I really didn't want to burn it.

Diarmuid was stunned to find his Red Rose stuck in the metal.

"Yes! And it's a stand-in made from my arm!"

Bedivere, having dislocated his right hand, charged towards them from another direction with a gun in one hand.

"The Holy Grail granted my prosthetic limbs the ability to create substitutes, and now that I've discarded the heavy metal prosthetics, my speed will be three times faster than before! The outcome hinges on this move!"

Bedivere rushed toward Diarmuid at top speed.

Unable to pluck the red rose in time, Diarmuid could only meet Bedivere with the yellow rose from his short spear.

In the next instant, the two knights pierced right through each other.

The commentator excitedly shouted, "Oh! Oh! Oh! We see both players fall at the same time, it seems this match is a tie!"

"Wait a minute!! Something's not right!! Diarmuid is standing up!!"

"Bedewell still couldn't get up... The winner is Diarmuid!!"

Amidst the commentator's shouts and the cheers of the entire stadium, Roma won their first match.

"Pity."

Li Ang looked at Xiao Bei and sighed regretfully.

If Bedivere hadn't been so badly injured by Yellow Rose, he probably could have landed another shot, which would have reversed the outcome of the battle.

However, if Bedivere hadn't been so badly injured and appeared unable to move, Diarmuid might not have fallen for the trap.

It can only be said that Beckham was unlucky this time, as he injured a muscle that affected his movement during a previous fight.

"But that triple speed... why doesn't he just say he's Gundam, or just call himself Ultraman?"

Thinking of Beckham's cringeworthy lines on the field, Li Ang couldn't help but laugh.

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PS1: Xiao Bei originally wanted to play on the Zero voice actor reference, the man who is only 5900 years old but keeps talking about being 2 years younger.

But thinking about it, that would probably take several chapters to write, so I gave up. _(:з」∠)_

Of all four voice actors for Beckham, Mimi-chan's favorite is the original one, Noto-nee, but unfortunately she was just a temporary worker.

It's said that Noto happened to be strolling in the hallway of FSN's recording studio when Kawasumi spotted her and immediately pulled her in to voice Bedivere. (*?▽?*)

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PS2: The standard Servant's combat power is derived from the early Fate setting.

The standard that one flash equals six refreshes of combat power also came about at that time.

However, this setting is quite old. Back then, Cu Chulainn was a powerful figure, considered an ace in a typical Holy Grail War where drawing him would basically guarantee victory.

However, with the emergence of all sorts of strange and bizarre new versions of the Holy Grail War, the "Swipe Bro" has gone from being the standard of combat power to the gatekeeper.

Servants who can't outperform the "grind" (or "grind") are basically unable to appear in the Holy Grail War.

Hmm... FGO should be considered a different story, since based on card art tiers, they'll still release Servants weaker than those from the "farming" tier. (* /ω＼*)

Chapter 97 Who is Morgan's favorite child?

After the first battle, Diarmuid deliberately broke the yellow rose in his hand.

The person who summoned him only allowed him to participate in this gladiatorial tournament and win; the specific process and how to handle things after the battle were entirely up to Diarmuid himself.

So when they arrived at the singularity, Huang Qiangwei was unable to escape her fate of being broken in two by her master.

Bedivere's performance in the battle just now earned Diarmuid's respect.

Therefore, in the face of a decisive situation, Brush Bro, who had no intention of killing them all, took the initiative to remove the curses from Bedivere's wounds.

After a brief recovery, Bedivere reached out and clasped Diarmuid's right hand across his chest as a gesture of goodwill.

“Mr. Diarmuid, you are indeed very strong. I did not lose unjustly,” Bedivere said nonchalantly.

"You're no slouch either, an excellent knight! I hope we'll have another chance to spar next time."

Diarmuid smiled confidently; he had thoroughly enjoyed the battle.

"Being able to fight against such a knight makes the trip worthwhile."

Dirumdo thought to himself.

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Looking at the two pale-faced knights in the center of the field, who seemed to be showing mutual respect, Li Ang nodded in the stands.

"This kind of mutually supportive and passionate storyline is definitely more interesting than some incorrigible thing. It makes me want to jump into the fray and have a match myself."

Morgan glanced briefly at Li Ang, who seemed overly excited, and asked, "Now that the first match is over, you said you wanted to build up both sides' momentum. What about the next round?"

Instead of answering directly, Li Ang asked in return, "What do you think?"

"Send out the strongest to win?"

Li Ang shrugged and agreed, saying, "That's right. After the first match, the next two matches are crucial. There are only seven matches in total. If we win three in a row, we can basically secure the victory."

"The second match is particularly important. If the winner of the first match, which is currently Rome, wins the second match, it will undoubtedly boost morale significantly; if Britain wins, the match will be back to square one," Li Ang explained with a smile.

“Britain can’t afford two consecutive defeats; it would be a huge blow to morale,” Morgan analyzed, head bowed. “So, should Britain send out their ace? Lancelot?”

"Haha, did you forget that the list of participants for both sides was submitted before the competition? Unless a player is unable to compete, the order of appearance cannot be changed."

To prevent Morgan, that vixen, from trying to seduce him again, Li Ang tried his best to steer the conversation toward the competition.

Rather than worrying about Morgan's flirtatious gestures, they discussed that at least their own lower bodies wouldn't be running around until the second day of the second lunar month.

