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Chapter 91 Scarlet Needle!
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'Scarlet Needle!'
Upon seeing this skill, Moen immediately recalled the relevant information.
This is the ultimate technique of the Scorpio Gold Saint: fifteen scarlet needles are injected into the body, and even a god cannot save him; death is certain!
The truly fatal injection is the fifteenth, "Andaris," but there are still options before the fifteenth injection is administered.
Although the lethal needle is the fifteenth needle, the previous fourteen needles are not entirely useless. After being hit by the needles, the enemy will experience unbearable pain and nerve paralysis, just like the deadly venom of a scorpion flowing through their entire body. The blood holes after being hit will also bleed continuously.
The more needles inserted, the more severe the symptoms will become, eventually leading to a gradual loss of the five senses, loss of will, and ultimately, death without realizing it.
In reality, most people don't even make it to the fifteenth injection; those who can endure until the fifteenth injection are true tough guys.
It sounds very powerful, and it is indeed very powerful, but here's the problem: how can you ensure that all fifteen shots are hit?
The Scorpio Gold Saint rarely misses this move, relying on his unparalleled speed and extreme power!
One point must be emphasized: being able to deliver a light-speed punch does not mean that one can deliver a light-speed punch while moving at the speed of light.
These are two different concepts, and the Scorpio Gold Saint can do it, which is why he can maximize the effect of this move. Even other Gold Saints cannot escape his Scarlet Needle.
'Can I do it?'
Moen looked at his right hand. As a flood of information about the Scarlet Needle rushed into his brain, he had already grasped the basics of how to use the technique.
"Buzz!"
As magic surged, the nail on Moen's right index finger immediately changed. The originally clean and normal nail grew longer and sharper, and its color turned scarlet, just like the stinger of a scorpion.
'Scarlet Needle!'
Moen activated his ability, and a crimson ball of magical energy quickly appeared beneath the tip of the crimson poison needle.
Moen took a sudden step forward and thrust out his right hand, the tip of his poison stinger pointing forward, locking onto a pillar.
"boom!"
To Moen's surprise, the scarlet poison needle flew out with incredible speed, struck the thick load-bearing column, and then exploded with a loud bang.
Under Moen's dumbfounded gaze, the load-bearing pillar snapped right where the scarlet needle had struck.
"Boom!"
Before Moen could react, the part of the roof supported by the load-bearing pillars had already begun to collapse noticeably.
"Dude, something seems off about the power of this! Isn't it supposed to be pressure point therapy? Isn't it supposed to be injected into the body to kill enemies with poison?!"
Moen was truly dumbfounded. The power of the Scarlet Needle was beyond belief; let alone penetrating the body, a single Scarlet Needle could have knocked out an ordinary person!
Fifteen bullets to be lethal? Fifteen bullets would probably turn everyone into mincemeat!
Despite his internal shock and frantic complaints, Moen didn't remain idle in the face of the broken load-bearing pillar and the rumbling roof.
"Phew~"
Moen exhaled, then dispelled the "Crimson Needle" from his fingertips. He channeled his magic and punched the supporting pillar.
"Diamond Dust Fist!"
The magic roared, and terrifying freezing air concentrated on the supporting pillar. Layers of frost condensed on the broken pillar, quickly solidifying it into a thick ice pillar.
After finishing that, Moen didn't stop. He then punched the ceiling, and ice quickly froze on the roof.
The two Diamond Star Fists struck, and the rumbling building fell silent, as if it had been completely frozen.
"hiss!"
The chilling wind whipped up by the Diamond Star Fist swept through the banquet hall, making everyone shiver. Young and old alike looked at Mo En with eyes full of surprise and disbelief.
"You brat! What are you doing?!"
Looking at the banquet hall frozen solid, Makarov's forehead veins throbbed. "Although we've already agreed to compensation, what's the point of causing destruction after the fight's already over?!"
Makarov considered himself to be a man of principle. He believed that any damage caused during a fight was unavoidable and he would never complain about it, and would even support full or even excessive compensation.
Battles for mages are not child's play; it's a very dangerous profession, and you must go all out when fighting enemies.
But things are different after the battle. Deliberately causing damage after the battle is absolutely not allowed!
"Ahem, I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't mean to."
Given the current situation, Moen naturally couldn't find any excuse to shift the blame, and he awkwardly admitted his mistake.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Makarov was speechless. He was enjoying the fruits of his victory when his son almost ripped the roof off!
It wasn't just Makarov who was curious about what Moen was up to; the other guild leaders were also staring at Moen with great curiosity.
Under the curious gazes of everyone, Mo En thought to himself that this show-off wasn't something he deliberately intended to do. After carefully considering his words and summarizing the events in a way that wouldn't provoke anyone, he slowly began to speak:
"It's like this, Grandpa, my Celestial Magic just awakened a new ability, and I tried it out of curiosity. Since it's a newly acquired ability, I didn't quite get the hang of it."
Moen's words stunned everyone present, except for one person: Makarov.
Makarov raised an eyebrow, and his smile became even harder to suppress than an AK.
"Another 'new ability' has been 'awakened'? How many is this now?"
Makarov spoke slowly, his voice tinged with doubt, but he emphasized words like "awakening," "new ability," and "several," as if deliberately reminding the other listeners, highlighting an undisguised boast.
"I can't remember, were there ten?"
Moen answered calmly, as if it were nothing special.
"How does it compare to that Star Rose?"
As soon as Moen finished speaking, Makarov followed up with a question, acting like a straight man and guiding the conversation step by step.
"Each has its own merits."
Moen thought for a moment and gave his evaluation. Although his "Royal Demon Palace Rose" was a one-time use item, it was still the ability of a Gold Saint. The poor effect was his problem, not the ability itself. After all, he only had that one rose.
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Everyone fell silent.
Listen to this! Listen to this! Is this even human language?!
Is this magic something that can be awakened just like that?
Is it possible for new abilities to keep awakening endlessly? And a new ability keeps popping up every now and then?
Ten new abilities? And they're all as powerful as that "Star Rose"?
Is this some kind of heavenly feat?!
"You two, father and son."
Goldman couldn't help but laugh helplessly as he remarked that the father and son had truly stolen the show at tonight's banquet.
Not only did they defeat Joseph Bora, who has always been arrogant and domineering and has been subtly at odds with Fairy Tail, but they also made a name for themselves by stepping on the Ten Wizard Saints. And that wasn't enough; one "surprise" after another followed. I bet everyone present will never forget this day.
"Is this guy really human?"
The older generation might sigh and marvel at how heroes emerge from among the young, but the younger generation now looks at Moen with a strange glint in their eyes. They no longer even dare to consider Moen as a target; Moen's talent is simply too dazzling! He's not human; he's a pure cheat code!
"Alright, alright, everyone else who's okay, hurry up and pack up and go back to sleep! Let these two stay here and guard the house, make sure it doesn't collapse!"
Grandma Oba shook her head, yelling loudly with an annoyed look on her face, and then turned and left with Jura Regis. She had had enough of these troublesome guys from Fairy Tail!
"Don't worry! My son and I won't be sleeping tonight!"
Makarov readily agreed, acknowledging that the mess in the banquet hall was indeed their fault, and that he would never shirk the responsibility he was supposed to bear.
(End of this chapter)