FATE: Target of Grand Master

Xia Yan was startled and immediately took several steps back to create distance.

The youth, who had turned into a stone statue, began to crack. Then, like a broken chocolate filling, the petrified outer shell peeled away, revealing his previous normal appearance.

What's going on?

Xia Yan's brain began to race.

My "Petrifying Demon Eye" should have been successfully activated, but why was the other party able to recover even after being completely petrified?

Could it be that the other side also possesses a similar item to Avalon?

This possibility cannot be ruled out, but even if one recovers from a near-death state or is even resurrected, there is certainly a limit to the number of times such an effect can be achieved.

Based on Xia Yan's own experience, BB is very cautious about the effects of costumes or items in this regard, so this effect will only occur once at most.

Then, just kill him one more time.

However, Xia Yan was prepared to try one more time before doing that.

"Friend, you've seen it yourself. My strength is enough to kill you. Even if the fight continues, your only fate is death. I'm not asking you to hand over the Holy Grail; just tell me the situation and location of the remaining Master, and I guarantee I won't attack you. Is there anything more important than your own life?"

"Of course!" the purple-haired hoodie youth retorted without hesitation. "You'd be better off killing me than betraying the alliance."

Xia Yan was surprised that the other party could still hold firm to his beliefs under such circumstances. He was a rare and high-quality ally. Unfortunately, given his current position, he had no choice but to fight him.

"Alright, I respect you. Tell me your name, I'll remember it."

Xia Yan showed his opponent the highest respect.

The purple-haired hoodie youth hesitated for a moment, but was ultimately moved by Xia Yan's sincerity and gave his name.

"My name is Feng Yan. My motto is: I always keep my word."

"Okay, Feng Yan, I've got it."

Xia Yan displayed the aura of someone about to kill his opponent once again.

Looking at Xia Yan's expression, Feng Yan suddenly smiled.

How can you be so sure you'll win?

"Of course it's because if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Xia Yan threw Gan Jiang and Mo Xie to Feng Yan's sides, a move that Feng Yan, who also knew the FATE storyline, was very familiar with.

Crane Wing Triple Strike!

Emiya's signature move.

However, the Master in front of him did not seem to have fully mastered this technique, and merely threw a pair of swords at him before charging towards him.

Oh well, it's not a big deal. I'm immortal "here".

Feng Yan raised his arms to block the twin blades that circled back from the side and rear, but his chest was exposed in front of Xia Yan.

Xia Yan slashed down, sparks flying everywhere.

It still can't be split open, so let's leave it like this.

Xia Yan tucked Gan Jiang and Mo Xie under Feng Yan's armpits and threw them into the air. He then attached wind-attribute magic vortexes to the twin blades, extending them upwards before slashing them down heavily.

The magic vortex, like an extended blade, accelerated Feng Yan's descent from mid-air to the ground.

Even without external injuries, the impact of falling rapidly from a great height is enough to cause internal injuries.

As expected, Feng Yan fell heavily to the ground, then spat out a mouthful of blood. Xia Yan seized the opportunity to plunge the blade into Feng Yan's mouth, successfully killing him once again.

Xia Yan drew his blade, took a few steps back, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Feng Yan's mouth, which had been pierced by the blade, began to heal rapidly, and then he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Xia Yan carefully observed the entire process. Rather than a rapid recovery, it was more like a reversal of time and space.

Xia Yan didn't rush to make a move and just silently watched Feng Yan.

"What? You're already feeling desperate after killing me twice? Where did your earlier bravado go?"

Feng Yan's lips curled up, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

"I see, no wonder something felt off. Is this an illusion?"

Xia Yan hit the nail on the head.

"That's right. This is indeed an illusion."

Feng Yan readily admitted it.

As a descendant of a witch, Feng Yan possesses an extremely unique magical attribute—fairy tales.

The magic tricks he can perform all come from fairy tales.

For example, "The Steadfastness of a Tin Soldier" strengthens one's physical body, making one invulnerable to weapons, but it reduces one's speed and agility, and makes one's movements stiff like a tin soldier.

The magic trick that pulls Xia Yan into the illusion is called "The Dream of the Match," which takes the opponent seeing the action of lighting a match as the activation condition and can pull the enemy into the illusion.

The illusion's effect is indistinguishable from reality, but Feng Yan cannot be killed within it. The most terrifying aspect of this magic trick is the endless despair experienced by enemies who repeatedly kill Feng Yan only to witness his resurrection. Unlike Feng Yan, enemies who die within the illusion suffer brain death; it's a magic trick from which there's no way to escape once caught in its trap.

"If I'm not mistaken, your technique must have many limitations. Let me think, for example, it can only target one person at a time, and you yourself cannot move your body," Xia Yan analyzed.

Feng Yan was startled, not expecting that the other party had so accurately identified the weakness of his technique.

Indeed, there is no perfect spell in this world. "Matchstick Dream" also has many flaws. It can only deal with one person at a time, and by stimulating the target's body, it can bring the target's consciousness back to reality. In addition, as the one who activates the spell, Feng Yan is also unable to move his body.

Therefore, this technique is best used in situations where a one-on-one match can be absolutely guaranteed.

"Even if you know the weaknesses of this technique, you still can't escape," Feng Yan said confidently.

"Is that so?"

Now it was Feng Yan's turn to be puzzled.

He could tell that Xia Yan's confident smile was not just empty bravado, but he really couldn't imagine how the other party would break the illusion from within.

Wait, could it be him?!

Just as Feng Yan discovered the blind spot he had been ignoring, the surrounding environment crumbled like shattered glass. Feng Yan noticed that there was a figure shrouded in black mist standing next to Xia Yan.

Shadow Followers?

No, it's a Servant wearing a disguise!

This guy actually has two Servants too!

I had seen him take action personally before, and I thought he only had one Servant. This guy is really cautious.

"Thanks, Berserker."

Having escaped the illusion, Xia Yan thanked Morgan beside him with a sigh of relief, and then pondered the other's abilities.

"The Tin Soldier's Steadfastness" and "The Match's Dream"—the names of the other magic tricks always felt familiar, but I couldn't quite place them.

When Feng Yan heard Xia Yan refer to the Servant hidden in the black mist as Berserker, his first thought was that this Servant was Smoke Mirror.

Although Smoke Mirror was ultimately released as an Assassin in FGO, in the previous story, Debit appeared in the Indian Lostbelt with Smoke Mirror, who was known as the "Grand Berserker". At that time, Smoke Mirror also appeared in a disguised form.

But is it really possible for this Master to summon a Grand Servant?

The two Masters simultaneously and tacitly analyzed each other's situation, and for a moment, no one made a move.