"Makarov's personal disciple..."
"Mystic Shot, modified..."
"Amaterasu!"
Ezreal uttered the true name of Mystic Shot, renamed by Makarov.
The proud magic of the former guild's second master, Precht, Amaterasu!
The moment Ezreal's voice fell, the light arrow shot out, once again plunging into the dust and causing a violent explosion.
Although the dust obscured Natsu's figure, Ezreal didn't need to see him; Amaterasu would automatically track Natsu's magical aura to strike.
The dust expanded again, and within the violent dust, tiny white light specks flew, igniting whatever they touched, even dirt clods and gravel were not spared.
Though without the form of flames, the extreme high temperature turned everything it touched into wisps of black smoke.
After one strike, Ezreal did not release Amaterasu again, but instead crossed his arms over his chest, calmly watching the area covered by dust and black smoke a hundred meters away.
At the site of the explosion, the original white light specks suddenly disappeared one after another, as if absorbed by some unknown energy.
The scorching temperature in the air also dropped.
But less than two seconds later, an even more intense high temperature rose from the dust and thick smoke, and dazzling crimson flames shot into the sky.
Natsu's figure emerged, engulfed in flames. With him at the center, surging flames created a seven to eight-meter-high pillar of fire, directly scattering the dust.
Having taken two Amaterasu strikes head-on, Natsu was not only unharmed but his state became even more vigorous.
"He can even consume light-element magic and convert it into energy; Dragon Slayers are truly exaggerated, Natsu."
Ezreal felt a little helpless.
"Ah~, thanks for the meal, I'm fired up!"
With his feet slightly bent, Natsu gathered the pillar of fire, compressing it and wrapping it around his entire body, resembling a fire spirit. Flames spewed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears – all seven orifices.
"Fire Dragon's Roar!"
A crimson flame breath, even more exaggerated in scale than the previous two times, shot out. The flame breath scorched the earth; along its path, the ground turned black and charred, and plants directly turned into black smoke.
Ezreal stood his ground, neither dodging nor evading, watching the flame breath, which could easily engulf a minivan, without the slightest panic.
Behind him, the head of the shadow lying quietly on the ground had, at some point, transformed into a white vortex, spinning silently.
A white vortex head and a black shadow body; it looked somewhat eerie.
Just as the flame breath was about to hit him, a mountain-like figure, four meters tall and composed of Gray rock, blocked Ezreal's path.
"Boom!"
Natsu's Fire Dragon's Roar directly hit the rock monster.
Although the rock monster barely managed to block the flame breath, its body developed fine cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment.
A wild figure flew out from the flames just as they were about to dissipate. With a single punch from his flame-wrapped fist, he shattered the rock monster into countless scattered fragments.
The scattered rocks, after landing, glowed with a faint blue light, attracting and merging with each other, transforming into four Ancient Krugs, about two meters tall, with four rocky claws and blue eyes.
The four small Ancient Krugs stood neatly in the four cardinal directions—east, south, west, and north—guarding Ezreal.
Besides these four Krugs that were forcibly shattered and split by the flame breath, Ezreal was also guarded by one large Ancient Krug, four meters tall, standing in front of him, and two Krug sons, the same size as the split Krugs, protecting him on his left and right.
Though called Krugs, they actually resembled a giant Gray rock with four thick legs and two blue eyes at the bottom.
Ezreal himself stood in place, smiling, protected by a group of Ancient Krugs.
"It can even block the most powerful Roar; its magic resistance is too high! What a troublesome splitting monster!" Natsu shook his fists, a bit speechless, and his hands ignited with crimson flames again.
"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!"
Flames surged from Natsu's hands, like crimson Fire Dragon wings. He flew up, charging straight ahead.
"This big guy, besides having high defense and being able to split, doesn't have many other advantages, which is truly regrettable." Ezreal responded with a smile, mentally controlling two of the split Krugs to charge forward, blocking Natsu with a suicidal collision.
Then, two more split Krugs immediately followed, leaping high and using their hard bodies to smash down on Natsu, who was on the ground.
"Boom!" Natsu used one punch from each hand to completely shatter the split Krugs that blocked him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two giant shadows falling from above and immediately did a backflip, attempting to dodge.
But just as he completed his backflip and was still in mid-air, another white energy arrow-shaped Amaterasu struck with astonishing speed, hitting Natsu squarely in the abdomen.
"Boom!"
The white energy arrow expanded the moment it struck, like a deflated balloon instantly filling with air, transforming into a white light orb the size of a car that completely engulfed Natsu. Star-like bright white light specks scattered with the expanding shockwave.
This scene startled the onlookers.
"Natsu!" Happy exclaimed, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey, is he really okay after being hit unprepared?" Gray also stood up nervously.
"Man... Natsu, this..." Elfman, who had been shouting 'manly' to cheer them on, was stunned.
Most of these people had fought Ezreal and witnessed his magic power grow step by step. Since Ezreal combined his innate magic with the Amaterasu magic taught by Makarov, its power had become terrifying!
High temperature, tracking, explosion—three effects combined. No one present could take an Amaterasu strike unprepared.
"Don't worry, I know how to hold back. This Amaterasu only has one-fifth of its full power. If you don't believe me, watch." Ezreal smiled and waved to the crowd, signaling them to pay attention to Natsu, who was enveloped in white light.
A collapse appeared within the white light, as if a vacuum cleaner had opened a gap in it. Natsu's head emerged, and he opened his mouth wide, frantically absorbing the high-temperature white light.
Within a few seconds, the high-temperature white light transformed into an energy vortex and was completely swallowed by Natsu, like a whale devouring its prey.
"That was really dangerous!" Natsu's eyes blazed with fire, and surging magical aura erupted. Unlike Natsu's original crimson magical color, this time the erupting magical energy was a mixture of crimson and white.
"Fire Dragon's Horn!"
The magical power surging around Natsu suddenly transformed into a towering pillar of fire. Bathed in crimson flames, Natsu pushed off the ground, and the flames compressed again, like a fiery cloak covering his entire body. He transformed into a spinning flame drill, charging straight towards Ezreal.
"Every time I see it, I find it unbelievable! What an annoying magic absorption setting."
Ezreal was speechless. His Amaterasu was clearly not fire, yet Natsu could still absorb it, which always gave him a headache during battles.