that surpasses Dragon Slayer Magic—God Slayer Magic. And, just so happens… it's Fire God Slayer Magic!"
Zancrow stretched out both hands as magic power exploded from his whole body, his pressure rising to the extreme.
He spoke with absolute certainty, clearly convinced of it himself and proud of it.
"Pah! What nonsense! God Slayer Magic? And it surpasses Dragon Slayer Magic? I'll send you flying!"
Zancrow's words clearly irritated Natsu.
At the same time, he couldn't help grumbling inwardly: why did every opponent he met insist their magic was stronger than his Fire Dragon Slayer Magic?
It had been the same with Cobra of Oración Seis and his so-called poison dragon magic.
And now this Fire God Slayer Magic guy was doing it too.
If they wanted to fight, then fine—but why did they all insist on stepping on his Fire Dragon Slayer Magic first? It was seriously infuriating.
"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
Natsu charged straight in, too lazy to keep listening to nonsense about God Slayer Magic.
Whatever kind of God Slayer Magic it was, as long as it was fire-related, it definitely wouldn't beat him!
"Flame God's Fist!"
Zancrow also threw a punch directly at Natsu.
The two flames collided, the two magics collided—and Natsu was immediately pushed into a clear disadvantage.
The facts proved that Zancrow wasn't lying.
His black flames—these God Slayer Flames—really were stronger in raw power than Dragon Slayer Flames.
Natsu's expression changed.
He realized it too.
His flames were being completely overwhelmed. That endless black fire seemed able to burn and devour even his own flames.
"As expected of a legendary Lost Magic."
Marco glanced over at their battle and praised the Fire God Slayer Magic.
In terms of pure fire output alone, these God Slayer Flames really stood at the very top.
"But Natsu isn't as dumb and reckless as he looks. If he can't win with raw powers, he'll bring out a different kind of power."
Watching Natsu get heavily suppressed and beaten around, Marco didn't look worried like the others.
He even still had the mood to comment on it.
Because Marco knew that Natsu only looked miserable on the surface.
He was observing. He was testing.
That kid would definitely turn the tables.
"Zancrow really is strong. He's handling that famous Salamander with ease and keeping him completely suppressed. Looks like victory isn't far off."
The other members of the Seven Kin of Purgatory who had come to support him all relaxed when they saw this.
Fairy Tail hadn't rushed in all at once to gang up on Zancrow, which was good news for them. In a one-on-one fight like this, there was no way Zancrow could lose.
"Ha! Finally got you!"
Under everyone's differing gazes, Natsu rolled up from the ground in a sorry state—but the expression on his face had already changed back to one of confidence.
Because at that moment, in Natsu's hand, he had already seized a clump of God Slayer Flame.
Not only seized it—he had already brought it completely under control.
After years of diligent training, along with Totomaru's wholehearted instruction as a true master of flame manipulation, Natsu—already blessed with exceptional talent—had long since refined his control over fire to perfection.
Natsu was no longer the same person who could once have his flames controlled so easily by Totomaru.
He had become a true Fire Dragon capable of commanding any flame!
And the reason it had taken him this long to successfully control Zancrow's God Slayer Flames was simply because those flames were indeed special and powerful—and because he had never encountered them before.
"How is that possible?!"
Seeing Natsu successfully control his black-purple God Slayer Flames, Zancrow's eyes widened in disbelief.
He simply could not understand it.
How could the Salamander possibly control flames that belonged only to him?