Chapter 421

At this moment,

Undoubtedly, standing atop the tree canopy and holding the 'Fragment of the Great Will,' Byosen became the center of everyone's attention.

Countless eyes converged upon him, and in an instant, the pressure of countless magical forces descended upon the canopy.

"This is troublesome."

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, Lucy and Wendy had long been thrown into unprecedented panic, yet Byosen remained calm, his dark eyes showing not the slightest ripple.

And at this very moment,

Zing!

A blinding light shot forth—Wahr charged ahead first, a beam of magical energy piercing straight toward Byosen.

The power of the magic made the very air tremble violently.

Seeing this, Byosen merely lifted his hand slightly.

Boom!

Amidst flying dust, the sound of clashing abilities rang out!

That dark magical beam halted mere inches before Byosen's hand, then shattered instantly as his fingers closed.

Wahr's attack had been stopped bare-handed!

Witnessing this scene, everyone present was stunned.

Jellal, who had come with Precht, also wore an expression of shock, his gaze toward Byosen filled with disbelief.

Though unaware of Wahr's identity, their prior battles had made clear just how terrifying his power was—he was no less formidable than Precht, and some even sensed he hadn't been using his full strength.

Compared to him, even Jellal admitted he was inferior.

Yet such a powerful Wahr had his attack blocked!

And not just blocked—he had crushed it bare-handed.

Recall that only recently he had been able to trade blows with Byosen; when had Byosen's power grown so immense?

Had Byosen merely been playing with him back then?

The shock was not limited to Jellal alone—most stunned of all was undoubtedly Wahr himself.

Though August had already warned him before entering another world that among the three Death Gods, Byosen was the strongest, this scene still left Wahr utterly astonished.

That previous strike hadn't been his full power, yet it was still a Holy Shield-level attack—only August possessed the strength to stop it bare-handed.

But who is August?

The leader of the Alabaster Empire's Holy Shields, the man hailed as the Magic King.

Could this man before them possess strength surpassing the Magic King?

Lucy's pupils shrank sharply; staring at the figure before her, shock gave way to delight.

"Mr. Byosen!"

Dispersing the magical blade, he turned his head at Lucy's voice, offering a faint smile.

"It seems I arrived not too late after all."

"That's wonderful! Mr. Byosen has finally made it!"

Watching the scene above, Erza and the others battling the Seven Lovers of the Inferno exhaled in relief.

Held back by their opponents, they had been unable to intervene as Lucy was about to be struck; seeing her unharmed, they finally relaxed.

Yet despite this, a small sense of regret lingered.

After all, they had been mere steps away from obtaining the 'Fragment of the Great Will'—with just one fragment, they could reverse Ishgaria's dire situation.

But since it was Byosen who obtained it, it was neither good nor bad.

Better to entrust it to Byosen than to let it fall into the hands of those with ill intent; at least it would strengthen their mutual friendship and draw them closer.

Moreover, without his warning, the weight of another world might have claimed no fewer than tens of thousands of lives.

Besides, this struggle for the 'Fragment of the Great Will' was always a matter of individual prowess—if Byosen won it, they had no grounds to complain.

But not everyone present thought as Erza did.

Though the scene before them was astonishing, Wahr did not cease his assault—he gathered magical energy and attacked Byosen once more.

On the other side, Precht and Jellal's attacks surged forward as well.

Though Byosen had just revealed formidable power, inspiring fear, sufficient temptation could still drive even the most dangerous risks.

The roar of magical energy erupted without pause.

Simultaneously, terrifying magical energy rapidly expanded, emitting an eerie black spiritual pressure.

Byosen, smiling gently, watched ahead, clenching his right hand—formless power coalesced in his palm, forming a blade.

With a faint smile, he swung down a slash, imbued with immense spiritual pressure, targeting all three at once.

The air itself seemed burned away by this slash!

Though it was merely a plain strike, the absolute pressure it carried surpassed any attack Wahr had ever witnessed—this power was immense.

Even on August's person had he never sensed such strength—it rivaled their Majesty, Zeref!

Before this colossal slash even landed, an overwhelming pressure descended!

All attacks directed at Byosen shattered before this power.