Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing echoed through the air, each strike sharper than the last. Wes Elwin raised his hand.
"Breath of the Wind God."
A raging gust burst from his hand, sweeping up dust and fallen leaves into a towering tornado.
The roaring wind howled, tearing through the clearing as the hurricane spiraled straight toward Erza. She swiftly leapt back, avoiding the brunt of the storm.
Meanwhile, a blazing sphere of fire rapidly condensed at the tip of Wes's wand.
With a smooth flick, he released it — the fireball streaked through the air, trailing a long tail of flame toward Erza.
But Erza didn't dodge. As a proud member of Fairy Tail, she had faced Natsu countless times. She knew exactly how to deal with fire-based attacks.
She quickly wrapped a layer of magic around her sword and swung straight into the center of the incoming fireball.
The fireball split neatly in two, the halves soaring past her sides before erupting into twin explosions behind her. Twin blooms of scarlet flame painted the battlefield.
Wes narrowed his eyes. "Impressive swordsmanship."
Her movement seemed simple, but the technique required exceptional skill — dynamic vision sharp enough to read the fireball's speed and trajectory, and precise control over the magic wrapped around her blade.
Most importantly, the flawless execution of cutting the fireball cleanly in half could only come from years of intense training and real combat experience.
Wes's physical strength was no less than Erza's, but even he couldn't perform such a refined motion.
"Tch. So this kind of person gets to be called a mage? Her talent points must've gone to swordsmanship instead." He muttered under his breath, though his attacks didn't cease.
Fireballs began forming one after another under his wand's control, shooting rapidly toward Erza in continuous bursts.
Erza met them all head-on, slicing each one apart with practiced precision.
"Those attacks won't work on me," she said confidently.
"Then how about this?" Wes raised his wand toward the sky. "Meteor Firestorm."
In an instant, hundreds of blazing fireballs materialized high above, raining down like a meteor shower and blanketing the entire battlefield.
Erza's confident smile faltered. Never before had she seen such an overwhelming barrage.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Fireballs crashed into the earth one after another, shaking the ground with violent explosions.
Erza moved swiftly, dodging as many as she could. When she had no room to evade, she deflected or cleaved the blasts apart with her blade.
But there were simply too many. The longer the storm went on, the less space she had to maneuver.
Eventually, her figure vanished completely beneath a sea of roaring flames.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Explosions erupted in every direction. The ground was scorched and cratered; the surrounding forest ignited, flames consuming everything. Animals fled in terror from the blazing inferno.
Wes didn't relax despite the apparent advantage. He knew that if Erza could be defeated by an attack of this level, she would never have earned the title of Titania — the Fairy Queen.
As the smoke and embers slowly cleared, a silhouette emerged once more.
Erza stood there, unscathed — clad now in a new suit of armor.
It was a radiant crimson armor adorned with black patterns and orange highlights, intricate and magnificent — the unmistakable sign that the real fight was only about to begin.
Her longsword transformed into a massive blade wreathed in crimson flames — the Flame Emperor Armor.
It granted her exceptional resistance against fire magic.
Aside from a faint smudge of soot on her face, Erza was completely unharmed.
"How fascinating," Wes Elwin murmured, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as he studied the Flame Emperor Armor.
The previous armor hadn't caught his attention, but this one — forged with extraordinary craftsmanship — revealed the remarkable level of alchemy and blacksmithing in this world.
Creating such armor was no easy feat.
Erza, however, misunderstood his gaze.
"Pervert!" she shouted angrily, her face flushing red.
Wes couldn't be bothered to explain himself. After all, Erza was undeniably a beautiful woman.
She charged forward, swinging her flaming greatsword with fierce determination, intent on teaching him a lesson.
"Perfect timing," Wes said calmly.
He raised his wand — dark flames burst from its tip, condensing into the form of a black longsword.
Clang!
The two swords collided with a deafening crash. Though Wes managed to block her strike, the impact forced him back several steps before he regained balance.
(Impressive strength… but unrefined.)
With that single clash, Erza had already gauged Wes's power. (Then I'll defeat him with swordsmanship!)
Clang! Clang!
Black and red blades danced furiously, clashing again and again as sparks flew through the air.
At first, Wes relied on his superior physique to barely keep up with Erza's pace. But as she began shifting her stances and weaving advanced techniques into her strikes, he found himself completely on the defensive.
A wide horizontal slash from Erza sent him skidding backward.
Just as she was about to press the attack, the black sword in Wes's hand dissolved into blazing flame, forming a barrier between them.
"The Flame Emperor Armor nullifies fire magic," Erza declared confidently, slashing through the fire to break it apart.
But when the armor came into contact with the black flames, the fire clung to it — alive, relentless, impossible to shake off.
Erza's brows furrowed. This was no ordinary fire.
"What kind of flame is this!?"
Before her eyes, the Flame Emperor Armor began to melt and fade, consumed by the strange black fire. She was forced to dispel it immediately.
By now, she was standing only a few meters from Wes.
"Purgatory Armor!" she called out, summoning a new set of armor — pitch black, and far heavier than the last. In her hands appeared a massive serrated blade, taller than she was.
"Switching armors depending on the situation — not a bad tactic," Wes commented lightly. "But what will you do if you lose them all?"
He poured a surge of magic into his wand.
"Disarm!"
The spell shot forth in a flash. Erza had no time to evade — it struck her head-on.
Her greatsword was ripped from her grip and flung aside. But that wasn't all — her armor began to peel away, piece by piece.
"What—what's happening!?" Even the Fairy Queen herself was taken aback.
And in battle, even a heartbeat of distraction could mean defeat.
Wes seized the moment.
"Restrictus!"
Erza's body froze instantly. Her movements slowed, and even her magical energy became sluggish.
Five glowing rings shot from Wes's sleeve, spinning rapidly through the air before locking tightly around her wrists, ankles, and neck.
Erza reacted quickly, summoning a lighter armor and gripping her sword to cut through the restraints.
Clang!
Her blade struck one of the rings — the impact knocked her weapon back, but it left a small crack in the metal.
(One more strike!)
Before she could swing again, the five rings pulsed — releasing a surge of lightning.
Erza's body jolted violently as pain coursed through every nerve. Her muscles locked up, and her vision blurred.
The electricity numbed her body and clouded her mind, leaving her barely conscious.
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