Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Everything seemed to be exactly as Ximu had expected.

He was like a customer who had bought freeze-dried snacks at the cat cafe counter and was enthusiastically feeding the cats on duty.

Dragon Slayer Mages can consume items of the same element as themselves to enhance their power.

And flames are Natsu's food.

Similarly, Ximu could also do this, but not by himself, but by the Azure Codex.

The Azure Codex is able to devour a great deal of magical power because of the attributeless nature of the black dragon Acnologia.

Ximu is not simply a Dragon Slayer Mage. He does not suffer from the negative effects of Dragon Slayer Mage motion sickness, nor does he need to consume beings of the same attribute.

"I think that's enough for now, heh!" Natsu grinned sheepishly, and flames climbed back up his body.

This time, the flames surrounding him seemed even hotter than before.

“Very good.” Ximu nodded.

He remained suspended in the air and said earnestly, "I told you before that I am the one who controls the sky."

"Although some things have been forgotten, they can now be presented in another way..."

"Even if it's not as grand as my past."

As Ximu spoke, Natsu detected a hint of melancholy in his tone.

He knew this guy had an extremely powerful past, which was one of the reasons he considered Ximu a formidable opponent.

"It's coming," Ximu said to himself.

He stretched out his hand, and magic circles appeared one after another, then dimmed again.

“Wind,” he called out.

Inside the arena, a gentle breeze suddenly arose, gradually growing from a slight gust that ruffled the hem of clothing into a violent one.

The powerful winds were enough to darken the sky and make the earth gloomy.

Soon, a semi-illusory vortex of wind condensed above the arena, stirring the sky and dragging endless dark clouds in from all directions.

Soon, the sky over the capital city fell into darkness.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and a gloomy world descended.

But Ximu's magic was not over yet.

"Rain," he continued, issuing the decree.

Drops of water fell joyfully from the sky, each drop carrying a magical weight.

They fell to the ground, but cleverly avoided Ximu himself.

This time, he won't get soaked.

"Lightning," Ximu continued to call out.

Thick bolts of lightning, like dragons and serpents, roamed among the layers of dark clouds.

Whenever it flashes, it illuminates the faces of everyone in the arena with a golden glow.

These lightning bolts were all golden.

It is just as dazzling as Laxus's Lightning Dragon Slayer Magic.

A golden thunder dragon emerged from the thick clouds and slowly swooped down from the sky.

Heaven and earth faded.

The wind that breaks down magic, the rain that weakens the opponent, and the thunder that directly crushes the masculine and domineering.

Ximu blended so many different spells together and released them all at once, like some kind of interconnected technique.

His figure seemed to be firmly nailed to the air, like a bold stroke of ink in a painting depicting the Great Cataclysm.

The world was a deep, grim blue.

A thunderbolt, symbolizing slaughter, crashed down.

Natsu ran wildly around the ring.

The thunder dragon formed by the Thunder Dragon Slayer magic seemed to have a navigation system, relentlessly pursuing him.

This thunderous dragon is even more powerful than Laxus's Thunder Dragon Halberd.

There are limits to what can be achieved in a ring.

Standing at the edge of the field, Natsu looked solemnly at the lightning that was chasing him.

Even now, Ximu hasn't even engaged in close combat with him.

Even so, he was nearing his limit.

There was no way to avoid it now, so Natsu mustered his strength.

With such magical power, he could only fight back with the roar of a fire dragon.

Fortunately, the flames he had just devoured greatly amplified his power.

An even larger fiery tornado emerged from his mouth, lunging at the lightning like two dragons locked in a fierce struggle, relentlessly biting and entangled with each other.

A moment later, all the light and color on the arena faded away.

Natsu was bent over, breathing heavily.

In any case, the thunderous dragon was finally defeated by his counterattack.

He gave a thumbs-up to Ximu in the sky and gasped for breath.

If it were any more intense, he probably wouldn't be able to take it.

But the feeling of knowing you're outmatched yet still engaging in a relentless battle is just too exhilarating.

"Just as I thought, you're terrifyingly powerful." Natsu's shocked gaze fell on Nishiki.

