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"Alright, alright, let's fight with all our might."

The martial artist laughed loudly, and with a punch, the white killing aura transformed into raging golden-white lightning, like an enraged thunder dragon ravaging the sky, the earth, and the sea.

His body moved with fluid grace, transforming his palm into a fist to strike the demonic spear head-on. The terrifying shockwaves tore the earth apart like blades.

He transformed his fist into a soft palm, bypassed the demonic spear, and shattered the clouds in the sky with a single palm strike.

For a moment, it seemed like an old ape moving mountains, possessing boundless ferocity and power, with an overwhelming force capable of crushing everything in its path.

One moment it's like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sinister and cunning; the next it's like a crane soaring through the sky, its sword aura sharp and fierce...

The pecking of birds of prey, the claws and teeth of beasts...

Ever-changing!

Elegant yet deadly movements, the body rising and falling like the tides, the spearman's speed increasing, the phantoms filling the sky with more and more phantoms.

His rhythmic tides grew ever more vast, so vast that they carried the breath of the entire city into the fluid and graceful movements of his fists.

The platinum-gold killing intent grew ever more powerful, like a great sun slowly rising and illuminating the earth.

at last.

The sun shone brightly in the sky, illuminating everything, and the phantoms in the sky seemed to dissolve like dark clouds.

Clang——! !

The spearman had nowhere to dodge, and for the first time clashed with the martial artist's divine fists that could withstand a Noble Phantasm head-on.

A destructive darkness expanded, and invisible fluctuations spread out, cutting and slicing through everything around it like sharp blades.

next moment.

That fierce and unparalleled killing intent fist transformed into a gentle touch, slightly deflecting the scarlet demonic spear, and then, following the momentum, changed from a palm to a fist, striking the blue spearman's chest.

"magnetic--"

A terrifying energy surged within the spearman's body. The blue spearman's body was unmarked, but his chest suddenly swelled up considerably, as if a small nuclear weapon had exploded inside him.

The gunners emitted blinding rainbow light from their mouths and noses, reflecting like sharp swords, piercing through the sky and surrounding buildings, shooting hundreds or even thousands of meters before slowly dissipating.

"Too slow..."

The martial artist stood up, having withdrawn his fist.

The blue-armored soldier staggered back a few steps, his body hunched over, before finally collapsing to his knees. Blood and fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth, nose, and seven orifices, dissipating into specks of spiritual energy.

"Your gun isn't fast enough, your killing intent isn't resolute enough, and you're not ruthless enough. You're controlled by so-called bestiality."

The martial arts expert offered a nonchalant assessment, concluding: "Fancy and meaningless."

slow?

Within the field of view.

In just a short time, more than 200 million people were gathered, and the number is rapidly approaching 300 million. People all over the world are stunned.

No, you mean the blue spearmen are slow?

Looking at the clouds that were still divided by the azure lightning that the spearmen had transformed into, and which had not yet healed, they had no idea how that word came out of the martial artist's mouth.

If this is slow... what are their human weapons worth?

A snail?

Just moments ago, as the spearmen accelerated, they genuinely thought the enemy was about to catch up with the light.

And there are also fancy and flashy things...

Ah... never mind, you're the boss, you decide.

At this moment, the voices of millions upon millions of people from Rosser's perspective were completely insignificant.

Most people now consider this a newly released Servant.

After all, wasn't it said that Saber hadn't been summoned yet?

That's so fitting! It perfectly matches their imagination of the strongest class.

It's so powerful that it's comprehensive, so powerful that it's elegant, so powerful that it's outrageous! It has completely ignited the passion of countless people for martial arts.

It seems that while his magic is impressive, his physical skills are also quite good.

As for the Servant's combat strength...

Well, there's not much else to say. Just talking about speed, let alone a spearman, even a Red Archer's speed is enough to crush all of humanity.

The extent of their destructive power is currently unknown, as it's mostly just a physical exchange of blows, merely the aftermath of the conflict.

.....

"Impossible, I'm definitely faster than you."

The blue spearman struggled to his feet, not so much out of resentment, but rather confusion.

As a hero from the Moon World, he's always been able to let go easily, as long as he's not ordered to commit suicide...

Right now, I'm just confused.

Even though it's much faster, fast enough to almost exist in the entire sky at the same time, why can't it hit the opponent?

He quickly realized: "No, you foresaw my attack."

"madness!"

The martial artist said calmly, "It's just foresight. Don't you, that little girl in red, and even most heroes, including yourself, possess it? It's the intuition honed through countless trials and tribulations, the insight that the cicada senses before the autumn wind blows."

