I really didn't want to burn it.

Leon was quite surprised that Koyanskaya would admit to being a Beast, and raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Doesn't Miss Koyanskaya's deal include him?"

"Your Excellency, the Imperial Advisor, has misunderstood."

Koyanskaya narrowed her eyes to slits and said with a beaming smile.

"That Deer Antler Immortal was, after all, someone's beloved relative, brother, and sworn brother..."

Koyanskaya raised her hand and made a gesture.

"You have to pay more."

Li Ang opened his mouth, a thousand words welling up in his heart, but in the end he only managed to utter one sentence.

"...Alright, name your price. How much do you want?"

Thank you for your patronage!

Koyanskaya nodded happily.

"Seriously... I've never seen such a shameless fox!"

[Host, don't take things too far! You're just as despicable as this she-fox!]

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PS1: The fox's last few lines are from "Brotherhood of Blades," a famous scene. I don't really need to explain it, right? 2333

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PS2: I feel really awful, dizzy and nauseous..._(?3」∠)_

Although this is still within reach, the update tonight might be delayed...

In short, Mi-chan plans to go home and take a nap after lunch, and then we'll talk again in the evening. ?(? ???ω??? ?)?

Chapter 99 Li Ang: Say it again, who am I going to hit?!

Just as Li Ang and a certain sly fox were making a deal in the locker room, the battle in the arena had entered its most crucial and critical stage.

"I haven't felt this kind of excitement in a long time."

Faced with the blonde woman with braided hair, Mordred grinned from behind her helmet.

"Hmph, if I were using my own body..."

Joan of Arc.Alt narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a hint of resentment.

Although they are the same person, Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne d'Arc Alt have completely different fighting styles, not to mention their diametrically opposed Noble Phantasms.

But what Joan of Arc Alt was unwilling to accept was not that she couldn't perform at 100% and thus lost the match, but that she couldn't have a proper fight with the blonde knight with a single ponytail.

"I can see that too, but don't think that will make me go easy on you!"

Mordred raised his hands once again.

"I will bring my father his first victory!"

The red beam of light attacked Jeanne d'Arc once again. Alt.

"Tsk."

Joan of Arc Alt knew that her magical armor alone was no match for the magic cannon, so she plunged her spear into the ground once more.

"【Luminote Etnelle! (My Lord is here!)】"

The radiant barrier of faith once again kept the magic cannon out, but Jeanne Alt's somber expression did not improve.

The principle behind this Noble Phantasm is to use the Holy Banner in her hand to convert Jeanne d'Arc's extraordinary magical resistance into physical defense to resist the opponent's attacks.

However, this defense will continue to accumulate damage from the opponent's attacks, so when it reaches the limit, the flag will be destroyed, at which point Jeanne Alt will only be able to withstand Mordred's beam attack with her bare body.

Judging from the fact that the light barrier has turned a dangerous red, Jeanne Alt feels that the moment of breaking through its defenses is imminent.

"This damn body! If only I could use my original body... no, if only I could fully utilize this Noble Phantasm..."

When using [Luminote Etnelle (My Lord is Here)], Joan of Arc Alt must maintain a raised flag posture, which prevents her from attacking Mordred while defending.

However, according to another version of himself, if one's faith is devout enough, one can release a Noble Phantasm for defense while simultaneously attacking the enemy, and even remove all negative effects from oneself when releasing the Noble Phantasm.

However, Joan of Arc's faith in the Lord had already been flushed down the toilet along with the white of her body when she became the Avenger.

This explains why Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm is less effective when used with Alt. Not only this Noble Phantasm, but even Jeanne d'Arc's other Noble Phantasm, La Pucelle, cannot be released because Jeanne d'Arc Alter lacks that selfless spirit of dedication.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I don't care anymore!"

Joan of Arc screamed in exasperation, seizing the gap between Mordred's two magic cannon shots as she charged forward.

"What rubbish about body and Noble Phantasm! I'll just stick to my own pace!"

Joan of Arc.Alt decided to stick to her most original fighting style—take life and death lightly, and fight anyone who disagrees!

"Hmph, that's it! This is the kind of battle I've been waiting for!"

Mordred took off her tattered helmet and threw it aside, then pointed her sword at Joan of Arc.

"Wake up!"

Mordred unleashed another beam attack on Jeanne d'Arc, who was coming towards her.

"Tch, since I can't move after using my Noble Phantasm, I'll just move before I use it!"

Joan of Arc.Alt jumped up before even raising the flag.

"【Luminote Etnelle! (My Lord is here!)】"

Jeanne d'Arc, suspended in mid-air, unleashed her Noble Phantasm, once again manifesting her Magic Resistance.

boom!

