Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Slifer the Sky Dragon vs. Ice Flame Dragon

Ice shards rained like shrapnel across the ruined landscape. Ancient trees groaned, snapping under the sheer force of the shockwave as boulders tumbled down the mountainside with a deafening roar.

Across the churning lake, a massive crater scarred the earth. Nagrez slowly pushed himself up from the epicenter, shaking his head to clear the dizziness. He stomped his boot down, crushing the scattered ice beneath his heel. Just a second before slamming into the solid rock, he had blasted a torrent of flames for recoil while simultaneously layering Ice-Make magic behind his back to cushion the devastating impact.

“As expected… that bastard Chase is a total monster!”

Nagrez wiped a bead of sweat from his cheek, his pulse hammering against his ribs. He could unleash the exact same level of destructive power Chase had just thrown at him, but the opponent’s unique God Slayer Magic carried a bizarre, suffocating weight. It actively suppressed his own magic power, throwing the ethernano in his veins into absolute chaos.

“Minimizing the damage by adapting to the properties of God Slayer Magic on your very first time seeing it? Not bad at all,” Chase called out from the other side of the lake, genuine approval in his tone. Nagrez truly lived up to the hype of being a perfect fusion of Natsu and Gray.

“But that’s exactly what makes a fight interesting!” Chase flashed a calm, confident grin. He reached up, casually pulling his short-sleeved shirt over his head to reveal a lean, heavily muscled torso.

“Why do you have to strip before a fight too?!” Lucy shrieked from the sidelines, throwing her hands in the air.

Mirajane gracefully caught the discarded shirt, folding it over her arm with a serene smile. “Because this way, he avoids ruining his clothes in the crossfire.”

Lucy pointed an accusing finger at the half-naked Mage. “Is he really that cheap about his daily living expenses?!”

“Mhm. Chase insists on paying full price for anything he accidentally breaks,” Mirajane nodded, her pleasant smile never wavering.

Lucy dragged a hand down her face, groaning softly. I feel like we are operating on completely different wavelengths.

“Aye~!” Happy raised a blue paw high. “Lucy, Chase is actually super stingy! He even keeps a ledger for the walls I scratch!”

The memory of the useless pink dumbbell sitting in her apartment—the one that cost her a staggering 30,000 Jewels—flashed through her mind. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. Then, her eyes snapped open. She planted her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at the flying cat. “Wait a minute. You need to pay for the walls and pillars you’ve ruined in my house too!!”

That was close. She had almost fallen into the trap this lying cat had dug for her again.

While the peanut gallery bickered, the rest of the Fairy Tail guild wasn’t sitting idle. Having squeezed a bit of lore about the God Card “Slifer the Sky Dragon” out of Happy, Cana immediately took charge. Carrying on the proud, degenerate fighting spirit passed down by Master Makarov, she slammed a ledger onto a barrel. The betting pool was officially open.

As the gambling ring fired up, Chase flared his magic. He transformed into a streak of scarlet light, shooting across the lake toward Nagrez. Fighting near the new guild’s construction site was out of the question.

In the blink of an eye, Chase materialized directly above his opponent. His right leg, entirely coated in shimmering red dragon scales, whipped around in a devastating axe kick—descending from the heavens like the massive, spiked tail of Slifer the Sky Dragon.

The sheer kinetic force of the blow cleaved a massive trench into the earth. Nagrez threw himself backward, riding the shockwave to safety. He slammed his fists together, a biting frost instantly coating his knuckles.

“Ice Flame Dragon’s Lancer: Meteor Volcano!”

A brilliant, dual-toned magic circle flared to life. Countless jagged ice spears, each wreathed in roaring, scorching flames, erupted from the array. They streaked through the air like a meteor shower, aimed dead at Chase in mid-air.

Facing the overwhelming barrage, Chase didn’t retreat a single inch. He threw his arms wide. Scarlet magic power exploded outward, twisting and solidifying into the shape of colossal dragon wings. He dove straight down, plunging headfirst into the storm of fire and ice.

