All Realms: Sharing Talents Starting from Chicken Island

A dry, hoarse laugh suddenly echoed in the air, but as Lin Yan lightly tapped his finger in the air, a black sword aura flashed past and pierced straight towards the direction from which the sound came.

A dark figure appeared, with long, thin limbs and a wide cloak, coming into the three people's view.

"Assassin?" Medea asked solemnly, shielding Lin Yan behind her.

The Assassin-class Cursed Arm Hassan before me wore a skull mask and a black cloak, and possessed a bizarrely shaped, club-like right hand. His face beneath the skull mask had long since been cut off, making it impossible for anyone to know his true identity.

"Cursed Arm Hassan." Lin Yan used his other hand to shield Medea behind him: "Saber, be careful not to get close, and it's best to fight outside."

"Yes, Ayan!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Saber touched the ground with her toes and intercepted Hassan's attack with her sword. Then, the Wind King's barrier sword pressed down, forcing Hassan to smash through the window.

Lin Yan: "???"

"Ayan, I will protect you."

Medea carried Lin Yan into the air, her slender arms encircling his chest.

"Need not."

Although he was very happy in the gentle embrace, Lin Yan still found it hard to accept being held in Medea's arms.

He patted Medea's hand, then flew with her to the edge of the battlefield between Artoria and Hassan the Cursed Arm.

Generally speaking, in direct combat, assassins have no advantage over any class except mages.

Berserkers might be an exception, but this is very rare. A berserker is simply in a frenzied state, but their fighting instincts remain incredibly strong.

"Ayan, you... you can actually fly?"

Medea was somewhat taken aback. Even in her time, flight magic was an extremely high-level and rare magic.

"Not only can I seal it, but I can do many other things too." Lin Yan curled his lip in disdain, watching as Artoria easily withstood Hassan's attacks below, and finally seized the opportunity to send Hassan flying with a single sword strike, crashing into two streetlights.

"Quick victory."

Lin Yan spread his hand out and drew a talisman in the air!

The Eight Extraordinary Skills - The Heavenly Talisman!

Lin Yan had long been curious about the Eight Extraordinary Techniques of Under One Person. Today, he finally stepped forward, feeling the Qi within his body circulating in a strange way. He drew countless talismans with his fingers, which flew straight down towards Hassan below.

"Is this... Chinese magic?"

Medea's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder.

"The art of talismans in China," Lin Yan explained with a smile. "This is the highest level of talismanic arts: drawing talismans in the air."

"Truly worthy of being my Master." Medea's magic circle retracted behind her, and she also dispelled her flight magic. She leaned against Lin Yan, feeling the slow, steady, and powerful beating of his heart in his chest, and a strong sense of security welled up in her heart.

Meanwhile, Artoria, who was calmly facing the enemy below, caught a glimpse of this scene above out of the corner of her eye and became furious.

After summoning the blue dress and armor, a fierce rage blazed in her lion-like eyes.

A vast amount of magical power surged within him, and his magic circuits were instantly activated.

Hassan's life was already difficult enough, being relentlessly pursued by the Tongtian Talisman. But the Tongtian Talisman, which seemed to offer a glimmer of hope, kept guiding Hassan towards a certain place...

Beneath the blade of Artoria's longsword!

"Heh heh..." Hassan squeezed out a sound that was both crying and laughing, like old metal pieces rubbing against each other, mocking and unpleasant.

"Assassin, I'll take your life!"

Artoria gripped her longsword, which emitted a golden light. Although it wasn't a Noble Phantasm release, it was definitely not an ordinary normal attack.

Knowing he couldn't avoid this move, Hassan had no choice but to fight back.

Let's take a gamble; maybe there's still a glimmer of hope.

As an Assassin's first battle, he unexpectedly encountered such a tough fork on his very first encounter.

Although they came for their Master, they could clearly feel the oppressive aura emanating from the one in the sky, which was even stronger than Saber in direct combat!

Hassan may not have a face, and he may have become accustomed to remaining silent during his long career of killing, but that doesn't mean he lacks his own thoughts.

"Noble Phantasm!"

"Delusion Heart Sound!"

……

"Oh? Are you about to unleash your Noble Phantasm?"

