In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Ugh……"

Having witnessed the whole process, Merlin sighed softly. Now that things were done, there was no other way but to go all the way down this path.

Although it was Lovi who did the beating, he was also an accomplice. Without his help, how could Lovi have possessed the power to pound the dragon under his weight? Artoria must be hating herself to death right now.

"I hope you can get through this, Artoria..."

While lamenting Saber's plight, Merlin silently turned on his recording device and used magic to capture the scenes he witnessed.

"Okay, keep kicking, don't stop."

"Master, keep it up! Kick her in the eyes!!"

Meanwhile, Scáthach, witnessing this astonishing scene, completely transformed into a spectator, cheering for Rowe without any regard for her image, and even offering him advice on how to fight.

"Don't let your other foot be idle either, attack her lower body!"

However, at this moment, Luo Wei and Artoria could not hear the noise outside. They looked at each other, and at this moment, there was only each other in their eyes.

One was thinking of pressing his advantage and beating her half to death, while the other was thinking of getting away quickly and then killing him.

For a moment, the two gazed at each other, their hearts truly in sync.

Even Kiritsugu Emiya, as Master, hadn't accomplished what Loe had done. However, this mutual understanding of wanting to kill each other seemed to be a little different from what was expected.

"Ugh—!!"

Finally, Artoria's strength began to wane under the relentless blows. A kick to the abdomen from Rowe made her roll her eyes back. At that moment, Artoria felt a sweet taste in her throat, and mouthfuls of blood gushed from her mouth and nose. Even the Excalibur she gripped tightly trembled slightly. But even so, her hands remained firmly on the hilt, refusing to let go. In this critical final moment, Artoria's eyes narrowed, and she channeled the last wisp of magic and strength within her, releasing the Star Sword as much as possible.

--puff!!

Golden light began to scatter, the dazzling light resembling a converging galaxy. Terrifying power was compressed into this one sword strike, and the scorching magic power that erupted from the blade instantly severed half of Luo Wei's shoulder and arm, leaving charred flesh at the wound.

The moment his left arm was severed, the earth magic he had been casting was also broken, giving Saber a moment of relief. He tried to get up and stand up again, but the pressure that followed pushed him back down.

She looked up in astonishment and saw that Luo Wei's expression had not changed at all after his power of kingship had just been severed. The wound she had just cut off began to emit a dazzling light, and then it began to heal rapidly at an extremely fast speed.

"Avalon!!"

Upon seeing this, Saber was taken aback, but immediately understood what was going on.

“That’s right. I roughly anticipated this situation before I came, so when I borrowed the Sword in the Stone, I also buried Avalon inside my body, and I even had that damned nightmare cast an illusion on me that made me feel neither fatigue nor pain. Otherwise, how do you think I managed to fight you to this extent?”

In this world, there is a kind of pain that looks painful.

To avoid breaking down, Luo Wei didn't dare look at his empty left arm, nor did he seem willing to look at the charred severed arm. Now, he could only take a deep breath to calm himself down a little.

He looked down at Artoria, who was now bleeding from her head and exhausted from being kicked by him for a full half hour, and whose time had to end there.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Then he stomped hard on her hand, and taking advantage of her momentary lapse in control, he kicked her last resort, the Star Sword, right in front of Scáthach, ending the battle completely.

"Looks like I've won, Saber."

He was almost done, so he sat down on Artoria's lap, waved his empty left arm, and gave her a rather pathetic smile.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain. Now, can you listen to me properly and answer my previous questions?"

Artoria didn't answer, but silently turned her head away so that this annoying guy wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes.

however……

"Our King Arthur has actually dropped a little pearl!"

※※※※※※※

-

-

Book Recommendation:

Arknights, but all characters are on their second playthrough.

-

P.S.: Pure action is too difficult to write, so it took me much longer than usual to write.

But at least it's written something that's still relatively normal; I'm exhausted.

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Man Named King Arthur (6 words)

"Hey, Saber, the outcome should be decided by now, right?"

Amidst the chaotic ruins, Yang Guo, a one-armed swordsman, sat on something soft, covered in blood and looking utterly disheveled, leaning on his golden sword. As he sat there, he even questioned the object beneath him.

"..."

However, the other party did not respond.

If you look closely, you'll see that the figure he's sitting on as a soft cushion isn't a cushion or chair at all, but a petite figure clad in pale silver armor, with long golden hair and a signature ahoge (cowlick). That is undoubtedly the once sharp and unyielding Knight King, who had never listened to a word he was told.

However, she had long lost her previous sharpness and edge. She was completely pinned down and rubbed against by Luo Wei. After a series of merciless kicks, her head was bleeding profusely, and many bones in her body were broken by Luo Wei's A-rank strength. In addition, she had used up too much of her magic power by releasing her Noble Phantasm earlier, so she could hardly fight back at this moment.

In other words, the outcome is already decided at this moment.

"Oh, so this is the Star Sword? It feels no different from ordinary holy swords. Is it because of the seal placed on it?"

Not far away, Scáthach picked up the Excalibur that Rowe had kicked at her, then played with it in her hand for a while. She swung the blade in the air, then performed a beautiful sword flourish.

It did feel good, but she couldn't sense the immense power contained within it—power enough to defeat an enemy of a planet, the one worthy of being called the Star Saint.

After examining it for a moment, Scáthach quickly understood what was going on after seeing the dozen or so round table seals applied to it.