“Slifer the Sky Dragon’s Wing Attack!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The moment the two forces collided, the ice shattered into glittering dust and the flames were snuffed out by sheer pressure. Chase tore through the Meteor Volcano with unstoppable momentum.

“Damn it! You actually stole my magic!” Nagrez barked, clearly annoyed by the familiar technique. He stomped the ground, shattering the bedrock beneath his boots, and threw his own arms back. “Ice Flame Dragon’s Wing Attack!”

Wings forged of pure ice and fire erupted from his back, projecting the massive, roaring phantom of a red-and-blue dragon. Nagrez launched himself upward from the crater, fearlessly driving his Ice Flame Dragon phantom straight into Chase’s descending Slifer phantom.

A dull, sickening thud echoed across the lake. Chase and Nagrez slammed their foreheads together in a brutal headbutt. A shockwave of raw magic ripped outward, flattening the surrounding trees.

“Ouch!” the two stubborn idiots yelled in unison.

They instantly sprang apart, clutching their rapidly swelling, bright red foreheads while hissing through their teeth.

“Heh heh… I win this exchange!” Nagrez laughed, rubbing his bruised skull.

A sudden, biting chill seeped into Chase’s forehead. Glittering ice crystals bloomed across his skin, rapidly spreading over his entire body at a visible rate.

“I see. You layered Ice-Make into your Dragon Slayer Magic right before the impact?” Chase chuckled, his breath pluming white in the freezing air before the ice could completely encase him. “Not a bad strategy. But… I left a little gift for you too.”

The moment the words left his mouth, a complex, crimson magic circle flared to life directly above Nagrez’s head.

Thunder rumbled ominously from within the glowing array. An orb of pure energy, crackling with violent white arcs of lightning, shot downward. It slammed directly into the caught-off-guard Nagrez.

It was the signature ability of Slifer the Sky Dragon: Lightning Blast. A devastating strike designed to instantly obliterate weaker foes and drastically cripple the power of strong ones.

The lightning orb detonated with a blinding flash, blasting Nagrez out of the sky and slamming him back into the dirt, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

Crack. Crack. Shatter.

Chase flared his scarlet magic, violently bursting out of his icy prison and shaking off the frost to regain his mobility.

Down in the rubble, Nagrez groaned, pushing himself up from the debris. “What the hell? How did my magic power drain so much from just one hit?!”

Gone was the fiery, reckless bravado from a moment ago. His analytical, frustrated tone was pure Gray. “This won’t do. If we keep trading blows like this, I won’t be able to keep my title as the guild’s strongest Mage,” Nagrez grumbled, his brow furrowing.

Being at a slight disadvantage wasn’t a big deal—he could recover from that. The real problem was that Chase hadn’t even touched his most proficient deck yet. If Chase called over the Dark Magician Girl cheering from the shoreline, summoned the Dark Magician, and played a Spell Card to amplify his magic, Nagrez would have absolutely zero chance of winning.

A mental image of a chibi Lucy popped up in the background, her eyes reduced to deadpan dots. Speaking of which, didn’t you just give yourself that title?

“Decided! I’ll finish you with this next move!” Nagrez slammed his fists together, declaring his final attack to the hovering Chase.

“Bring it on!” Chase welcomed the challenge, his blood pumping.

The fight had given him all the combat data he needed regarding the fusion’s capabilities. Now, he wanted to test the absolute upper limit of his Sky Dragon’s God-Slaying Magic. He would meet it with his strongest Roar.

The two locked eyes. Without another word, they began drawing upon every last drop of ethernano in their bodies, the air around them warping from the sheer density of their magic.

“Dragon Slayer Secret Art, Ice Flame Dragon’s—”

“God’s Wrath, Slifer the Sky Dragon’s—”

“I say, you two! Are you trying to blow away the entire mountain range belonging to Magnolia?!”

A flash of scarlet hair cut through the tension. A stern, terrifying shout echoed across the battlefield. A heroic figure dropped directly between the two charging Mages, instantly halting a showdown that would have easily cost the guild over a billion Jewels in property damage.

It was Erza, fully clad in her armor, glaring daggers at them both.