Lin Yan smirked as he looked at Hassan's reddened, meandering, and swollen, shrimp-claw-like hand. A jet-black longsword emerged from Lin Yan's palm, and Armament Haki swirled around his body, ready to enter the fray at any moment.

Chapter 298 Matou Zangyan

Lin Yan only knew that this move could seize the heart, but he didn't know how it worked.

Artoria, who could fight Dog Brother one-on-one without being at a disadvantage when her magic power was insufficient, would not be afraid of assassins, whose threat would be reduced by 80% once they were exposed.

However, just as the sword was about to strike, Artoria suddenly realized that the Noble Phantasm she had unleashed, the one meant for the Soul Sound Barrier, was not herself, but someone far, far away in the clouds...

Lin Yan!

"They're really overestimating themselves."

Lin Yan sneered, his black sword trembling, and boundless golden light appeared behind him. Just as Medea was about to use magic to sacrifice herself in front of Lin Yan, the shield formed by the golden light blocked the impact of the delusional mental sound with ease.

In the other hand, a black sword crackled with purple arcs of electricity and slashed down, severing the arm that was controlling the delusional thoughts.

"Ayan!"

Artoria quickly arrived in front of Lin Yan. When she confirmed that the seemingly thin layer of golden light had actually blocked the delusional thoughts and was completely intact, Tsiya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing." Lin Yan smiled, the sword energy in his hand vanished, and he looked down at the dark figure fleeing towards the outskirts of the city, leaving a trail of blood.

"I have some personal matters to attend to. You two go home and get some rest."

"No."

Artoria shook her head: "I want to go with you."

Are you still worried about my strength?

Lin Yan pointed into the distance: "Listen to me, go back. I can handle this on my own."

After speaking, Lin Yan gently patted Medea's shoulder, gave her a reassuring look, and then his figure transformed into a gentle breeze, instantly disappearing from the spot.

This speed was even faster than when the assassin Hassan had made his desperate escape.

"Wait a minute, I also..."

Artoria gritted her teeth, about to follow, when Medea tugged at her clothes from behind.

"No need to follow, Saber. Trust in his abilities."

"But……"

Humans are still humans, even with power comparable to Heroic Spirits, there are still some aspects in which they cannot compare! Artoria was about to say something when Medea interrupted her:

"Feel the magic within you."

Her tone was tinged with helplessness, relief, and even a hint of disbelief and sadness.

"Even the Holy Grail may not contain such a vast amount of magical power."

"magic……"

After the battle, the magical link between Artoria and Lin Yan became more stable and solid. Through this link, she could clearly feel the continuous and powerful magical energy being transmitted from the other side, surging like a great river.

And on the other side that's connected...

Artoria felt as if her exploration of consciousness was like a tiny pebble that had presumptuously leaped into a vast ocean.

"Even among the magicians of the Age of Gods, it is impossible for anyone to possess such a vast amount of magical power. Therefore, Lin Yan is someone who cannot be judged by common sense."

Medea said, "Do you really think we can help him? In fact, we are the ones under his protection."

"With such immense magical power, he could practically summon miracles. Let alone the mere Delusion of the Heart, even if all the Heroic Spirits were to besiege him this time, he wouldn't even be a threat."

Feeling the magic power surging within her to its limit, Artoria looked in the direction where Lin Yan's figure had disappeared, feeling a faint sense of defeat in her heart, but finally nodded.

"Okay, let's go back."

……

Meanwhile, Lin Yan was unaware of what his two Servants behind him were thinking. He was focused on tracking Hassan the Cursed Arm, hoping to find Zouken Matou's figure.

Lin Yan had long disliked that disgusting old man, Zouken Matou. He felt that every day that kind of worm lived was a pollution to the world.

I was originally planning to take a couple of days off, enjoying the company of mature women on my left and young girls on my right, but before I could even contact Zouken Matou, that old geezer sent Hassan to find him.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish."

Lin Yan looked at the secluded villa that Hassan had sneaked into and snorted coldly.

His cognitive impairment magic allowed him to do whatever he wanted without attracting attention. Even the usually cautious Assassin Hassan didn't notice anything amiss with this kind of magic from the library in the Harry Potter world.

After sneaking into the villa, Lin Yan followed the trail left by Hassan and arrived at the room in front of him.

Pushing open the door, a withered, short, and lifeless old man stood in the room with his back to Lin Yan, leaning on a cane.