She also realized that because of the seal, only King Arthur could unleash the sword's true power. Even if others obtained it, they could only use it as a sword that could cut through iron like mud, and would not be able to unleash its true potential.

It's a bit of a pity...

Scáthach was somewhat disappointed to realize that she couldn't use the sword.

She wasn't trying to pry into the power within; she simply felt regretful that she couldn't experience it herself.

While the quality of a weapon can greatly enhance a hero's abilities, it is not essential for them personally.

Her martial arts were unparalleled, having already reached the pinnacle of human skill. Even the two crimson demonic spears in her hands weren't some renowned divine creation or planetary artifact; they were simply forged from the bones of slain sea demons. Any disciple who passed her trials and came to learn from her could obtain them. Nevertheless, many demigod heroes, wielding these divine weapons, had come to wreak havoc in the Shadow Kingdom, and thus met their deaths at her hands. She casually tossed those war-torn artifacts into her palace, showing them no real concern.

Even using only the most basic dual pistols, she could still slay gods on her own. Compared to the enhancements brought by weapons and blessings, Scáthach trusted more the martial arts she had acquired through countless trials. Only what she had honed herself would never betray her.

And doesn't the scene before us just illustrate this point?

Seeing the pitiful King Arthur, who was caught off guard by carelessness—no, it should be psychological interference and mental attack, which led to his momentary lapse in attention and allowed Lovi to seize the opportunity to counterattack and utterly crush him—Scáthach's face showed a rare hint of sympathy.

Logically speaking, with Artoria's martial arts skills and combat prowess, plus the Star Sword still in her possession, defeating Lovi shouldn't be difficult for her.

Even though Lovi's Phase Angel is indeed a miraculous magic that transcends this era, even though he holds a golden sword in his hand, has Avalon hidden in his body, and has received double enhancement from her and Merlin, it can be said that he has stacked up all the buffs.

But so what?

No matter how many buffs he stacks or how much he strengthens himself, he's still just a human.

Since we are human, we will be killed, and if we are killed, we will die.

And who is his opponent, Artoria? She is the Red Dragon of Britain, the legendary King Arthur, and the famous King of Knights.

Even though Avalonga's pain shield and double enhancement could make Rowe's stats on paper equal to hers, as she said, those were just stats on paper.

Paper data is not equivalent to actual combat ability. At least with his intelligence, simply imitating Merlin's swordsmanship stored in the golden sword is no match for King Arthur. It was only because Artoria was distracted by his psychological tactics and Merlin's illusions that she was given an opportunity. If it were her, she wouldn't care about Lovi's empty talk; she'd just end the battle first.

Even if she was genuinely curious or had other emotions, she would only ask Luo Wei slowly after beating him half to death.

So how did things turn out this way?

Scáthach saw it very clearly.

Saber's mind was in turmoil.

Her mind was in turmoil, her breath was in disarray, and her steps became chaotic. With this chaos, Lovi only needed to provoke her to trick her into revealing her Noble Phantasm, thus causing her to excessively deplete her magic power. With Avalon and the magic power supply from the Holy Grail, Lovi was completely unafraid of consuming physical strength and magic power, which allowed him to seize the last opportunity.

It can be said that from the very beginning of the battle, Lovi was concealing his true strength and making his plans. He did not openly reveal his trump cards and engage in a real battle with Saber to defeat her, but instead followed a gradual approach, slowly crushing her from three aspects: her mind, her magic power, and finally her body.

"..."

On the rooftop, Scáthach blinked and couldn't help but applaud her Master.

Well, to be honest, their fight wasn't particularly exciting. There was no skill involved; it was just a turn-based battle where it was either one attacking and the other defending.

but……

Scáthach was also very pleased, because she had witnessed a miracle: the miracle created by Loewy, who defeated a mythical hero in human form.

What was originally a near-certain death situation, in which she was prepared to save people, turned into a situation where Saber broke through her defenses and the two of them fought each other one-sidedly, thanks to his scheme.

Regardless of how well she performed, this miracle at least compelled her to applaud.

As for the external forces and conspiracies used in the battle, which have deviated from the original purpose of the battle...

Scáthach could only say, "Stop joking."

Given the premise that humans are fighting Servants, it's perfectly acceptable for them to borrow any power.

On the contrary, seeking equality and fairness in an already unequal battle is truly foolish.

Seeing Lovi ignoring his severed arm and sitting on Saber, declaring his victory, Scáthach couldn't help but smile.

As for how Luo Wei is feeling right now, she probably has a good idea.

It is undoubtedly a time of relief and joy.

Fortunately, he survived, and he was overjoyed that he had created a miracle with his own hands. For this, Luo Wei was equally happy.

For every person who is happy, there is someone who is sad.

Meanwhile, Saber, who seemed utterly hopeless and whose tears were streaming uncontrollably from her eyes...

At this moment, Scáthach could also sense that she was absolutely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

She was trampled in a battle, mercilessly kicked from the face to the stomach, and her heart was pierced by a barrage of hurtful words. Even her once trusted comrade, Merlin, the Flower Magician, stood against her in this battle, denying her wishes and efforts...

Scáthach realized that this battle was entirely planned by Rowe in advance, a form of execution and torture for Artoria.

What heroic swordsmen will decide the victor?

Can someone who plans this from beginning to end and completely outmaneuvers others be called a swordsman?

At other times, although she could accept and understand such tactics, she would still be unable to help but criticize them in her heart because of her identity as the Warrior Queen.