It's nothing serious, it's just that your intentions are too obvious, so obvious that they seem to be written all over your face.

In the past, one could rely on speed, so even if the opponent sensed it, they couldn't dodge it.

But when facing a truly strong opponent...

The martial artist looked down with pity: "Seltanda, you have only ever been using your innate talent."

"Your foolishness is not about taking advantage of your strengths, and it's not a big deal."

He sighed, "It's because you relied on your talent to wreak havoc, but you didn't realize it, and you didn't really concentrate on one point to reach the pinnacle, which resulted in you not being fast enough, far from fast enough."

"You are the son of light, so you have never thought of transcending light, have you?"

Skills and marksmanship are no big deal.

If only Cú Chulainn could concentrate his strengths and maximize them...

Absolute speed is absolute power, absolute strength.

Rather than merely B-level strength and A-level agility...

(Here, Agility is not the same as Speed; it's more like Dexterity.)

"Wait, something's off about his tone?"

Within the field of view.

Many people noticed that the tone was a bit off; although the expression was cold and hard, it conveyed a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"...Why does it feel like my dad is scolding me?"

"It's like the feeling of our teachers gritting their teeth."

"I've told you so many times, this is Matou Hakurei! Trust me!"

"Bullshit, isn't Matou Hakurei human? How could this guy be human?"

"Wait a minute, isn't Matou Hakurei also blue-haired?"

"What do you want to say?"

......

"Who the hell are you!"

The blue-skinned spearman, whose internal organs had nearly been evaporated, clearly sensed something was wrong and demanded an explanation.

"Didn't I say? Rothero's supernatural powers are nothing more than those of a mere Servant,"

The martial artist said calmly.

“luo...”

The spearman's crimson pupils suddenly contracted.

The pronunciation of "luo" in Germanic languages, especially in Northern Europe, symbolizes a gift or bestowal.

In Celtic languages, it symbolizes light and brilliance.

The direct reference is to Luger, the Celtic god-king.

He killed the God-King Balor, who possessed the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, and became the second-generation God-King, the God-King of Light.

And Ser.....

As is well known, European culture has a long tradition of using the names of heroic ancestors as surnames in given names.

That is, Cú Chulainn, whose original name was Sertanda, should actually be Sertanda.

Ser is the surname.

He had just sensed a faint, familiar divine aura.

Ah this...

Cú Chulainn, this brave and fearless warrior, almost buckled at the knees and blurted out in a trembling voice, "Father, you're not dead!"

Although he was actually born from the womb of the god-king Luger, who borrowed the womb of his wife in Surtem.

It wasn't a physical union or anything like that; it was probably formed from a drop of blood or a single hair.

Moreover, he was raised by Sultem.

But he's still my biological father, no matter what... ah... oh...

Cú Chulainn, the brave and fearless warrior, was now in a panic. Finally, he made a snap decision and was about to launch a family reunion.

"Stop...wait...no, I don't know what you're thinking, but that's definitely not it."

Rother quickly spoke up: "I do have some connection with that god-king, but it's definitely not him."

He certainly doesn't want to adopt a son out of wedlock.

Dude, I'm still a virgin today.

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Rosser was resolute.

Cú Chulainn also wavered somewhat.

Could it be that he really isn't my biological father?

But something's not right. This familiar divinity, this special and vast divine nature, is exactly the same as his biological father's.

Although he was raised by his adoptive father and didn't have much of an impression of his biological father, his divine nature wouldn't mistake him.

As for the bloody scene in the mental landscape, isn't that obviously a war maniac? Doesn't that fit the image of his biological father, the God of Light?

Sorry, his father's divine sword Fragarach, which translates to "Sword of the God of War," was also associated with the god of war.

The sword wielded by his Master Curaçao is a Noble Phantasm that embodies the vengeful side of the divine sword Fragrak.

Its full name is: The Sword of the God of War that arrives against the light and tears apart cause and effect.

In fact.

His historical bloodthirstiness and lust for war can only be attributed to his bloodline... His father, oh no, this god himself, would only be more bloodthirsty and war-crazed.

And haven't you heard that the Asura Path is just one of the six paths of the opponent?

Could it be that the Six Paths correspond to his father's six divine attributes?

The celestial beings correspond to light and the sun, the Asura realm to war? And some forest gods correspond to the animal realm, while punishment gods correspond to hell, and so on?

It’s correct. All of them are correct.

Cú Chulainn's gaze gradually hardened, his arrogance and wildness subsided, and his eyes began to soften with a hint of tenderness as he looked at Rother. His voice trembled slightly as he finally uttered that one word.