A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"That's really impressive. The tone of voice you used just now didn't seem like you were the one manipulating it."

Lu Yinghua looked at Ansheira.

"This kind of magic that interferes with the mind is extremely difficult. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Hmph, with my magic, this is just a piece of cake. Don't underestimate me, kid."

After being glared at by Anshera, Lu Yinghua, whose wariness and fear of women had been ingrained since childhood, seemed to erupt after the battle. He quickly took several steps back, just to keep his distance from the woman.

Being too close to women gives him goosebumps all over his body, and his brain feels like it's being buzzed with thousands of mosquitoes, making it unbearable.

Anshera was naturally unaware that this boy named Lu Yinghua would have such a personality; she was only slightly puzzled by his actions.

"You must understand, I am the one who stands at the very top of all witches."

Anshera simply stated it as a matter of course.

Then, she looked at Mikihiko Kufuzuka as if she were looking at a doll she had grown tired of playing with.

"The problem is that not only the priestess who is the key, but even the 'king' here has sensed the 'disobedient god' and has come. That's a bit troublesome..."

Lu Yinghua could hear not only the voice of Kyuhozuka Mikihiko, but also the voice on the other end of the phone.

It seemed to be a woman calling; her voice had a sharp quality.

"Hmph, bring it on. I dare to challenge even John Pruto Smith. You little brat who has only been a Godslayer for less than a month can be easily defeated."

Hearing Anshera's arrogant words, Lu Yinghua sneered.

"..."

Anshera fell silent for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, showing some displeasure.

“So that’s why you lost to John Pruto Smith in Los Angeles. Now I understand.”

“You still don’t understand how troublesome the ‘King’ is. Those people have nothing to do with their past experiences. After killing gods and seizing power, they are already beings who surpass any magician. No matter how powerful we are in the magic world, and no one can rival us, in front of the ‘King’, even the weakest ‘King’ is enough to crush us.”

Lu Yinghua let out a breath as if he was in trouble, and continued.

"Martial arts and magic, schemes and traps, these things are ineffective against god-slayers. I am probably better at martial arts than five of the seven 'kings,' but I dare not fight them head-on. Those people, no matter who their opponent is, are definitely 'victors.' No matter how talented they are or how many years of training they have, they cannot defeat them. That is why they are called 'kings.'"

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Beside the King

Even though he was only fourteen years old, Lu Yinghua, who had experienced ten years of hardship and suffering, said this with a heavy heart.

"The best situation is when two kings stand in opposition to each other; we just need to do our jobs well."

"...So, your master, that 'leader,' is coming this way?"

Anshera asked.

Campione, the most ferocious demon king, whose martial arts were unparalleled and who had reached the point of seeking defeat, might also come here.

"After we meet the seventh god-slayer, Master will naturally return."

"Oh? Don't you think that cult leader will lose?"

Upon hearing Anshera's question, Lu Yinghua revealed a mocking smile.

"Now that Marquis Voban is dead, I don't know how the seventh Godslayer defeated him, but no matter what difficult methods he used, he could never be a match for my master and would be defeated without mercy."

“You’re really confident,” Anshera laughed.

"Heh, I just know how powerful my master is."

Although his master was unreasonable and domineering, Lu Yinghua could only sigh that having a powerful master was perhaps a fortunate thing when he was in this situation.

But then, Lu Yinghua said, his body trembling slightly.

"If we fail, we don't know what kind of torture we'll suffer at the hands of our master..."

Lu Yinghua took a deep breath.

He had to fight with all his might to avoid getting beaten up.

……

The sun was shining brightly, and it was a leisurely and pleasant afternoon. Shirou was leaning back lazily on the sofa.

Behind him stood a

A beautiful girl with long golden hair raised her slender hands and gently pressed her long, white fingers on Shirou's shoulders.

"Hmm, push harder. Haven't you eaten?"

"..."

Princess Alice pouted, her teeth itching with anger, but she had no choice but to massage Shirou's shoulders.

This is my fourth day in Japan.

"Lu Yinghua... is he Luo Hao's 'Master' disciple...?"

Shirou looked at the document in his hand and examined the photo of the boy on it.

"Yeah, he seems to be very popular with girls, but he's extremely paranoid and twisted. He's especially hostile towards beautiful and capable women. It seems like even I'm hated by this misogynist."

Erica spoke of her strength and beauty, which might be considered narcissistic by others, but it seemed perfectly natural to Erica.

"It seems that this guy has a very powerful and violent woman by his side, which is why he has this strange resistance. Also, there is the psychological trauma he suffered from being beaten by his master when he was young."

