While Laxus was still acting like an electric rat, Alan kept his gaze locked on the faint, illusory giant serpent hovering above Malcolm's head. Looking over at Malcolm with a face full of astonishment, he asked, "You actually know the Eighteen War Gods of Demon Magic? You should know that very few people are capable of magic at that level. Given your background and status, it stands to reason that you shouldn't even have access to it. Can you tell me who taught it to you?"
Hearing Alan's words, however, Malcolm only grew more enraged.
Trembling with fury, Malcolm pulled back his shoulders and roared at the top of his lungs, "That's right! Exactly! In the past, someone with mediocre aptitude like me could never have touched such super magic, no matter how much heart and sweat I poured into it—it would all have been in vain! But I am not who I used to be! I have long since been reborn, and I am going to slaughter you so-called geniuses one by one!!!"
Chapter 23