"Su Yan, I'll start first."
"Very well—come. I want to see how a Ten Wizard Saint has grown in seven years."
Jura brought his index‑and‑middle fingers together and flicked upward.
"Wah!"
A stone pillar shot up beneath Su Yan's feet. He simply stood atop it as it rose.
Jura snapped his fingers again.
Crack! Crack!
More pillars bent toward Su Yan from every direction.
"Hm?!" Su Yan's eyes lit up—this level of control set Jura apart from ordinary mages.
Su Yan sprang clear; Jura's fingers danced, making the pillars pursue him.
Su Yan clenched a fist and smashed one apart.
Boom! Crash!
"A single punch shattered that thick pillar!"
"What strength!"
Jura remained calm—he knew Su Yan's draconic physique could break stone and iron with ease. He sent more pillars lunging.
But Su Yan stopped trading blows; otherwise time would run out. He stepped on the air, zig‑zagging to dodge.
"He's walking on air?!" gasps rose from spectators and competitors alike.
Rufus muttered, "Even if you memorize that, no one can use it except him…"
Whumm—!
Su Yan appeared high above. A wave of Conqueror's Haki formed a titanic palm that slammed downward.
"Whoa!" Jura thrust a hand up; pillars burst from the ground, arching to shield him.
BOOM!
The stadium shook. Pillars cracked under the Haki palm. Jura poured in more magic—
another blast, and every pillar exploded.
A pulse of Haki rolled out; many in the crowd fainted, but all eyes stayed on the arena.
The smoke cleared—Jura still stood.
"Rock‑Iron Fist!"
Stone beside him formed an armored fist that rocketed at Su Yan.
Su Yan grinned; laziness never meant he disliked a good fight. He'd crushed guildmates, monsters, even the black dragon Acnologia… until now few could last against him.
His fist, coated in Armament Haki, met Jura's.
BOOM! Crack!
The rock‑iron fist shattered.
"So strong!" Sherry covered her mouth—no one had ever overpowered Jura head‑on.
Jura, far from discouraged, was exhilarated.
Su Yan's Haki flared; a colossal black‑red fist manifested. Jura answered with his own magic.
"Iwa Tekken!!"
A gigantic rock‑iron fist formed.
"Go!" Jura sent it hurtling; Su Yan's Haki fist thundered to meet it.
BOOOOM!
Black and red lightning danced between the blows; Chapati Lola's wig flew off.
Su Yan's fist prevailed. Jura snapped, "Iron Wall!"
Crash! The wall and the Haki fist shattered in a shockwave. Jura burst from the smoke.
Su Yan raised a palm; purple lightning coiled as a Haki dragon materialized.
The dragon's roar rocked the arena; more spectators keeled over. It shot toward Jura.
Jura's face hardened—time to unveil his trump card.
"Rock Mountain—!!"
BOOM!
A mountain‑like bulwark—the Saint's strongest defense—rose before him.
The Haki dragon collided with Rock Mountain.
BA‑RROOOM!