As far as I can remember, even when I was furious, Makarov didn't give him such a sense of oppression.

The winds blowing from all directions were relentlessly eroding his magic, and within the celestial phenomena constructed by Ximu, he would only grow weaker with each battle.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

Natsu gritted his teeth and confirmed this fact.

In his fervent state, he seemed to have suddenly gained a surge of strength.

Natsu unleashes his power again; if this scene were shown in the anime, it would be accompanied by his own rousing music.

This guy is always the protagonist who gets pushed to the limit and then breaks through it again.

He mustered his strength and took heavy steps, one after another, toward Ximu.

On stage, the commentator held down the hem of his fluttering clothes, speechless for a moment.

He never imagined that their battle would escalate to such a scale.

Especially Ximu, is this guy some kind of god who controls the celestial phenomena?

Simply float in the sky and move your finger, and you can cause the world to lose its color.

"We see it!" The commentator finally came to his senses. "Natsu just killed Westwood's strongest lightning dragon, and now he's going to retaliate!"

His words were like a clarion call urging Natsu to charge forward.

In the audience, tens of thousands of people stared silently.

They were so captivated by the scene that some kept murmuring to themselves.

"This time, it was truly worth dying for."

Natsu launched another attack.

But is everything as they thought, or as the explanation said?

west Mu raised the corners of his mouth.

He raised his hand and pressed it down.

In an instant, bolts of lightning struck from the dark clouds in the sky.

The sudden appearance of thunder sounded like the roar of a dragon, with a hundred of them appearing in the blink of an eye, each one thicker and more powerful than the last.

“The second wave,” Ximu said with a smile.

In an instant, the entire venue fell into dead silence.

If just a thunderous dragon had already given Natsu a major headache, then...

So, at this very moment.

What about the hundred heads that fell from the sky right after?

In the air, Ximu spread his arms and said happily, "Is that enough? If not, there's more. My interest has only just been piqued."

He was bathed in golden light, and the flashing lightning seemed to illuminate another side of him.

Another face, dark yet youthful, paired with demon wings behind him.

A being known as the Demon of Heaven has only just begun to reveal its true power.

“Brother, do you see? With your help, I have grown to such a great extent.”

During the battle, Ximu was thinking about something else entirely.

He didn't find Zhou Lan in the arena, which puzzled him.

But soon, an extremely familiar aura, yet one that did not belong to Zhou Lan, suddenly and abruptly descended upon this world.

Ximu was taken aback.

"That guy...why is he here?"

Chapter 382 The Professionals Arrive

Ximu was somewhat stunned.

In this world, he actually smelled the scent of that guy, the Holy Lord.

"What a joke," he pondered for a moment.

There is only one possibility: Zhou Lan has also taken over the Holy Lord.

"Hiss, there's no reason for that." In the sky, Ximu rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.

What formidable enemy could Zhou Lan possibly need to take on the task of fighting alongside the Holy Lord?

That's impossible.

Based on his current abilities, he could practically sweep aside all the mages in this world; at least in a one-on-one fight, he was second to none.

If such an enemy existed, how could he not know it?

west Mu couldn't quite figure out what Zhou Lan was thinking.

However, his expression and hesitation were interpreted differently by the commentators and the audience.

"Huh? Nishiki has stopped. What's he doing?"

"Could it be that even he can't maintain such a massive amount of magic? Is Natsu's chance about to come?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ximu shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

Faced with the questions, he smiled indifferently: "No, not at all."

He then pressed his hand down sharply, and nearly a hundred thunder dragons fell instantly, filling the entire arena with golden light that blinded everyone.

The light lasted for a while before finally dissipating.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they saw Natsu being carried by Ximu, who placed him on one side of the arena in front of the Fairy Tail members.

"It's over." He clapped his hands, looking completely relaxed.

Natsu, meanwhile, lay on the ground, seeing stars.

Admittedly, he was already strong enough to be considered a renowned mage. His unwavering character and immense potential allowed him to grow stronger with each battle, even defeating many opponents of vastly different strength.

However, everything has its limits.