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"Keep your little schemes to yourself, Qian."

The king glanced at her indifferently, then vanished into countless golden particles.

Akane Minagawa showed no fear, only chuckled softly.

"It seems even the oldest hero-king has something he fears. Oh, no, not fear, but..."

It's probably similar to how ordinary people are afraid of having their dark history or browsing history exposed.

At this time.

Again, azure particles began to converge, forming a handsome young man carrying a demonic spear:

"Oh, you vile woman, a Servant is brazenly emitting her aura, challenging you to a fight."

“Now, I am your master, am I not? Cú Chulainn, son of the Irish god-king.”

Akane Minagawa smiled and looked at him.

"Hey hey hey, so what?"

The blue Lancer raises an eyebrow.

The priest, dressed as a woman, smiled even more brightly: "There's no reason not to respond. Shall we go, Lancer?"

"I can't ask for it!"

The blue-armored soldier revealed a bloodthirsty and wild smile, his crimson magic spear swirling in his hand, like a predator eager to hunt down its prey.

Cú Chulainn, whose original name was Settanta, was the son of Lugo, the sun god king.

In Irish mythology, Lugh is considered the supreme god, a combination of Hermes, Apollo, and Zeus.

Cú Chulainn's position in Irish mythology is equivalent to that of Hercules in Greek mythology.

If the summoning location is in their homeland, they will also become the top-tier Servants.

Even now, they are still top-tier Servants. Compared to the monster class, what they lack is only the "trump card" or "privilege" to reach the very top.

There's really no way around it.

It's because Irish mythology isn't well-known.

......

now.

"Is this really going to work? Ni-chan, you can't fool anyone with this, can you?"

A quiet school district.

In the shadow of the buildings on one side of the sports field.

Kurumi whispered, "The difference between the aura of a Servant and a human is quite significant, isn't it? Also, you really don't know magic?"

The road ahead.

Under the dim streetlights, a tall man, resembling a grandmaster, transmitted his voice in secret:

"Well, it's just some basic martial arts techniques. Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Thanks, but magic is enough for me. What about your physique?"

The man snorted coldly: "It's just a change of body, adjusting the dominance of one's own genes."

Even a novice martial artist could achieve the ability to heal from a single drop of blood with a single, seemingly insignificant punch, displaying countless variations. You're just too lazy.

"Rebirth from a drop of blood? Ever-changing? On behalf of all novice martial artists, thank you, Nii-chan~"

Kurumi complained.

This is completely unrelated to martial arts; it's more like the content of fantasy novels!

"Clothes? Clothes? Are they also part of martial arts?"

"Oh, no, this is called Moon Spirit Essence Liquid. It's a magical artifact a gift from a friend. I really miss it~"

The man sighed.

But Kurumi silently complained to herself.

Does your friend know that you are his/her friend?

They probably beat the person to death and then made him "gift" it to them, right?

Anyway, even the dead won't object.

"coming!"

The man's voice changed instantly, becoming solemn and imposing, that of a powerful and domineering martial artist.

Kurumi tensed up and quietly hid even further away in the shadows.

Because she got too close to the Servant, several of her clones were killed.

......

"Is this the follower who challenged all sides? Is he a martial artist from China? I can't tell his identity at all."

The voice of Shoko Tohsaka reached the ears of the red-clad female hero who glided down from the sky.

"Ugh... They've already stepped forward so openly, why don't they just reveal their identities?"

And then there's the berserker, Saber? Lancer? Or the assassin?

They weren't carrying any weapons; you couldn't tell at all.

However, if it were Li Shuwen, he would most likely be suited to the Assassin, Lancer, or Berserker classes.

In Japan, Li Shuwen is one of the more famous figures in modern times.

He paid no attention to the magic communication whispered in his ear.

The red-clad heroic spirit, appearing as if by teleportation, waved his hand, and the extremely destructive airburst tunnel caused by the high speed vanished without a trace.

Like a feather, it gently landed on the other side of the road.

Under the dim yellow streetlights.

"We've been waiting for you, unknown Servant."

A traditional Chinese robe hung naturally, and his tall and imposing figure seemed to reach the sky. He slowly turned around, and beneath his red, tousled hair, his deep, ocean-like eyes looked down as if he were looking at the challengers who would come after him.

"I, Lor'the Lord of Rhodes, manifest here in the form of Saber."

