'Scarlet Needle!'
Upon seeing this skill, Moen immediately recalled the related information.
This was the ultimate technique of the Scorpio Gold Saint. Fifteen Scarlet Needles embedded into the body—once they were all in, even gods could not save you. Death was inevitable!
The truly fatal strike was the fifteenth needle, "Antares." Before the fifteenth needle landed, there was still a choice.
Although the killing strike was the fifteenth needle, the first fourteen were by no means useless. Once struck, the enemy would suffer unbearable pain and neural paralysis, as if a scorpion's deadly venom were flowing through their entire body. The blood holes left by the needles would also continue bleeding nonstop.
The more needles that landed, the more severe the symptoms became. In the end, the victim would gradually lose their five senses, lose their will, and unknowingly die.
In reality, most people could not even endure until the fifteenth needle fell. Those who could persist all the way to the fifteenth needle were true tough men.
It sounded incredibly powerful and it truly was but the problem arose: how could one ensure landing all fifteen needles?
Scorpio Gold Saints rarely missed when using this move. What they relied on was unrivaled speed—absolute, extreme stats!
One point had to be emphasized: being able to throw punches at the speed of light did not mean being able to throw punches while moving at the speed of light.
These were two completely different concepts, and Scorpio Gold Saints could do exactly that. That was why they could unleash the full potential of this technique—so much so that even fellow Gold Saints could not evade the Scarlet Needle.
'Can I do it?'
Moen looked at his right hand. As an overwhelming amount of information about Scarlet Needle flooded into his mind, he had already grasped the basics of how to use the skill.
"Buzz!"
Magic surged. The fingernail on Moen's right index finger immediately began to change. The originally clean, normal nail grew longer and sharper, its color turning a deep crimson—like the stinger at the end of a scorpion's tail.
'Scarlet Needle!'
Moen activated the ability. Beneath the crimson stinger at his fingertip, a scarlet magic light condensed rapidly.
He suddenly stepped forward and thrust out his right hand. The poisonous stinger shot forward, locking onto a pillar ahead.
"Boom!"
A scene that made Moen's eyes widen in shock occurred. The Scarlet Needle shot out at astonishing speed, struck the thick load-bearing pillar, and produced a violent explosion.
Under Moen's dumbfounded gaze, the pillar fractured directly at the point where the Scarlet Needle hit.
"Rumble—!"
Before Moen could even react, the section of the roof supported by that pillar began to visibly collapse.
"Bro, something's wrong with this power! Isn't this supposed to be acupuncture? Isn't it supposed to enter the body and kill with poison?!"
Moen was completely stunned. Forget embedding into the body—if this hit a normal person, a single Scarlet Needle would turn them straight into Gojo Satoru, alright?!
Fifteen needles to kill? Fifteen needles would probably turn someone into minced meat!
Though his mind was filled with shocked internal screaming, Moen did not stand idle while the pillar broke and the ceiling thundered.
"Hoo—"
Moen let out a breath and directly dispersed the Scarlet Needle at his fingertip. He gathered his magic power and threw a punch toward the broken pillar.
"Diamond Dust!"
Magic roared as terrifying freezing air concentrated on the pillar. Layer after layer of frost condensed around the fractured section, rapidly forming a thick pillar of ice.
After doing this, Moen didn't stop. He followed up with another punch toward the ceiling, where ice rapidly spread and solidified as well.
With these two Diamond Dust punches, the rumbling building instantly fell silent, as if it had been completely frozen.
"Hiss!"
The freezing wind stirred up by Diamond Dust swept through the banquet hall, making everyone shiver. Old and young alike all turned to look at Moen, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.
"You little brat! What are you doing?!"
Looking at the banquet hall frozen solid before him, veins bulged on Makarov's forehead. Although they had already accepted responsibility for compensation, why were you still causing destruction after the fight was over?!
Makarov believed he had principles. Damage caused during battle was unavoidable, and he would never complain—he would even support full or excessive compensation.
Mage battles were not child's play; this was a dangerous profession. When fighting enemies, one must naturally go all out.
But after the battle was over, it was a completely different matter. Deliberately causing destruction afterward was absolutely unacceptable!
"Ahem… sorry, Grandpa. I didn't mean to."
Faced with the situation before him, Moen had no excuse to shift the blame. He admitted his mistake with an awkward expression.
"What exactly were you doing?"
Makarov looked completely speechless. He had been enjoying the fruits of victory here, and as a result, his own kid almost blew the roof off the place!
It wasn't just Makarov who was curious about what Moen was doing—the other guild masters were also staring at Moen with great curiosity.
Under everyone's inquisitive gazes, Moen thought to himself that he really hadn't intended to show off at all. After briefly choosing his words and summarizing what had happened in a way that would stimulate everyone as little as possible, he slowly spoke:
"It's like this, Grandpa. Just now, my Celestial Spirit Magic awakened another new ability. I tried it out out of curiosity. Since it was a newly acquired ability, I didn't quite control the strength."
The moment Moen said this, everyone present froze on the spot, except for one person—Makarov.
Makarov raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth began to rise again, becoming even harder to suppress than an AK.
"Awakened another 'new ability'? This is already the how many-th one?"
Makarov spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of confusion, but he deliberately stressed the words "awakened," "new ability," and "how many," as if he were intentionally reminding the other listeners—blatantly showing off without the slightest attempt to hide it.
"I can't remember clearly. Has it reached ten?"
Moen replied calmly, as if this were nothing worth making a fuss over.
"How does it compare to that Stellar Rose?"
As soon as Moen finished speaking, Makarov immediately followed up, acting like a perfect hype man, guiding the conversation step by step.
"Each has its own merits."
Moen thought for a moment before giving his evaluation. Although his "Royal Demon Palace Rose" was a one-time use, it was still the ability of a Gold Saint. If the effect was lacking, that was his own problem, not the ability's—after all, he only had that one rose.
"..."
Everyone was rendered speechless.
Listen to that! Just listen to him!
Is magic something you can just awaken whenever you want? And awaken endlessly at that? A new ability every now and then? Ten new abilities, all as strong as that "Stellar Rose"?
Isn't this going straight to the heavens?!
"You two, grandfather and grandson…"
Goldmine couldn't help but laugh helplessly from the side. Tonight's banquet had truly let these two steal all the spotlight.
Not only had they chased away Jose Porla, who was always arrogant and domineering and openly hostile toward Fairy Tail, but they had also allowed the younger generation to rise to fame completely—stepping on the reputation of the Ten Wizard Saints to do so. And even that wasn't enough; the "surprises" kept coming one after another. It was likely that everyone present would find it hard to forget today.
"Is this guy really human?"
The older generation could at most sigh in admiration at how heroes emerged from the young, but the younger generation was already looking at Moen differently. They no longer even had the courage to treat Moen as a target. His talent was simply too dazzling! He wasn't human at all—he was a pure cheat!
"Alright, alright! Anyone else who has nothing to do, hurry up and clean up and go back to sleep! Let these two stay here and keep watch—don't let the house collapse!"
Granny Obba?
Granny Obba shook her head and shouted loudly with an annoyed expression. Then she turned and left with Jura Neekis. She had had enough of these troublemaking Fairy Tail people!
"Don't worry! The two of us won't sleep tonight!"
Makarov agreed immediately. After all, turning the banquet hall into this state was indeed their fault, and he had never shirked responsibility when it was his to bear.
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