"Fairy Tail is the strongest guild!"
"Nonsense! Phantom Lord is the strongest guild!"
"You're the nonsense! Phantom Lord are nothing!"
"All right, all right! I think you've been praised for too long!"
As Moen's attention was drawn here, Makarov and Jose Porla had already started clashing in an argument.
Both men were red-faced and furious. One reason was that they had drunk quite a bit, the other was genuine anger. Both were starting to get serious.
"What? What's happening?"
Moen was completely confused. He hurried over.
"Hey! Moen! Are you going to meddle in guild master matters too?"
Bacchus called out to Moen in surprise.
Looking at the situation, Bacchus didn't dare get close. Makarov and Jose's magical power had already erupted, and their terrifying auras made one's mind tremble.
Although Bacchus liked fighting strong opponents, he didn't enjoy throwing his life away. The "Ten Great Wizard Saint" were a realm he could only look up to for now. The residual impact of their battle might be more than he could withstand, so it was better to stay safely in the back.
"Of course. That's my grandfather. How could I stand by and do nothing?"
Moen said this, then ignored Bacchus, squeezing directly to Makarov and Jose Porla, who were surrounded by onlookers.
"Guild Master Jose, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Standing next to them, braving that terrifying magical pressure, Moen squinted and stared intently at the foul aura surrounding Jose Porla.
As one of the "Ten Great Wizard Saint," Jose Porla's magical power was not much less than Makarov's; at least, they seemed evenly matched.
Yet the aura they gave off was completely different. Makarov's magic was open and bright, even radiating golden light.
By contrast, around Jose Porla, purple evil magic drifted everywhere, exuding the scent of death. Any mage of insufficient strength would feel nauseated just standing before him.
"Get lost! You immature little hound, don't bark here!"
Jose Porla glanced at Moen and spat his words. Naturally, he despised the genius boy of Fairy Tail, even more so since Moen was Makarov's grandson.
"Crazy!"
Moen's face darkened immediately. Jose Porla truly had no shame! No wonder he didn't look like a good person.
Moen felt he had already been polite in speaking and meant no disrespect. Yet Jose Porla insulted without hesitation, showing no manners, no ethics.
"A man in his thirties, one of the Ten Great Wizard Saint, provoking an eighty-year-old elder, insulting a boy just over ten… Guild Master Jose Porla, truly full of virtue and talent, shameless to the core!"
Moen spoke decisively, without flinching due to Jose Porla's status or power, going straight for real damage.
Lies don't hurt; truth is the sharpest blade!
Jose Porla's foul mouth was just baseless, floating words with no weight. Moen's words, however, stabbed straight to the heart like a sharp knife.
"This is too much. Jose, taking advantage of your prime age, hitting up, insulting down—that's bullying, isn't it?"
"Big brother, you don't really think Jose could beat old man Makarov, do you? I'd be afraid he'd get beaten badly!"
"Jose has always been like this. Nose in the air, looking down on everyone. Old man Makarov should teach him a lesson!"
"This kid's brave, daring to confront Jose like this. Even standing by him, I'd feel the impact. This child isn't afraid at all—truly a hero from a young age!"
"Could it be that your strength is just too weak?"
"You want a fight too?!"
The surrounding guild masters all talked at once, giving Jose Porla no face at all. Few were rooting for him, and most didn't have a good relationship with him.
"You bastard! You're asking for death!"
Jose Porla's face turned red. First, his deeds were indeed hard to defend most crucially, many actually believed he couldn't beat Makarov, which he could not tolerate!
"Buzz!"
Jose Porla stretched out his hand. Purple-black light condensed on his five fingers. The aura of dark magic was so dense.
Five purple missiles shot toward Moen at incredible speed. But before the dark magic projectiles could hit him, Makarov had already positioned himself in front of Moen.
"Buzz!"
A golden magic circle opened, directly intercepting the projectiles.
"Jose!!! Looks like I have to teach you a lesson!"
