Chapter 433: Makarov

Outside the screen.

Jura closed his eyes, unable to bear it.

Too miserable!

This was truly too miserable.

Even the Jura of the white world could not imagine what kind of blow his counterpart in that world had suffered!

Just imagine, a person who had been considered a heaven-sent prodigy since birth.

A person who had always believed he was the one who had walked the furthest among the younger generation.

A person who had grown up from childhood to adulthood amidst the praise of countless people.

Although Jura always maintained a humble posture.

But Jura knew himself that, deep down, he was arrogant.

He knew his talent was strong, and he even had the potential to vie for the title of the strongest in the future.

This was inevitable; without such a mindset, Jura could not have reached where he was today.

But all of this was completely shattered by that light, casual slap!

There are people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.

Jura had always understood this principle.

But he never expected that the heaven beyond his sight... would be so high!

Lyon in the guild had already widened his eyes.

An expression of disbelief filled his face.

His mouth was wide open, his gaze fixed dead on everything on the screen.

Even now, he found it hard to believe.

That was Jura!

That was Jura, who had already grown to the level of the Ten Wizard Saints!

Just like that... taken out in one hit??

Everything displayed on the screen made Lyon, a loyal fan of Jura, unable to accept it.

He had thought that the Jura of that world couldn't possibly beat Black Natsu.

But, no matter what, the Jura of that world was still a Ten Wizard Saint level mage.

An existence that shocked the entire audience the moment he appeared.

At the very least, they should have traded a few blows.

Then, realizing the gap, he would lose helplessly; that was the normal process, right?

Who spars by slapping a Ten Wizard Saint to the ground so they can't even crawl back up??

Doesn't this mean that all the guilds present,

and everyone's faces were being pressed into the ground and rubbed frantically?

Doesn't this prove that the Ten Wizard Saint they were secretly shocked by and very wary of was actually just like that, too weak to withstand a single slap?

Isn't this too exaggerated? ===== CHAPTER 434 =====