The red magic cannon crashed into the red light barrier. The two enormous energies collided and caused a violent explosion. The powerful shockwave from the explosion spread throughout the entire arena, nearly knocking the audience over.

Click!

The defenses of the raised banner had reached their limit. The moment the light barrier shattered, Joan of Arc's white armor also broke, and the banner in her hand was burned.

Faced with this situation, Joan of Arc Alt did not retreat but advanced.

Using the momentum from her previous jump, she rushed in front of Mordred. Having lost her Noble Phantasm, she prepared to decide the outcome through hand-to-hand combat.

"cut!"

Faced with the menacing white-clad saintess, Mordred had no choice but to attack with her sword.

With the blessing of the Holy Grail, Mordred gained almost limitless magical power, but it would still take time to concentrate that power onto her sword and unleash it.

Just like in League of Legends, there's a pre-cast animation when a hero uses a skill.

Even though Mo's magic gathering time is much shorter than Siegfried's light cannon release, this cooldown time is not negligible.

Therefore, Mordred had no choice but to abandon the infinite beam attack tactic and instead engage in close combat with Jeanne d'Arc Alt.

"Go to hell!"

Joan of Arc. Alt brandished the flagpole and thrust it at Mordred.

"Don't even think about it!"

Mordred shouted as he went to meet him.

Sparks flew as the flagpole and the knight's sword collided in mid-air.

"cut!"

Jeanne Alt's fighting style was simply wild, not that of a berserker who had lost her mind. After her first shot was blocked, she quickly turned the tip of her spear and thrust it towards Mordred's right foot.

Mordred took a half step back, surprised that her opponent would attack so directly.

Joan of Arc Alt did not stop and continued to attack Mordred.

She knew that stopping at this moment would give Mordred the opportunity to unleash his full potential.

Jeanne Alt doesn't think she can withstand Mordred's beam attack after losing all her defenses.

"It's troublesome..."

Mordred slowly retreated while dealing with Jeanne d'Arc Alt's attacks.

After sitting on the throne for so long, Mordred has learned to be calm and patient.

She knew that the more critical the moment, the less she could afford to panic.

"Li Ang once said that throwing ourselves into disarray is like handing the enemy a knife; only by observing the situation can we achieve victory!"

Mordred began to observe the speed, weight, and attack power of the white flagpole.

"To win... not only for Father, but also for Bedivere and Brother Agravure... and also so that we can give that irresponsible bastard Leon a good beating afterwards!"

Mordred began to get used to Jeanne d'Arc's attack rhythm and started to simplify her evasion maneuvers.

She wasn't doing this to escape faster, but to be able to fight back more quickly!

The turning steps were shortened from two steps to one, and the blocking action was reduced from two moves to one!

The fewer the number of evasive maneuvers, the faster the evasive speed, which also means that you can counterattack faster!

The steel flagpole, as thick as a log, once again pierced Mordred's face.

"Chance!"

Mordred took a half step to the left and swung his greatsword.

They evaded and retaliated almost simultaneously.

With this one move alone, Mordred stood before Jeanne d'Arc Alt.

"roll!"

Joan of Arc. Alt swung her sword from bottom to top.

Unable to use the Crimson Saintess's Noble Phantasm, she could not draw the sword from its sheath and could only use it as a short stick for parrying.

Mordred deflected her opponent's sword with her own and kicked the helmet on the ground at her.

Seeing a dark object suddenly fly up, Jeanne Alt instinctively tilted her head to dodge, which made her stop moving for a moment.

That moment was enough for Mordred.

Joan of Arc smiled, accepting the outcome with pleasure.

"you win."

"I really want to have a match with you when you're giving it your all."

Amidst the splattering blood, Mordred whispered to Joan of Arc.

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"What a pity!! Jeanne Alt ultimately fell short and lost to Mordred!!"

"Modred has finally secured a point for Britain, bringing the score to 2-1, with Rome currently in the lead!!!"

When Li Ang entered the players' rest room, he happened to hear the emcee's commentary.

"What are you looking at! Are you happy that I lost?"

Joan of Arc, who was receiving bandages, glared fiercely at Li Ang.

Li Ang shook his head slightly: "No, I just feel sorry for you. You were so close to winning."

That's just a bit much.

Li Ang did not say the second half of his sentence.

All those years of education and guidance were for nothing.

If it were the fully-fledged Jeanne d'Arc, that would be one thing, but with Jeanne d'Arc Alter controlling a half-baked Jeanne d'Arc, there's no way she could win.

"Relax, Miss Joan Alt. Victory and defeat are common in war. You don't need to feel any pressure."

"Tch, you might just make us lose two in a row," Jeanne Alt pouted. "You're the weakest of us."