Fairy Tail Passive Invincibility

At least there were a lot of pretty girls here.

Pacas' eyes lit up and he took a few drunken steps to get in front of Rebbie.

"Yo! Little beauty, are you interested in falling in love with me? --- burp!"

Gray: "---"

One Night: "---"

I have never seen such a death in my one night (Gray) in my life.

Ul's mouth was smiling.

He looked in front of him, wearing a dark blue coat, his hair tied into a small ball with a white hair band, and was molesting his girlfriend without fear of death, and suddenly felt an infinite amount of emotion.

Ur also recognized the identity of Pakas.

In the original, Pakas was a drunkard, a lecher, and a little bit of a gambler.

So he wasn't surprised by Pacas' current behavior, not even a little angry, because, as Ur had said, he never got angry with the "dead".

Rebbie's eyes were red and she was about to cry as she hid under Ur's cloak.

She didn't expect to meet so many perverts today, but if Ul was around, she wouldn't have known what to do.

Pakas opened his drunken eyes slightly, as if he hadn't noticed Ur's presence until then.

"Yo! Dude, is she your girlfriend? Hiccup... how about we discuss something, let's make a bet! As long as I win, hic - how about you let your girlfriend spend the day with me?"

One night next to him, he heard Pakas' words and couldn't help but cover his eyes.

He couldn't bear to see the end of Pakas anymore.

In fact, while it was true that Pakas was usually a bit horny, he normally wouldn't intentionally steal someone's girlfriend and basically flirt with single beauties, but today he had too much to drink and he didn't get to let off steam, so-....

"Bang!"

After hearing what Pakas said, Ur didn't say anything, just gave him a faint smile and then just raised his leg and threw a whipkick.

Pakas' reflexes were not slow, the more Pakas drank due to the physical arts he practiced, the stronger his body's reflexes would be.

Ure's shin collided with Pakas' small arm and the air exploded instantly.

Pakas was knocked back, his feet sliding several meters on the ground.

But instead of being angry, he was delighted and laughed up at the sky, "Wakka- you agree, so let's get started! I can't wait, my soul is shaking~~no--"

"Boom!"

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Chapter 213 - Specializing in Fancy Stuff

Ure dry fight never bleeped, nor was he in the habit of listening to others bleep.

While Pakas was shouting nervously, he had already rushed up again and struck out with a straight punch towards Pakas's chest, and Pakas's hands instantly presented a cross defense, blocking Ur's attack.

And in the next moment, his body crouched slightly and launched a counterattack with a backhanded swing.

Pakas' magic also came from Awakening, but the type of magic he had awakened was orthodox but rubbish, a magic that could collect magic between his palms and release it.

This kind of magic would most likely be useless if it fell into the hands of someone else.

But Pakas was different.

In order to make use of the power of his magic, he specially cultivated a martial art called "Split Hanging Palm", and even improved it to "Drunken-Splitting Palm" according to his own conditions, making it more suitable for him.

From this aspect, Palkas was indeed a genius, and an admirable one at that.

However!

This has nothing to do with Ur wanting to "kill him".

"Pah!"

Ure turned his fist into a palm to block the counterattack from Pakas.

At the same time, with one foot on the ground, he slammed his fingers on Pakas' wrist, twisted at the waist, and threw him out of the air ----.

Cut!

The ground was shattered by Ur's kick.

The figure shot out like a meteor, instantly following Pacas's trail, and raised his right leg up like a battle axe force chop.

Boom!!!

A violent roar rang out.

The stone floor of Law Enforcement City collapsed, dozens of cracks spread like cobwebs, and as the dust dispersed, a huge crater appeared before everyone's eyes.

Beyond the pit, Pakas stood shakily on top of a stone pillar, his face red and his eyes hazy, as if he would fall down at any moment, yet he never did.

The battle between the two was frightening to watch.

Compared to the super destructive power of magic, this kind of fighting method of dividing victory and defeat at hand, deciding life and death, more teasing the nerves of the crowd, can't help but make the heart beat faster and blood flowing.

If Ur's Guga Combat Art is pure violence and killing, then Pakas's Drunken Chop is pure violence and killing.

Then Pakas's Drunken-Splitting Palm is unpredictably tricky and weird.

Even Ur had to admit that Pacas was definitely a genius, and even if he hadn't awakened any magic, Pacas could definitely make a name for himself in the mercenary world with his physical skills alone.

Although Ur's physical fitness was above Pascal's in every aspect.

However, if he didn't use magic and sparred with his physical skills alone, in a short period of time, Ur wouldn't be able to defeat Pacas, because Pacas' "Drunken-Splitting Palm" was far stronger than Ur's in terms of instinctive body manipulation.

But it's hard to say how short this "short time" is.

Cleaving palm.

Pakas once again poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, his entire body was like a roc spreading its wings, leaping up from the stone pillar, collecting and concentrating a large amount of magic power in his palm, and slapping it down towards Ur's head.

Ur faintly swept a glance at Pakas.

Then his feet parted and slightly bent, his arm muscles suddenly bulged, his five fingers clenched, his body's magic power surged and gathered towards his hands so fast that the surging magic power shook the space, and the stones on the ground around him trembled slightly, as if they were held up by an inexplicable power.

This inexplicable power made the crowd a little frightened.