He was like a mountain, and you could tell he was a boss just by his aura.

The red-clad female Heroic Spirit took two steps forward, her pupils slightly contracting. She didn't take a third step, and chuckled, "Inviting us to a battle, yet setting up a barrier first is not up to your stature, is it? A Servant who dares to challenge heroes."

Yes.

Although on the surface it seems no different from reality.

In fact, the area surrounding those lofty martial artists no longer belongs to the realm of reality.

It was an inherent barrier that seemed to surge like a sea of ​​blood, sweeping away everything.

As a fellow holder of a unique barrier, she couldn't be mistaken.

It may seem to cover only an area the size of a few basketball courts, but once you step inside, you will fall into a world of carnage and bloodshed.

"Inherent barrier?"

The martial artist said, puzzled, "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're referring to the field of will that naturally overflows around me..."

So....."

He shook his head: "You should leave. You're probably not the kind of person I'm waiting for to fight."

Naturally dissipated?

Willpower field?

What are you talking about?

Red A looks at you like, "Are you kidding me?"

That's too arrogant, too disrespectful of others.

However, the so-called inherent barrier is indeed a product of the mental landscape eroding reality.

You could say it's a field of willpower, which is true, but what about natural overflow?

"Don't you understand...youngster?"

The martial artist's sharp gaze seemed to see through something as he calmly said, "Your so-called 'natural boundary' is probably a product of countless trials, countless pains, and countless hellish despairs, ultimately leading to the sublimation of your soul. It's a reflection of your inner world. So..."

He looked at Red A strangely: "Why didn't you think of taking the initiative to experience and hone your skills to achieve a spiritual and mental elevation?"

Actively honing one's skills?

Red A's lips twitched slightly, and he said helplessly, "Saber, let's just say you're Saber. Humans pursue strength and control because they want to protect what they cherish, not for the sake of being strong."

"A bunch of nonsense."

The martial artist said calmly, "Evolution is the manifestation of life's instincts, while control is the manifestation of life's fears."

The so-called martial arts are derived from this, and are a state of mind.

Forge a powerful mind, take control of your own flesh and blood, the particles that make you up, and everything about yourself; be ever-changing and reborn from the ashes.

Adapt to any environment, no longer fearful, no longer confused.

The pursuit of power is instinctive, it needs no reason. Forget it, let's judge right and wrong by life and death; those who stand are naturally right.

Obviously.

The martial artist didn't believe he could persuade a Heroic Spirit, so he chose... to kill her.

By simply killing those who disagree, one can clearly be the only one who is right.

In an instant.

Shocking.

The moment his killing intent was revealed, his previously dormant mental field, or rather, his inherent barrier, shot up into the sky like a million volcanoes roaring, expanding rapidly as if hell were devouring the world, swallowing up all the surrounding buildings, badminton courts, spectator stadiums, and even football fields.

Even the climate changed as a result, with temperatures plummeting and the sky darkening as clouds gathered.

"Hey, old man, I'm just a third-rate servant, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

Red A pleaded for mercy, but his crimson eyes gleamed with excitement. Wielding his black and white twin swords, he vanished in a flash, retreating outside the bounded field of his protective barrier...

next moment.

She looked stunned.

The red-haired martial artist in the distance had vanished without a blast of energy or a boiling current; he seemed to have merged into the air.

not good!

She was startled, sensing a terrifying killing intent erupting behind her.

Without saying a word or turning his head, he twisted his waist and hips, unleashing a burst of power that caused the road surface several meters around him to sink and crack layer by layer under terrifying invisible pressure.

And she soared into the sky at the critical moment.

"This is the Shock Fist!"

The deep voice then slowly reached us.

The martial artist was too fast; his speed far exceeded the range of sound.

At that moment, the punch missed its mark, and the fist made contact with the ground.

moment.

The world lost its voice.

A beam of light, defying color definition, erupted from the point of impact. It was not a flame, but a plasma formed from instantly vaporized rock, steel, and air.

The terrifying energy had nowhere to go but to expand wildly upwards and outwards.

Dozens of tons of reinforced concrete evaporated instantly, the cement road surface looked as if it had been bitten by a giant monster, and a giant lava crater that could fit a single-family house and emitted incandescent light was formed in an instant.

Then, true destruction came.

As the earth around the lava crater churned like waves.