[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-fairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic":3,"chapter-fairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic-fairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic-chapter-88":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Fairy Tail: You Call This Spirit Magic?!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2354628,4605,"Chapter 88: Huh? I Fight a Saint Ten? (Request Subscription!)","fairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>\"Fairy Tail is the strongest guild!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bullshit! Phantom Lord is the strongest guild!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Itachi’re the one spouting bullshit! Phantom Lord is nothing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, fine, fine! I see Itachi’ve been pampered too long!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Mo En’s attention was drawn to this side, Makarov and Jose Porla were already shouting at each other head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men were flushed red—partly from drinking too much, partly from genuine anger; both had truly lost their temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo En looked bewildered and hurried over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Mo En! Are Itachi going to meddle in the elders’ affairs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palkas called out to Mo En, his face full of shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course—he’s my grandfather. How could I just stand by and do nothing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo En dropped those words and ignored Palkas, pushing straight through the crowd to stand beside Makarov and Jose Porla.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jose Porla, what are Itachi trying to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside them, enduring the crushing magical pressure, Mo En narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Jose Porla, who radiated a repulsive aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their presence felt utterly different: Makarov’s magic was open and righteous, even glowing with golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around Jose Porla, violet evil magic drifted freely, exuding a deathly stench; lesser mages felt nauseated just standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get lost! Itachi stinking pup, don’t bark here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Itachi’re insane!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo En’s face darkened instantly. This Jose Porla really had no shame! No wonder he looked like a bad guy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo En spoke without hesitation, showing no retreat despite Jose Porla’s status or power—he struck straight at the truth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lies don’t hurt; truth is the sharp blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jose Porla’s foul mouth was baseless gossip, utterly unsupported—but Mo En’s words were like a dagger piercing straight to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s really too much. Jose, using his prime years to strike at elders and insult children—isn’t that bullying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old brother, Itachi don’t really think Jose can beat Grandpa Makarov, do Itachi? I fear he’ll be beaten into puke!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jose’s always been like this—nose in the air, looking down on everyone. Makarov should teach him a lesson!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it just be that Itachi’re too weak?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Itachi want to fight too?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Itachi bastard! Itachi’re asking for death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, most of them believed he couldn’t beat Makarov—that was the most unbearable thing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hum!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jose Porla extended his hand, five fingers Ningju ing purple-black light, thick with the aura of dreadful dark magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five violet projectiles shot toward Mo En at astonishing speed—but before they could strike, Makarov had already stepped between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hum!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden magic array opened, swallowing the dark projectiles whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jose!!! It’s clear Itachi need a beating!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Makarov lifted his head, glaring at Jose Porla with a ferocious, terrifying gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jose Porla attacking Mo En had crossed the old man’s red line—this was no longer just a clash of tempers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hum!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Makarov! Calm down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Deman shouted anxiously at Makarov—this venue couldn’t withstand Makarov’s rampage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Deman knew Makarov’s power well—the old man could destroy this place with a single kick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t fight here! If Itachi must fight, go outside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bob also urged, realizing today’s conflict couldn’t be resolved without a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But two Saint Mage Sages fighting? Better move elsewhere—otherwise, this venue would be demolished in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old man! Today I’ll see just how strong Itachi really are! See if Itachi old men clinging to your titles still deserve them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jose Porla ignored Gao Deman and Bob entirely—he stared at Makarov with gleeful excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Jose Porla had waited for this day a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he would publicly defeat Makarov in front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young man, Itachi won’t know your place until Itachi’re beaten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Makarov spoke slowly, his face grim and fierce—when anyone harmed the children of his guild, he revealed this terrifying side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boom!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crack! Crack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rattle! Rattle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting hall was built with shared costs from all participating regional guilds, and every meeting’s expenses were split among attendees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Fairy Tail had a way to avoid paying: beat Jose Porla senseless and make Phantom Lord foot the bill for reconstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle between Makarov and Jose Porla was about to ignite—but at this moment, Mo En was distracted by his system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ding! Quest triggered!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Quest Name: “Saint Ten Attacks!”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Quest Content:】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jose Porla, one of the Ten Saint Mage Sages and leader of Phantom Lord, is Fairy Tail’s mortal enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the guild leaders’ meeting, he provoked Makarov and Itachi, insulted Fairy Tail, and must be taught a lesson!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quest Progress: Defeat Jose Porla (Incomplete)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quest Reward: Random Golden Saint Warrior Skill.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the quest details, Mo En was baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Huh? Me fight a Saint Ten?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Cosmic Energy training was solid—he could tear the sky and shatter the earth with ease—but that wasn’t now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Mo En’s gaze, Makarov swung his palm—his arm rapidly expanded, engulfing Jose Porla completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jose Porla vanished instantly, reappearing elsewhere nearby—as if teleporting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1262,"2026-06-21T03:49:57.516Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d116dec1310eae2c2a74f05b2ca8b9e550a5f239af567e115e2b11941edc090d","fairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic-chapter-89","fairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic-chapter-87",103,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffairy-tail-you-call-this-spirit-magic-cover.jpg"]