"Neither side can predict the specific outcome of the first match, so there's no reason to reveal their hand so early. After all, the trump card must be reserved for the most crucial match point."

"Since you put it that way, the players in the second match must maintain a good mindset and not be affected by the outcome of the first match, otherwise the disadvantage will be amplified, and in that case..."

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Morgan's eyes lit up.

"I see. For the second match, we should field the calmest and most composed members from both sides."

Morgan's attention was completely focused on the game, analyzing it from an outsider's perspective, a feeling of being in complete control that she found very novel.

"In that case, the person my sister will send out is..."

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"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Back in the rest area, Bedivere couldn't hide his frustration.

After all, it was just a hair's breadth away. If he had been able to dodge a few of Diarmuid's attacks in the early stages of the battle, the outcome might have been very different.

Unfortunately, it's just a hypothetical.

"Sir Bedivere, you have performed exceptionally well. You have truly shown the Romans the splendor of the British knights."

Artoria was not too harsh on Bedivere.

"Yeah, Bedivere! You seem to have improved a lot these past few years. That final thrust was truly spectacular!"

Gawain chuckled and patted Bedivere on the back, praising him.

"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you all!" Bedivere smiled and sat down, letting Galahad heal his wounds.

"Then next... Agraven, you must win."

Gawain slapped Agguiwen hard on the shoulder, making him stumble.

"Are you planning to seriously injure me so I can't play?"

Agguiwen coldly retorted.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do my best to win!"

The usually calm Agguwen was uncharacteristically furious, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Bedwell has worked so hard, I'm going to win back his share too."

With this declaration of victory, Agguvin went to the battlefield.

however……

"Agraven is doomed to lose."

The moment the Black Knight entered the arena, Li Ang made his judgment.

Morgan retorted unhappily, "Why? Although Agraven isn't strong, if he plays steadily, even Lancelot might not be able to win."

Although his children had never pleased Morgan, they were still his children.

Faced with Li Ang's denigration, Morgan naturally had to argue his case.

"Because his opponent's personality is completely incompatible with his," Li Ang said with a wry smile.

Using the "Sanson" connection, Li Ang knew the list of players Roma would field.

Li Ang hadn't seen the British lineup, but based on the personalities of Artoria and the others, he could guess the order of appearances pretty accurately.

It's hard to say about the other matches, but in the second match, Li Ang was very clear that Britain was doomed to lose.

Because the player representing Rome is—Siegfried, the dragon slayer!

The outcome of the battle between the two black knights was decided very quickly, even faster than the first match.

Facing Siegfried, who was virtually invincible in direct combat and could unleash area-of-effect attacks with his light cannon, Agravan had absolutely no effective means of attack.

Realizing that his chances of winning were zero, he decisively chose to surrender.

"This……"

Morgan didn't know what to say as he watched Agravan leave the stage dejectedly.

"Agraven is so unlucky."

Li Ang thought for a moment, then organized his thoughts and explained, "To defeat Siegfried, you either need the ability to quickly flank and launch a sneak attack, or the ability to directly counter his Noble Phantasm, [Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon]. Unfortunately, Agrave has neither."

Of the seven Servants in Rome, only Siegfried and Arjuna were two that Agravvin could never defeat.

Lacking flashy tactics, Agguwen fears opponents who can amplify their area of ​​effect with powerful beam attacks.

Even against other gods, including those with the advantage of being from Rome, Agravivin's chances of winning wouldn't be zero.

Of course, it's not impossible for Agravan to insist on fighting Siegfried, but dragging it out would be pointless and would only dampen the morale of his teammates due to a protracted war.

Rather than doing that, it would be better to let the guy who comes out later carry the belief that he must win and turn the tide.

Therefore, Agguwen decisively chose to concede defeat and left the stage in disappointment.

If Agrave and Bedivere had switched opponents, Britain might have won both games in a row.

Agravuren's steady and methodical fighting style makes it difficult for brushes to fully utilize the Yellow Rose effect.

As for Siegfried, Bedivere only needs to use his Stand to withstand the beam cannon while he himself attacks from behind.

But as I said before, it's all just a hypothetical.

The result is that Britain has now lost two games in a row, and the entire match is in jeopardy.

"Should we say that Artoria and the others were just incredibly unlucky, or that they lacked information about the Roman contestants?" Li Ang couldn't help but chuckle.

Morgan was a little anxious. Despite her nonchalant words, she didn't want Britain to lose.

Seeing that Li Ang was still in the mood to laugh, Morgan's eyelids almost twitched.

Agruven's poor performance was undoubtedly a slap in the face to her pre-match confidence!

"Well, Agraven's fault this time was not due to a lack of combat skills, so you don't need to be too harsh on him."

Fearing that Morgan might do something rash, Leon surprisingly tried to reassure him.

He then said, "Britain has now suffered two consecutive defeats. However, as a competent decision-maker, I believe Artoria has taken this situation into consideration, so she must have a reliable countermeasure."

"You mean... in the third match, she'll send out a knight who's guaranteed to win?"

"Ah, I believe that's what Artoria thinks."

"What about Rome?" Morgan couldn't help but ask, somewhat curious.

"Well... Little Nero, also known as the Roman Emperor Nero, was a lively person."