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However, it was precisely this kind of bloody and brutal fighting that he was looking forward to.

Only he can hurt the hero, and no one can hurt him. What kind of battle is this!

"From now on, you won't be able to withstand it so easily, hero!"

Emerald green magic rose from the soles of his feet, and an extremely terrifying aura rose from his body. The powerful pressure even made the constantly flowing wind around him stand still.

A wild smile crept across his lips once more, his eyes gleaming with an uncontrollable fighting spirit.

So what if you can quickly assess your own attack? You are the fastest Heroic Spirit!!!

"I want to see whether your reaction speed is faster or my attack is more ferocious!"

In that instant, Arthur felt an extremely powerful impact erupt from in front of him.

There were no tricks or gimmicks involved.

The hero wielding the cross spear was like a missile, charging head-on at Arthur at top speed.

At extreme speed, the immense impact it generated meant that the cross-shaped spear was almost upon Arthur in the blink of an eye.

Such an attack is unavoidable!

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, a violent gust of wind erupted like an explosion.

"call out!"

Arthur didn't even have time to utter a sound before he was transformed into a cannonball and sent flying backward.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Trees shattered instantly upon impact, creating a series of cracking sounds as rows upon rows of trees fell to the ground.

"So fast!"

Arthur could only barely raise his weapon to shield himself, preventing the unstoppable spear from piercing his chest.

"Oh!"

Arthur was still being thrown back by the powerful impact when a figure burst through the air, emerging from the depths of the dense forest as a dazzling comet, stirring up a chaotic airflow, and hurtling towards him like a bullet.

He appeared in front of Arthur in an instant.

"Catch it! You're a hero!!!!"

He let out a low growl, and the cross-shaped pistol in his hand suddenly moved, like a dense rain curtain, carrying a sharp edge as it thrust forward amidst a series of spear shadows.

The overwhelming barrage of stabs enveloped Arthur.

It wasn't that his attack speed couldn't be that fast; it was just that under Arthur's multi-faceted suppression, he couldn't unleash the full power of his offensive ferocity.

Arthur's pupils suddenly contracted.

He's still flying backwards, and blocking the attack without any support is really a difficult task.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The sounds that were stirred up continued to come from

"You can no longer deceive me!"

The heroic spirit laughed wildly. Having experienced such an intense battle, he was already familiar with the length of the sword in Arthur's hand, and even had a mental image of the sword in Arthur's hand.

Even without skills like Mind's Eye, don't underestimate those heroic spirits who have experienced countless battles in their lives!

He suddenly aimed at Arthur's sword and slashed upwards, while simultaneously raising the butt of the gun upwards with his other hand.

The gun suddenly changed direction, deflecting Arthur's sword in a very short time before returning to its original position and thrusting straight into his chest.

But Arthur's reaction was extremely quick. The moment his sword was flicked upwards, he used the force of the movement to stabilize his blade with the hilt pointing forward and the blade angled downwards.

And with lightning speed, it appeared on his chest.

"Then let's trade our lives!"

With his damage reduction abilities, he wouldn't care at all about Arthur's slash.

Moreover, because of the previous upward slash, Arthur's strike lacked sufficient power in order to launch a quick counterattack.

The cross in his hand and the sword in Arthur's hand arrived at each other's chests almost at the same time.

"I won—!"

The hero wielding the cross-shaped spear smiled. Trading injury for injury was simply impossible for him; he could not possibly be harmed by this heroic spirit.

"Wind King Hammer!"

A calm and collected voice came from Arthur's side.

An unparalleled vortex of energy erupted from the chest of the servant wielding the cross spear at extremely close range.

"Boom!"

A thunderous impact resounded throughout the area.

All that could be seen was a bright green figure, which flew backward at an extremely fast speed in front of Arthur, like a bright green shooting star.

Chapter 125 The End of the Probe

"boom--!"

A loud thud came from in front of Arthur.

The hero wielding the cross spear once again sprang forth from the dense forest and appeared before Arthur.

He was completely unharmed.

However, this was entirely predictable.

From the hero's words, we can infer that perhaps only the weapon in his own hand could harm him.

The Wind King's Barrier is simply a powerful magic spell that uses wind to entangle the sword, altering the refractive index of light and thus making the sword's shape invisible.

Even if it unleashes extremely strong destructive power, it is the destructive power brought about by the magic itself, not the attack brought about by the sword itself.

Therefore, it couldn't harm the hero wielding the cross-shaped spear at all.

"Such a dazzling golden sword, are you the renowned Knight King?"

The heroic spirit holding the cross-shaped spear stood still, his tone, though posed as a question, conveyed a sense of certainty.

This is the downside of being too famous.

High popularity can enhance a Servant's strength to some extent, but it also makes it extremely easy to expose one's true name.

Just like the Black Lancer who used Piercing in Romania, almost anyone who knows Romanian history knows the Servant's true name.

As for Arthur, who is renowned worldwide, his golden sword is known to everyone. Just by looking at the sword, one can determine the identity of this Servant.

After all, in the world, there is probably only one knight with such great strength who wields the golden sword.

This is why Diarmuid Ua Duibhne was able to identify her as King Arthur simply by looking at the sword after breaking the Wind King's barrier.

"I never expected that Saber from the Black faction would be the King of Knights! This is truly exciting!"

His expression grew even more agitated; as a warrior, he now wanted to continue fighting Arthur.

But a tremendous roar interrupted his next move.

"boom--!"

A violent tremor came from the ground, and Arthur and the spirit holding the cross spear could only see an extremely bright fire in another part of the forest.

But the matter is not over yet.

Just like being bombed by bombers, countless flames erupted from the nearby forest.

The violent explosion was deafening, as if everything on the other side had been swallowed up.

"Rider, retreat! Archer is seriously wounded!"

A bird flew into the battlefield, and an extremely urgent voice came from beside the hero wielding the cross spear. The bird seemed to be the familiar of the local master.

"Sister?!"

Rider gripped his cross-shaped spear tightly, a hint of worry in his voice, when suddenly a three-horse carriage appeared beside him.

With a leap, he jumped onto the carriage and flew into the sky.

"We'll fight again next time, King of Knights!"

After leaving behind those words, he vanished into thin air.

"I thought it was Lancer, but I didn't expect it to be Rider."

Arthur smiled bitterly, and the sword in his hand vanished from its spot in an instant.

"Go and meet up with Master as soon as possible."

According to information received from Rider, the technology confirms that their master severely injured the opponent's Archer.

This surprised Arthur somewhat.

He was still thinking about whether he should unleash his Noble Phantasm to quickly end the battle here and then go to help his Master deal with Archer, but he didn't expect that his Master would end the battle first and seriously injure the enemy Archer.

Judging from the force of that shot alone, the Archer on the other side was no third-rate Servant. Although there are Masters who can tear apart Heroic Spirits, they are ultimately a minority.

Arthur, however, began to look at his master with new respect.

The camera pans to the other side.

"How is the Assassin's Master, Big Sister?"

Rider returned to the church at lightning speed and saw Archer lying on a church bench with a pained expression, black stripes appearing and disappearing all over his body.

"There are no problems for now. If we hadn't used a Command Spell to recall her in time, she would probably have been killed by this poison."

From the shadows emerged a stunningly beautiful woman clad in a black dress.

"poison?"

Rider glanced at the woman beside him, knowing that poison was her specialty.