Fairy Tail: Strongest Creature

The searing light of battle flashed across the sky.

"Humans! It's almost over—finish him off!" Atlas Flame snarled. "Motherglare and Zirconis have wounded that beast; now end him!"

Below, every mage raised their voices against the rampaging hatchlings. When the Magic Council's ancient knight legions swept in, the last of the small dragons fell—and only the outcome of the skyborne duel remained uncertain.

Above the ruins of Magnolia, Su Yan lay battered but unbroken atop the broken form of the rock dragon. Blood streaked his scaled wings and horned brow. Around him, the triumvirate of Scissor Runner, Zirconis, and Motherglare circled with murderous intent.

"Is this monster truly one of us?" Zirconis roared, anguish and rage mingling in his voice. The emerald wyrm's great wings beat the air, desperate to drive Su Yan back.

Scissor Runner snarled, "No more games—die, impostor!" Horns bristling with concentrated draconic energy, she lunged—and Su Yan's claws sank deep into the rock dragon's flank.

**"Another head falls!"** the watchers below cheered as the rock dragon crumpled, its wing broken and chest gushing crystalline ichor.

Only Motherglare remained unwounded, his King-Kong frame and diamond-hard scales unmatched among his kin. He charged, fists slamming into Su Yan's ribs with bone-shaking force. Su Yan howled in pain—his own scales torn open—before retaliating with a brutal uppercut that sent the Kong-Dragon hurtling into the distant plaza.

Breathing heavily, Su Yan turned his draconic gaze on Scissor Runner. "You wish to taste scar tissue?" he taunted, claws twisting her horn until she shrieked and collapsed in a crater. He released her with a casual shrug as the earth trembled beneath.

Zirconis hesitated—suprised by such merciless precision. Masha roared and dove in, intent on a final, crushing blow. But Su Yan's arms flared with purple lightning—the fused power of his Armament and Overlord auras—and he struck the dragon's skull, sending him crashing beside his fallen allies.

With all four great wyrms felled or maimed, Su Yan reared back and unleashed a roar that shook the heavens. Dark clouds spiraled into a vortex above him, lightning arcing through the roiling sky.

**"Dragon's Roar!"** Zirconis bellowed, gathering his last strength to answer—but Su Yan hurled back an even mightier scream. Their twin cries collided in midair, erupting into a cataclysmic shockwave that obliterated the surrounding streets.

Buildings crumbled, stone shattered, and the aftermath left a vast pit where the plaza once stood.

As smoke and dust settled, Su Yan's silhouette remained, draconic wings spread wide. In the center of that crater lay the fallen form of Motherglare—his once-proud roar silenced for good.

Below, mortals stared in awe and horror at the cruel spectacle they had witnessed: a human-turned-dragon who had slain four of the mightiest wyrms. And as King Thomas's trembling voice echoed through the ruins—declaring this moment the true Festival of the Dragon King—one truth rang clear above all else:

No force on earth, celestial or draconic, could stand against Su Yan's monstrous power.