69novels Chapter 88 begins!
Chapter 88 begins!
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Joseph Pola spread his arms wide, gathering a dense purple magical energy imbued with the aura of death, which then shot out like a machine gun.
"Boom boom boom!"
Makarov stretched out a hand, and a golden magic circle reappeared, easily blocking the magic; the artillery barrage could not penetrate his defenses.
Perhaps it's because he's old and wise, but Makarov is truly versatile. He's proficient in many kinds of magic, and he excels in melee, ranged, offensive, defensive, one-on-one, and group combat.
Makarov's defensive magic, in his own words, meant that even if he stood still and let Joseph Pola bombard him until his magic was depleted, he would not be able to break through.
"boom!"
While defending, Makarov's other hand was also busy. His arm continued to extend and grow to a gigantic size, swatting everywhere like swatting flies. Joseph Paula could only teleport to dodge constantly. Getting slapped like that was no joke.
"Ghost Arrow!"
Joseph Pola unleashed a barrage of magical attacks, filling the entire venue with the gloomy and evil aura of dark magic.
The residual power alone was enough to make the younger generation feel extremely uncomfortable, and a sense of fear began to grow in their hearts.
Pakas and Karen had already hidden behind Goldman and Bob, and the guild leaders released their magic to help their juniors resist the evil magic emitted by Joseph Bora.
Joseph Pola's dark magic is indeed very strong. Most mages don't even have the right to stand in front of him. Some of the guild leaders present might not even last a few moves against him. But like Kallen, his mistake was choosing the wrong opponent.
The little old man standing in front of Joseph Paula was not tall and had a bad temper that came and went intermittently. When he was in a bad temper, he was incredibly ruthless when he hit people.
"Boom boom boom!"
Makarov's massive slaps ripped through the banquet hall, leaving it in ruins and covered in handprints. This sight made Moen, standing behind the old man, twitch in disbelief. Every slap he delivered was worth a fortune!
With the old man blocking his way, Moen was naturally relaxed and under no pressure. However, what he was thinking about was not so relaxed, and even quite outrageous. He was thinking about how to "steal kills".
The system only told him to "defeat Joseph Bora," it didn't say he had to "defeat him alone." If he had to defeat him together with Grandpa Makarov, then why can't it be called a "defeat"?
But the problem now is, to "defeat," there has to be some action of "fighting," right? Is just "victory" really enough?
They say he and Kobe scored a combined 81 points, so they should at least have dribbled the ball a couple of times on the court, right? Does scoring in front of cheerleaders count as a combined score?
Moen dared not gamble, for if he lost, he would miss out on a chance to immediately obtain the "Gold Saint Seiya skill"!
So, Moen is currently brainstorming how to get involved in the "battle"? He needs to find some sense of participation!
Moen's gaze fell on the rose in the system space.
That incredibly vibrant "Royal Demon Palace Rose," exuding a dangerous aura.
'This bastard needs to be taught a lesson!'
Moen made a decision immediately.
'You're the one! Royal Rose of the Magic Palace!'
Moen immediately took out the "Royal Magic Palace Rose," and his magic enveloped the rose, tightly locking in its poisonous gas.
'That's definitely enough to keep you drinking!'
Moen channeled his magic, and three star charts behind him appeared and disappeared, the stars twinkling and the starlight flowing. Under his control, the magic flowed and continuously condensed towards the "Royal Magic Palace Rose".
In Moen's hands, this "Royal Magic Palace Rose" had become a glowing ball of magic, its power quite astonishing.
"What are you doing, kid?"
The commotion alerted Makarov, and the old man took a moment to look over and asked a question with a curious expression.
"Grandpa, let me help!"
Moen, with a righteous expression, continued to accumulate magic power. With the old man blocking his way, he was determined to accumulate it until he couldn't anymore, since Joseph Pola couldn't affect him anyway.
"Alright! It's up to you then!"
Hearing Moen's words, Makarov replied happily.
"Don't worry about him, I'll defend you!"
The old man was not annoyed at all by Moen's unauthorized intervention in his fight; instead, he began to encourage Moen.
To be honest, if Moen could defeat Joseph Paula in one move, Makarov would probably be laughing so hard he'd split his mouth open.
Joseph Paula, whose firepower was as powerful as a human cannon turret, dodged attacks while continuously unleashing his own barrage.
He also noticed that Moen was constantly accumulating magic power, but he didn't care; that level of attack wasn't worth his attention.
"I said go outside and fight! Go outside and fight!"
Makarov and Joseph Paula were locked in a fierce fight at the meeting venue, much to the frustration of Goldman, Bob, and the others.
Looking at the banquet hall, which was now in a terrible state, the two couldn't help but sigh.
Goldman and Bob had great confidence in Makarov's abilities; they didn't believe Makarov would lose to Joseph Bora unless Makarov soiled his pants today.
So if these two go out and fight, everyone can enjoy watching them.
However, it's a bit much for these two to fight in this venue, because everyone's luggage and other belongings are still here!
It's one thing if the banquet hall gets damaged, but if the entire building collapses, everyone will suffer.
"That bastard Joseph had to provoke old man Makarov. Now look what's happened, he's determined to smash this place to pieces!"
An elderly silver-haired woman with her hair piled up kept complaining; she was Oba Barbasoma, the guild leader of "Snake Scale".
"Stop them! We must stop them!"
Ouba Barbasoma grew increasingly angry, jumping up and down and shouting. The old woman looked very old, over seventy years old, but her strength should not be underestimated.
The "Snake Scale" guild has many strong members, especially Jura Regis, a young man who is not yet thirty years old and is said to be destined to become one of the "Ten Wizard Saints". His strength has indeed been widely recognized.
At this moment, Jura Rekis, nicknamed "Iron Rock," stood next to Obha Barbasoma. He was bald with a bit of stubble on his chin and held a staff in his hand, looking like a monk and giving off a kind and benevolent feeling.
Jura Regis, who looked a little prematurely aged, was staring intently at the battle between Makarov and Joseph Bora, his eyes filled with curiosity and longing. This battle between the "Ten Wizard Saints" was not something that could be easily witnessed!
Anyone with eyes could see that although Joseph Bora was putting on a very exciting show, constantly unleashing energy blasts and employing a variety of spells, he was actually running out of ideas.
Before Makarov even exerted his strength, Joseph Pola was already covered in sweat. The foundation of a veteran legendary powerhouse was indeed exaggerated!
"What's that kid doing?"
Jura Regis looked at Moen behind Makarov; in the boy's hand, a ball of magic was beginning to become unstable.
Not only Jura Regis noticed, but everyone else did too, and they all looked at Moen with surprise.
"Grandpa! Open!"
Moen gritted his teeth and roared. He was almost out of control, and the ball of magic in his hand was pulsating erratically!
"open!"
Makarov roared and pushed forward, causing the several golden circular magic circles to expand outward.
"Boom boom boom!"
The burst of magic pushed away Joseph Pola's dark magic, and the continuous cracking sounds were quite eerie. Joseph Pola was stunned for a moment, and then immediately became overjoyed. He thought that Makarov's defensive magic had finally given way!
"Go! Royal Magic Palace Rose!"
With a loud roar, Moen attacked without hesitation, throwing out the "Royal Magic Palace Rose" that was wrapped in magic energy.
(End of this chapter)