Chapter 88: Huh? I Fight a Saint Ten? (Request Subscription!)

"Fairy Tail is the strongest guild!"

"Bullshit! Phantom Lord is the strongest guild!"

"Itachi’re the one spouting bullshit! Phantom Lord is nothing!"

"Fine, fine, fine! I see Itachi’ve been pampered too long!"

When Mo En’s attention was drawn to this side, Makarov and Jose Porla were already shouting at each other head-on.

Both men were flushed red—partly from drinking too much, partly from genuine anger; both had truly lost their temper.

"What’s going on?"

Mo En looked bewildered and hurried over.

"Hey! Mo En! Are Itachi going to meddle in the elders’ affairs?"

Palkas called out to Mo En, his face full of shock.

Seeing the situation, Palkas dared not approach—the magic power radiating from Makarov and Jose had erupted, their terrifying aura shaking the spirits of everyone nearby.

Palkas loved fighting strong opponents, but he wasn’t suicidal; the “Ten Saint Mage Sages” were a realm he could only look up to—mere battle ripples might overwhelm him. He’d better just stand far away.

"Of course—he’s my grandfather. How could I just stand by and do nothing?"

Mo En dropped those words and ignored Palkas, pushing straight through the crowd to stand beside Makarov and Jose Porla.

"Jose Porla, what are Itachi trying to do?"

Standing beside them, enduring the crushing magical pressure, Mo En narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Jose Porla, who radiated a repulsive aura.

As one of the Ten Saint Mage Sages, Jose Porla’s magic power was nearly equal to Makarov’s—at least, they appeared evenly matched.

But their presence felt utterly different: Makarov’s magic was open and righteous, even glowing with golden light.

Around Jose Porla, violet evil magic drifted freely, exuding a deathly stench; lesser mages felt nauseated just standing before him.

"Get lost! Itachi stinking pup, don’t bark here!"

Jose Porla glanced at Mo En and spat out the insult outright—he’d never liked the prodigy of Fairy Tail, especially since Mo En was Makarov’s grandson.

"Itachi’re insane!"

Mo En’s face darkened instantly. This Jose Porla really had no shame! No wonder he looked like a bad guy!

Mo En thought he’d spoken politely enough, with no disrespect intended—but Jose Porla launched straight into insults, showing zero decorum, zero martial virtue.

"A thirty-something, prime-age Saint Mage Sage dares to provoke an octogenarian elder and insult a child barely in his teens? Jose Porla, Itachi’re truly overflowing with martial virtue and moral excellence—your face is gone!"

Mo En spoke without hesitation, showing no retreat despite Jose Porla’s status or power—he struck straight at the truth!

Lies don’t hurt; truth is the sharp blade!

Jose Porla’s foul mouth was baseless gossip, utterly unsupported—but Mo En’s words were like a dagger piercing straight to the heart.

"That’s really too much. Jose, using his prime years to strike at elders and insult children—isn’t that bullying?"

"Old brother, Itachi don’t really think Jose can beat Grandpa Makarov, do Itachi? I fear he’ll be beaten into puke!"

"Jose’s always been like this—nose in the air, looking down on everyone. Makarov should teach him a lesson!"

"This kid’s got guts—daring to stand up to Jose like this! I’m right beside Jose and still feel the pressure, yet this kid isn’t fazed at all—true heroes emerge young!"

"Could it just be that Itachi’re too weak?"

"Itachi want to fight too?!"

The surrounding guild leaders chattered nonstop, giving Jose Porla zero respect—not a single one seemed to side with him; they all clearly had bad relations with Jose Porla.

"Itachi bastard! Itachi’re asking for death!"

Jose Porla exploded with rage—his actions were indeed shameful, like punching the elderly and kicking children, and the mockery from the guild leaders made his blood boil beyond endurance.

Worse still, most of them believed he couldn’t beat Makarov—that was the most unbearable thing!

"Hum!"

Jose Porla extended his hand, five fingers Ningju ing purple-black light, thick with the aura of dreadful dark magic.