"In other words, he's a guy with a mental disorder."

Shirou nodded and summarized it in this way.

"If we're talking about martial arts talent, Lu Yinghua is undoubtedly a genius. His martial arts skills even surpass those of the 'King of Swords.' I'm sure he'll make a name for himself in the magic world someday."

Erica said that.

Although his talent surpasses Tony's, no matter how hard he tries, there is no way he can defeat the Godslayer.

The only way to surpass the Godslayer is to become the next Godslayer.

"Speaking of which, 'Wang,' do you know that the magic we talk about is called 'Qi' by users in Jiangnan? What does that mean?"

"Internal energy...?" Keywords such as "Qi Body Source Flow", "Qi Gong", and "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon" flashed through Shirou's mind, and he immediately made a connection.

"Ah... um... that's true, I didn't expect you to already know this."

Erica found it somewhat surprising that Shirou, who had never been to Jiangnan, knew about things there, but she didn't ask rashly. Instead, she continued to chat casually.

"Generally speaking... 'Qigong' is called 'internal strength' in Jiangnan martial arts. People with outstanding internal strength will be surrounded by powerful magic, which is not only used for magic and sorcery, but can also be used in the mysteries of martial arts."

In a game analogy, magic is equivalent to mana.

"Therefore, if one is not proficient in fist techniques, swordsmanship, and internal energy, one cannot learn the profound mysteries of martial arts. The same applies to our knightly swordsmanship. Sword skills must be trained in conjunction with spell power. Only the 'King of Swords' Salubatore, who excels in only one aspect, can be considered a heretical genius."

"Heretical genius"—for Tony, who knows absolutely nothing about magic or anything else besides swordsmanship, this might be a fitting title.

"If I were to encounter that guy, I might not be able to match him in terms of physical strength, but I'm confident I could defeat him."

Erica said with a smile.

Known as the "Red Demon," she is highly skilled in strategy and tactics, and will use any means necessary if she is interested. However, at her core, she is still a "Great Knight" who prefers direct combat.

Facing victory head-on is the true essence of battlefield prowess. It is extremely dangerous to confront someone with this aesthetic; in other words, one must be willing to sacrifice even pride in order to achieve victory.

"Who knows? Let's wait and see."

Shirou, who vaguely sensed that Luo Hao, the 'Master,' was probably about to launch a fierce attack, was completely unaware of the impending crisis.

Erika, who has been by Shirou's side for a long time, seems to have been somewhat influenced by him in terms of personality. After Shirou showed that he didn't care much, she also let go of these things.

"Instead of that, let's hurry up and eat lunch. What ingredients did Yuri bring today?"

Putting those topics aside, Erica looked at today's lunch.

"Ah... if you'd like, please enjoy it with everyone."

The lunchbox that Yuri took out contained eel rice.

The other lunchbox was filled with fried eggs, Kinpei burdock, Chikuzen simmered vegetables, teriyaki mackerel, pickled cabbage, and so on.

The magic bottle also contains miso soup made with seaweed and tofu.

Erica brought out some Chinese-style pastries.

Shrimp dumplings, crab roe siu mai, and zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) with chestnuts and pork.

It was obviously made by Ariana, the maid and assistant.

It's a bit of a shame that it was cold, but it was still very delicious.

"Today's lunch was quite substantial."

After handing the paper cup containing miso soup to Liliana, Liliana praised it.

"Since it's prepared for the 'King' and everyone else, it should at least be this good..."

The beautiful shrine maiden answered shyly.

"Well, that's it."

Liliana picked up a piece of fried egg with her chopsticks and nodded.

Just then, Yuri's cell phone rang from her pocket.

"Sorry, everyone, please don't worry about me."

Let's eat first.

Looking at the display on her phone screen, Yuri politely stood up, then left the restaurant and answered the call in a corner outside.

"Speaking of which, I've also prepared dessert for today. Although it's my first time trying it, please have a taste, Your Majesty."

Liliana spoke up at this moment.

Then, to Erica's somewhat surprised look, the silver-white knight princess neatly arranged the cheesecake on the table, and then took out a bottle of orange jam.

"This is also my homemade fig jam."

"That's quite unusual, Lily. You usually only make staple foods or something like that for lunch."

Erica spoke in a calm tone, her words roundabout, revealing a mixture of confusion and doubt about Liliana's current behavior.

"It's not that I can't cook something that will fill everyone's stomach, but doing it occasionally seems nice. You, who are in the spotlight, probably wouldn't understand."

The silver-haired knight spoke quietly, her stern gaze revealing a competitive intent towards Erica.