Chapter 53 : Lyon's Frustation!

"Ky... Kyros... I'm sorry..."

Gray slowly opened his eyes and found Kyros standing beside him.

He felt a wave of shame washing over him. He had chosen to confront Lyon, but ended up failing.

Not only had he lost face, but he had also tarnished the reputation of Fairy Tail.

"Well! Losing is part of the game. You've lost before, and you'll win next time," Kyros said with a comforting smile. He understood Gray's feelings. From Gray's account, Kyros sensed the burden Gray carried—the guilt of supposedly killing his master and shattering Lyon's dream.

Ice-Make magic may create sculptures freely, but the heart weighed down by guilt is anything but free. How could Gray win with the weight of such guilt?

"Are you here to obstruct my revival of Lyon?" Lyon asked Kyros, his gaze piercing. He had anticipated Kyros to be his greatest obstacle.

Shaking his head, Kyros replied, "I have no interest in whom you wish to resurrect. I merely saw my guildmates being bullied by outsiders and felt the need to intervene."

Kyros held Lyon in high regard. Despite the limited interactions between Lyon and Fairy Tail, Lyon had provided considerable aid to the guild during their times of need.

Just as Kyros would hold Grimoire Heart accountable for their future misdeeds against Fairy Tail, he would not turn a blind eye to any harm inflicted upon his guild, even if it had not yet transpired.

However, Kyros's lack of concern wasn't the reason for his indifference toward Gray's beating.

"Then let's see what you're made of!"

"ICE-MAKE: Eagle!" Lyon unleashed an ice eagle, charging towards Kyros.

"Om—!"

With Conqueror's Haki, Kyros shattered the ice eagles effortlessly.

"ICE-MAKE: White Tiger!"

Unconvinced that his previous magic could be so easily dispelled, Lyon conjured a massive ice tiger, hurling it towards Kyros.

"Shuh–!"

An overwhelming aura formed a colossal fist in front of Kyros, colliding with the ice tiger and causing the ground to rupture in its wake.

"Crack!!"

The ice tiger crumbled under the force of the mighty fist. Lyon's expression shifted, and he swiftly dodged to the side.

The force of the punch struck a distant mountainside, resulting in a series of deafening booms that reverberated across the entire island, leaving behind a colossal fist imprint on the mountainside.

"ICE MAKE · White Dragon!!" Lyon had no time to be shocked and immediately launched an attack towards Kyros.

An ice dragon materialized, twisting and lunging towards Kyros, its gaping maw aimed to strike at his body.

Kyros clenched his fists, bellowing, "Shatter before me!!!"

He thrust his fist forward, a tempest brewing beneath his feet.

"Boom—-!!"

The punch connected with the ice dragon's skull.

"Crack clap clap!!"

The ice dragon splintered into shards.

"It's inconceivable!! I've surpassed Ur as a wizard!! How can you best me?!!"

Lyon's outcry echoed, his visage a canvas of disbelief. It seemed unfathomable; how could his opponent wield such strength?

As Gray rose to his feet, he interjected, "Ur once spoke of more potent wizards in the West. Initially skeptical, I came to realize the truth upon joining Fairy Tail. Kyros stands as the mightiest among the mages I've encountered."

"Silence!!!"

"My power surpasses Ur's; I am unparalleled!! Only I can vanquish Deliora!!"

In that moment, Kyros's voice reverberated, "Deliora? Merely a demon from the Book of Zeref, hardly the epitome of strength. I fail to comprehend your pride, even if you were to triumph over Deliora."

"What did you say?!!" Lyon's glare pierced Kyros fiercely. In his conviction, Ur represented the pinnacle, and if Ur couldn't overcome Deliora, then naturally, he was superior.

Kyros's underestimation of Deliora translated to an underestimation of Ur and himself in Lyon's eyes.

Kyros shook his head. He merely spoke the truth. To those confined by limited perspectives, the world remained as vast as the boundaries of their understanding. Argumentation would prove futile; he preferred to communicate through action rather than words.

"For one who cannot heed words, I bid you to calm yourself."

"Summon forth!"

Kyros stomped firmly, his form ascending into the air.

Exuding authority, a colossal palm materialized before Kyros. With a decisive gesture, he thrust his hand downward.

The immense, dominating palm descended from the sky, reminiscent of the Tathagata's own hand.

Fear gripped Lyon's heart tightly. Beneath that colossal palm, he felt as insignificant as a mere bug, vulnerable to being crushed at any moment.

"ICEMAKE · Great Ape!"

An ice giant ape materialized behind Lyon, its arms raised in defense.

*Crack Kacha!*

Even before the Ice Giant Ape could make contact with the dominating palm, dense cracks spread across its form upon contact.

*Bang!* It shattered.

"Wahh!" Lyon cried out in terror.

*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!*

The entire ruins trembled violently as the palm pressed down on Lyon, breaking through layer after layer until reaching the underground cave where Deliora was confined.

*Boom—-!!*

A colossal palm imprint marred the ground, with Lyon at its center. Overwhelmed by Kyros's attack, coupled with the forceful impact of the palm, Lyon succumbed to unconsciousness completely.

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