Five violet projectiles shot toward Mo En at astonishing speed—but before they could strike, Makarov had already stepped between them.

"Hum!"

A golden magic array opened, swallowing the dark projectiles whole.

"Jose!!! It’s clear Itachi need a beating!"

Makarov lifted his head, glaring at Jose Porla with a ferocious, terrifying gaze.

Jose Porla attacking Mo En had crossed the old man’s red line—this was no longer just a clash of tempers!

"Hum!!!"

Terrifying magic erupted from Makarov, the pressure radiating from it forcing the surrounding guild leaders to stagger backward, their faces filled with awe for true power.

"Makarov! Calm down!"

Gao Deman shouted anxiously at Makarov—this venue couldn’t withstand Makarov’s rampage!

Gao Deman knew Makarov’s power well—the old man could destroy this place with a single kick!

"Don’t fight here! If Itachi must fight, go outside!"

Bob also urged, realizing today’s conflict couldn’t be resolved without a battle.

But two Saint Mage Sages fighting? Better move elsewhere—otherwise, this venue would be demolished in seconds.

"Old man! Today I’ll see just how strong Itachi really are! See if Itachi old men clinging to your titles still deserve them!"

Jose Porla ignored Gao Deman and Bob entirely—he stared at Makarov with gleeful excitement.

To be honest, Jose Porla had waited for this day a long time.

Today, he would publicly defeat Makarov in front of everyone.

He would declare that Phantom Lord would reclaim the title of strongest—Fairy Tail? Just a gang of thieves, thieves who stole the top seat!

"Young man, Itachi won’t know your place until Itachi’re beaten."

Makarov spoke slowly, his face grim and fierce—when anyone harmed the children of his guild, he revealed this terrifying side.

"Boom!!!"

"Crack! Crack!"

"Rattle! Rattle!"

As Makarov’s rage surged, the ground trembled and cracked, the entire guild hall shook, tables and chairs vibrated violently, and glassware, windows, and everything else shattered from the magical shockwaves.

The meeting hall was built with shared costs from all participating regional guilds, and every meeting’s expenses were split among attendees.

But now, the cost of repairing this destruction would not be shared—it would fall entirely on Makarov, entirely on Fairy Tail, since he alone caused the damage.

Still, Fairy Tail had a way to avoid paying: beat Jose Porla senseless and make Phantom Lord foot the bill for reconstruction.

The battle between Makarov and Jose Porla was about to ignite—but at this moment, Mo En was distracted by his system.

【Ding! Quest triggered!】

【Quest Name: “Saint Ten Attacks!”】

【Quest Content:】

Jose Porla, one of the Ten Saint Mage Sages and leader of Phantom Lord, is Fairy Tail’s mortal enemy.

At the guild leaders’ meeting, he provoked Makarov and Itachi, insulted Fairy Tail, and must be taught a lesson!

Quest Progress: Defeat Jose Porla (Incomplete)

Quest Reward: Random Golden Saint Warrior Skill.】

Looking at the quest details, Mo En was baffled.

'Huh? Me fight a Saint Ten?'

Gazing at Grandpa Makarov and across at Jose Porla, Mo En swallowed hard. Though he’d always been confident in his strength and certain of his future...

His Cosmic Energy training was solid—he could tear the sky and shatter the earth with ease—but that wasn’t now!

Right now, he’d only connected with three constellations, and only one skill, “Pegasus Meteor Fist,” was nearing intermediate level. Fighting a Saint Mage Sage right now was absurd—these Saint Tens weren’t to be trifled with!

Under Mo En’s gaze, Makarov swung his palm—his arm rapidly expanded, engulfing Jose Porla completely.

Jose Porla vanished instantly, reappearing elsewhere nearby—as if teleporting.

"Boom!"

Makarov’s palm slammed into the ground—the entire building shuddered. His strike nearly shattered the foundation; he’d clearly held back—or rather, hadn’t even begun to use his full power.

(End of Chapter)