Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 603

"What?!"

For the first time, disbelief cracked the Black Dragon’s composure.

His full-powered roar had done nothing. Not a scratch. Not even resistance. It had simply... unraveled.

That devouring trait was his greatest weapon. The culmination of countless dragon slaughters. No spell, no matter how refined or overwhelming, could harm him. Not even beings on Zeref’s level had ever pierced that defense.

And yet here stood a cat-shaped mage who nullified magic just as completely.

"So what if magic doesn’t work?" the Black Dragon snarled. "I’ll crush that pathetic body into paste!"

After several more failed blasts, he abandoned magic entirely. His massive body surged forward, claws slicing through the air, aiming to tear Rowan apart with raw force alone.

To him, that small feline frame wouldn’t survive a single swipe.

He was wrong.

"My claws aren’t just for show," Rowan said lightly.

His body expanded in an instant, muscles compressing and condensing as he met the incoming strike head-on. Cat claw collided with dragon talon.

The impact detonated.

A shockwave tore through the sky, flattening ruins and nearly throwing the onlookers off their feet.

"Master!" Fairy Tail shouted below in alarm.

The Black Dragon’s talon sheared clean through Rowan’s white-gloved paw.

Yet the dragon wasn’t celebrating.

Instead, confusion darkened his expression.

"That shouldn’t be possible," he muttered. "Even with size-enhancing magic, no creature like this should have such physical strength."

He had won the exchange. Barely.

But in that moment of contact, he had felt resistance. Real resistance. Pressure that rivaled the strongest Dragon Kings he had once fought.

From a cat.

Rowan glanced at his missing paw, unconcerned.

"So brute force alone won’t be enough," he said calmly. "About what I expected."

No healing spell. No techniques. The wound closed on its own. Flesh reformed, bone reset, fur grew back. Within seconds, the paw was whole again.

"Come on," Rowan said, curling his claw invitingly.

The Black Dragon roared in fury.

"I’ll tear your head apart and see how well you regenerate then!"

He surged forward, faster than before, hatred burning through every movement. He was destruction incarnate. The end of dragons. The end of worlds. No being had ever mocked him like this.

As he closed in, Rowan stopped holding back.

With a thunderous cry, he abandoned his feline form entirely.

Scales erupted outward. Wings unfolded. A colossal dragon emerged, power condensing into raw physical dominance.

"Grow."

Giant magic and layered enhancement stacked together. Rowan’s dragon form expanded to a scale that blotted out the sky, stretching tens of thousands of meters.

"A little Black Dragon," Rowan rumbled. "Laughable."

His massive claw snapped shut around Acnologia mid-charge and slammed him into the ground.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Each impact drove the Black Dragon deeper, carving a widening crater purely through physical force. The land groaned as if the world itself were sinking beneath the pressure.

This was strength without spells. Without tricks.

Pure, overwhelming mass and power.

The Black Dragon roared and fought back, muscles straining, scales grinding. With a violent burst, he forced Rowan’s claw aside, blasted a tunnel through the earth, and burst free behind him.

He attacked again without hesitation.

"Not that easy," Rowan said, already turning.

Another claw swept in, narrowly missing as the Black Dragon veered away.

"So big... and still that fast?" Acnologia hissed internally.

This made no sense.

Attacking from blind spots was supposed to work. From behind. From below. From angles too small to track.

Yet every movement was anticipated. Every strike intercepted.

He darted around Rowan’s massive form like a black shadow, striking again and again, searching desperately for a vital point.

Nothing landed.

What he didn’t know was that Rowan’s awareness blanketed the entire battlefield. Every shift of air, every flex of muscle, every surge of intent was laid bare long before the attack arrived.

There were no blind spots.

Not anymore.