Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

His follower's expression instantly turned serious, and before he could react, he quickly entered spirit form.

"What a capricious servant."

He was still able to mutter to himself, and casually took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Just as he lit a cigarette, he saw a dazzling blond man, as radiant as a knight, and a red-and-white-haired boy with only one arm standing in the crowd in front of him.

As his body gradually recovers, Emiya's hair slowly changes from white to red. Perhaps it won't be long before Emiya's hair returns to its original color.

This relieved him, at least he wouldn't have to explain his hair color to Sister Teng when he went back.

Otherwise, if Fujiwara thinks he's dyed his hair, Emiya will definitely have a hard time finding peace.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that the most difficult thing to explain was not his hair color, but his right arm, which had been blown to powder.

"drink--!"

A low shout came from Arthur's right side.

Along with it came a hurricane with an unparalleled and extremely powerful aura.

Behind that powerful gust of wind was a leg strike with terrifying force.

"boom--!"

At the critical moment, Arthur raised his right arm and blocked the extremely swift attack.

A powerful shockwave erupted at the point of impact.

The powerful impact sent Shirou Emiya and the menacing-looking man flying, landing on the ground nearby.

Arthur felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he took a few steps back.

"Not bad at all!"

A very dashing voice came from Arthur's side.

The surrounding residents were so surprised by the brief but intense conflict that they forgot to scream and stood there stunned.

The powerful sonic boom even caused them to experience tinnitus.

Emiya, lying on the ground, also saw what kind of person had suddenly attacked him.

She was a woman wearing a coat, jeans, and a single blonde ponytail.

She smiled excitedly, seemingly very satisfied with Arthur's strength.

Emiya had already transferred the magical power he was providing to Arthur to the homunculus of Yggdrasil, since magical power was not his area of ​​expertise, and his own magical power was simply insufficient to support his servant in completing a battle.

Furthermore, according to the explanations of those homunculus, magic power is mostly shared by them, and providing magic power to Servants will not have any adverse effects.

Emiya then agreed to transfer the supply of magic power to the androids, though Emiya was unaware that they were androids.

They only considered it to be a position similar to a servant in a castle.

Emiya was simply surprised that almost everyone here knew magic.

This also directly raised Arthur's base stats to a new level.

Class: Saber

Attributes: Order and Good

Ability Values ​​—

Strength: A

Durability: A+

Agility: B

Magic: A

Lucky: B

Noble Phantasm: C (EX)

"What exactly is the status of your Servant?!"

Shirou Emiya, lying on the ground, loudly questioned the man who had been thrown backward with him.

What if someone takes action in the city over a mere disagreement and harms innocent civilians?

Furthermore, this violates the rules of the Holy Grail War, which prohibit fighting during the day.

Emiya jumped up in a panic and rushed toward the surrounding crowd, trying to drive them away.

But the people here wouldn't listen to Shirou Emiya's advice. With such intense live-action battles, their choice was naturally to find a good viewing spot.

After all, the two people fighting in the middle did not use their weapons; it was just a fight with their fists and feet.

If there's a fight in the street, just watch the show or call the police; as for stopping it...

Seeing the two men collide so violently, the onlookers felt that this was something they couldn't stop.

Therefore, they consciously retreated to leave Arthur and the unknown servant some space to fight.

"Don't worry too much. Neither my servant nor your servant should be using their full strength; they're just testing each other. I know the rules of the Holy Grail War, and I won't let my servant cause significant damage."

He patted Shirou Emiya on the shoulder, comforting him. He hadn't seen such a straightforward young man in a long time.

However, there was an absolute lie in his words: if his Servant really intended to fight the enemy Servant during the day, he would absolutely not stop him.

At this moment, the unknown servant seemed to be using his entire body as a weapon, attacking Arthur with the ferocity and speed of a wild beast.

This was a completely unpredictable fighting style, which stirred up waves of emotion within Emiya, who was watching from the sidelines.

If he were to collide head-on with it, there might be no way to retaliate at all.

Emiya had no idea what her next attack would be, or from which direction her next strike would come.

Her fighting style is similar to Esdeath's, yet completely different from hers.

To use an analogy, Esdeath is more like someone who has developed a fighting style that suits her through constant battles.

This Servant seems to have emerged naturally from constant battles, following their own desires, and their fighting style is purely for survival and killing.

One aspect is a skill developed through summarizing one's own battles and continuously improving them.

The other side has never summarized their experiences; instead, they fight however they want, and although they have a fighting style, it is not well-defined overall.

Neither is superior to the other; both have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Because the above is a summary of techniques, it can lead to victory more quickly and greatly improve combat ability. However, like other combat techniques, it can be seen through when the strength difference is not significant.

The person below relies entirely on instinct to learn and organize skills, without summarizing or generalizing. This results in many flawed combat methods, but it makes it difficult for the enemy to predict what kind of attack they will launch next, making them flexible and unpredictable.

It's not that Emiya can't acquire her skills through projection, but rather that even if he did acquire them, he wouldn't be able to predict her attack patterns when facing her.

Chapter 117 Mordred

Arthur's battle with the unknown servant continues.

Punches and kicks kept grazing past Arthur's body, and the chaotic fighting style made Arthur feel a little troubled.

But that was all. His pupils suddenly contracted as he quickly found the servant's weakness.

He swiftly reached out and grabbed the kick that had been sent flying through the air, his body moving toward her with incredible speed.

Although their class is Saber, it doesn't mean they lose their melee combat ability once they lose their weapons.

"What a powerful force!"

The servant whose foot had been suddenly grabbed frowned; she had anticipated that the servant before her was stronger than herself.

Otherwise, my leg strike wouldn't have only made him retreat a few steps.

If it were any other Servant, they would have been kicked into the wall long ago.

However, she showed no sign of panic at this moment. While being captured, she also captured Arthur.

She was always able to barely dodge her attacks, which annoyed her greatly.

She prefers the visceral thrill of blows to a contest of skill.

Arthur lunged forward, swinging his fist directly at her face.

An unknown servant smiled slightly. She could clearly sense the trajectory of Arthur's fist, and at that moment, she swung her own fist from below, aiming an attack at his chin.

Just as he was about to strike his face, he only needed to tilt his head slightly, and the man would only glide past his cheek, while he could send him flying with a single punch.

I have a gut feeling; such an attack could never hit me.

"Hmph! We won!"

Her smile deepened, and a terrifying gust of wind stirred the surrounding air, gathering beneath Arthur and hurtling towards his chin at an astonishing speed.

And things seemed to be going just as she had expected; the fist approached her face with incredible speed.

"As long as we dodge it—"

Her head suddenly turned to the side. She didn't think at all, and she didn't even know which direction she was dodging in.

"call--!"

A strong wind blew her hair wildly, and her fist, which was swinging upwards, suddenly stopped, halting in front of Arthur's chest.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

"How can it be!"

Before her was an enormous fist placed in front of her.

If he continues swinging, I'll definitely fly backward before I can hit his chin, and I won't be able to touch him at all.

How did he determine the position where she would dodge? Even she herself didn't know which way her head would dodge.

However, a loss is a loss. She is not a sore loser; she will definitely win back what she lost.

It was just a friendly spar, and she didn't care that the Servant opposite her was holding back.

Rather, if he really did knock her away with one punch, she wouldn't care about the Holy Grail or anything like that; she'd kill him first.

"Tch! I've lost this time! Which knight are you? I don't recall any Knights of the Round Table with such formidable strength as you!"