Makarov lifted his head, staring at Jose Porla with a ferocious glare. He looked terrifying.
Jose Porla had struck at Moen, touching the old man's reverse scale. From now on, this was no longer just a matter of pride!
"Buzz!!!"
Terrifying magical power erupted from Makarov. Its oppressive aura forced the surrounding guild masters to stagger back, each face full of reverence for the strong.
"Makarov! Calm down!"
Goldmine shouted anxiously. Their arena really couldn't withstand Makarov acting recklessly!
Goldmine knew Makarov's power well; the old man could destroy this place with a single step!
"You shouldn't fight here! If you must fight, take it outside!"
Bob was also nearby, trying to reason. He saw that today's matter wouldn't end without a fight.
However, if the two "Ten Great Wizard Saint" fought, it would be best to move elsewhere. Otherwise, this arena would be destroyed in minutes.
"You old fool! Today I'll see your true strength! Let's see if you old men who occupy positions are really worthy!"
Goldmine and Bob's words were completely ignored by Jose Porla. He was staring at Makarov with excitement all over his face.
To be honest, Jose Porla had been waiting for this day for a very long time!
Today, he would openly defeat Makarov before everyone's eyes!
He would declare that Phantom Lord would reclaim the title of the strongest. That damn "Fairy Tail" was nothing but a bunch of thieves! Thieves who had stolen the throne of Number One!
"Young people don't know how high the sky is until they get beaten."
Makarov spoke slowly with a grim face. His expression was extremely fierce—whenever someone attacked a child of his guild, this brutal side of him would be revealed.
"Boom!!!"
"Crack crack crack!"
"Clatter clatter clatter!"
As Makarov's anger rose, the ground began to shake and split. The guild's meeting hall trembled repeatedly, tables and chairs rattled nonstop, and glassware and windows were shattered instantly by the surging magical shockwaves.
The venue for the routine meeting was built by all members of the regional guild alliance, with everyone sharing the cost. The expenses for each meeting were also split evenly among those attending.
However, the cost of repairing this destruction clearly would not be shared this time. Everything would be paid by Makarov alone—Fairy Tail would have to cover all of it, since the damage was caused entirely by Makarov himself.
But, if Fairy Tail did not want to pay, there was still another option: beat Jose Porla into a pulp and have Phantom Lord pay for reconstruction.
The battle between Makarov and Jose Porla was about to erupt, yet at this moment Moen's attention drifted away because of the system.
[ Ding! Mission triggered! ]
[ Mission Name: "Attack on the Ten Saints!"
Mission Details:
Jose Porla, one of the Ten Great Wizard Saints, Guild Master of Phantom Lord, and mortal enemy of Fairy Tail.
At the guild masters' routine meeting, he provoked Makarov and you, and insulted the Fairy Tail guild. You must teach him a lesson!
Mission Progress: Defeat Jose Porla (Not Completed)
Mission Reward: Random Gold Saint Skill. ]
Looking at the mission details, Moen was full of question marks.
'Huh? I'm fighting a Wizard Saint?'
Seeing his grandfather Makarov in front of him and Jose Porla on the opposite side, Moen swallowed hard. Although he had always been confident in his strength and even more confident in the future—
Training his Cosmo to the point where he could punch the sky apart and kick the earth to pieces would be nothing… but that was not now!
Currently, Moen had only connected with three constellations, and among his skills only Pegasus Meteor Fist was about to reach intermediate level. Fighting a Wizard Saint now was pure exaggeration—those Wizard Saints were not easy opponents!
Under Moen's gaze, Makarov slapped forward. His arm rapidly expanded, completely covering Jose Porla.
Jose Porla's figure vanished instantly, then reappeared at another spot not far away. It looked like teleportation.
"Boom!"
Makarov's giant hand slammed into the ground. The entire building shook violently. That slap almost shattered the foundation completely and this was him holding back, or rather, not even using real force yet.