Fairy Tail: Simulated from 400 years ago

Chapter 160 Competition of Wrist Strength
Under the scorching sun, Lyle's three students and the Fairy Tail candidates quietly watched the confrontation between Lyle and Ulufheim.

To be honest, the original historical Uluf Heim did not leave a deep impression on Lyle. What he remembered most clearly was that Uluf Heim and the other three Holy Ten Magicians had already taken refuge by then. Serena, the god of the Albares Empire and the original leader of the Four Kings of Ishgar, was easily able to reach the throne in seconds.

Then the layers of matryoshka began.

The god Serena was not able to be proud for long before he was killed by the passing black dragon Acnologia.

Acnologia couldn't be proud for long before Natsu gathered the power of many magicians and defeated him in seconds.

This makes Ulufheim seem weak, as if the top ten magicians are all parallel imports, but the fact is that Ulufheim is already a group of people who stand at the top of human magicians.

What's even more commendable is that, having been rated as one of the 10 best magicians in the entire Ishgar continent, Ulufheim has not given up on becoming stronger, and is still constantly challenging himself, even when fighting against Warlord was injured after the battle and did not give up the opportunity to fight Precht.

It's a pity that Precht didn't want to take advantage of others, he suddenly lost interest, and turned to Lyle.

I wonder what kind of wizard the silver-haired boy in front of me is?
At this time, he felt something strange.

Ulufheim could clearly feel the hostile gazes from Mebis and Zera, and even Precht, who had been quite tolerant of him before, seemed to be angry.

It seemed that this silver-haired boy was very important to them. Could it be that he was a child entrusted to their care by some great wizard?

He touched the horn beard on his chin and searched over and over for the great wizards he had encountered in his memory, but he could not find any with silver hair or similar appearance to Lyle.

He is not afraid of offending Mavis and the others, nor is he afraid of offending a certain great wizard that he thinks exists. It can even be said that he hopes that a strong person will find him, but at least he must know clearly which way will find him in the future. people.

"Hey, boy, before we fight, can you tell me your name first?" Uluf Heim did not intend to continue guessing and asked directly, "My name is Uluf Heim, you should already know it. Who am I now?"

Hearing that he was so rude, veins popped up on Mavis's forehead.

But from Ulufheim's perspective, this is a very common thing, because no matter how you look at it, he is almost twice as old as Lyle.

He never dreamed that it was just the opposite. Lyle was eight or nine times his age.

Lyle smiled nonchalantly and said, "My name is Lyle. Look, how can we compete fairly?"

Lyle's original intention was to compete without aggravating Ulufhem's injuries as much as possible. He didn't want to go out and cripple one of the Ten Holy Wizards.

However, Ulufheim understood another meaning. He held up his glasses frame with his fingers, pondered for a while, and then said: "Indeed, I have fought against more opponents than you have walked across more bridges. It’s a bit unfair to you, a newcomer, to compete directly like this.”

Lyle raised his eyebrows, knowing he had misunderstood, but he didn't explain.

"However, there is something weird about you, maybe you are hiding some trump card, right?" Ulufkhim shook his head, "Young man, you are unreasonable and want to do something dirty to me, an old man who is between five and sixty years old... …”

He faced Lyle, stretched out his right orc wrist, which was as thick as a tree trunk surrounded by four people, and then spread his palm.

"Let's compete in arm strength. Whoever lifts the opponent up with his wrist first and lifts his legs off the ground wins. How about it? Do you dare to do it?"

Lyle looked at Ulufheim's orc wrist, and without thinking much, he stretched out his right hand.

The two were holding each other face to face, but Lyle's hand was too small in comparison and could only hold one of Ulufheim's middle fingers.

Ulufhuim laughed loudly: "Okay, very good, no matter who your parents are or who your teacher is, if you have the courage to face a strong enemy, that's great. Talent but a timid character is a waste of resources."

"That's right. Do you want to start?"

"Let's get started. Let me declare in advance that I won't give in."

"Okay, here we go."

The next moment, Lyle lifted Ulufheim up easily and put him down again.

After Ulufheim stood still on his feet, he realized what had happened. His smile gradually disappeared, revealing a confused look.

what just happened?
Am I hallucinating?Lyle asked empathetically, "Do you want to do it again?"

"Ah? This... Actually, I should admit defeat..."

"It doesn't matter, you may not be ready, let's do it again, shall we?"

"Then... let's do it again."

Ulufheim swallowed and stared intently at their joined arms.

This time he slowly lowered his body, took a stable stance, and then nodded towards Lyle.

Then, Lyle lifted Ulufheim up and put him down again.

The confusion on Ulufheim's face became even greater. His wrists were strong, and his waist was also strong. There was no problem. All the procedures were fine. So what went wrong?
To put it bluntly, even if I am no stronger than this silver-haired young man... I shouldn't be able to be picked up so easily. This is too strange.

"You..." Ulufheim hesitated for a long time and then said, "Let's do it again. This time, I promise, no matter what, it will be the last time."

"Okay." Lyle said calmly.

So, Ulufheim took a deep breath.

This time he changed his strategy. He no longer tried to lift the opponent, but tried to avoid being lifted by the opponent. All the magic power in his body was flowing downward. He wanted to lift his legs like the Sirius tree in front of him. Deeply rooted in the soil.

When he did this, the magic even forced the Fairy Tail candidates to retreat.

Makarov was also pushed further away like a lonely boat in the violent waves.

However, even so, Ulufheim was still lifted up and put down by Lyle.

This time, Ulufheim, who had some doubts about life, took the initiative to let go of his hand, then looked Lyle up and down, and asked: "Sir, I wonder who you learned magic from? You are very good at it."

"Teacher, my wife should be barely considered."

After all, Irene taught him dragon-slaying magic.

"Uh, what's her name?"

"Sorry, she is very low-key and unlike me, is not willing to reveal her identity."

Ulufheim frowned and began to think.

His teacher, is his wife?

To be able to teach such a young student with the strength of the top ten magicians or above, this wife must also be a great magician and must be very accomplished.

Who is it?
I can't guess... Forget it, since I don't want to reveal it, there is no need for me to ask further.

In this way, it makes sense why Precht and others reacted that way.

In an instant, the image of an old woman with silver hair, presbyopic glasses, and wrinkled face, wearing a witch's robe, suddenly appeared in Ulufhuim's imagination.

Ulufheim thought for a moment, reacted, and immediately widened his eyes. This time he looked at Lyle very seriously, and then nodded:

"It is true that love cannot simply be based on age. Even if there is a huge difference, having common hobbies is the best lubricant. I appreciate your values ​​and at the same time admire your dedication."

"what?"

This time it was Lyle's turn to be confused.

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