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"What are you filming for? No matter how much you film, it won't change the fact that I'll stop at nothing. Fair and square methods are outdated, and you still dare to film? Do you know that my Bajiquan is a family tradition? Do you want to fight me? Believe me, I can beat you so badly that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you!" Rin Tohsaka was like a furious lioness.

Archer looked at Rin Tohsaka with a doting expression.

Rin, even when she's throwing a tantrum, is still quite adorable.

"Next is the grouping. I've already divided the groups. Xiao Hei, Artoria, Medusa, and Medea, the four of you are in one group. The remaining four are in another group."

"Wait a minute, this grouping looks really weird, doesn't it? Beach tennis is a physical sport, right? Shouldn't the strength be evenly distributed? Why are all the girls on our side? I protest!" Medea shouted.

"Protest denied." Kirei Kotomine refused expressionlessly.

This will make the program more effective, increase viewership, and attract more attention to the church, leading to more donations.

Do you know how much effort I've put into managing the church's finances? Do you know?

Yamabuki Hanajin turned around stiffly, looking at her good teammates.

A blind woman, a foodie, a sports idiot, and a minor girl...

Look at the opposing team's lineup: Berserker, Great Hero Cú Chulainn, Ancient King Gilgamesh, and Red Archer.

What about the matchmaking system? Please fix the matchmaking system!

"I'll reluctantly participate in this game. It's quite cute to see these girls crawling and rolling around on the ground," Gilgamesh said happily.

Medea's tears flowed uncontrollably: "Lord Kuzuki Souichirou, I definitely won't be able to leave the arena alive."

Yamabuki Hanajin took a deep breath: "Don't give up, we still have the Knight King on our side. Maybe the Knight King can lead us to turn the tide. By the way, what are the rules of beach tennis?"

Kirei Kotomine looked at the girls expressionlessly: "No rules."

Chapter 689 (Main Text 690) The Most Brutal Tennis Match in History

Yes, this is a feast without rules.

They'll stop at nothing; as long as they get the ball into the enemy's territory, they score.

"All athletes, please change into your sports uniforms. I've prepared some very cute little dresses for you all," Ilya said with a smile.

And so, both sides changed into their sports uniforms.

Medea kept tugging at her skirt, looking embarrassed: "Isn't this skirt too short? It'll be easy to expose myself if I move even slightly."

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. The way of chivalry knows no gender." Artoria leaned on her tennis racket with both hands.

Is that a tennis racket? That's clearly a holy sword!

“The rules are in our favor, maybe we can win.” Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly clenched her little fist.

The girls all stared at Yamabuki Hanajin, wondering what she meant by those words.

"Haven't you realized yet? The so-called 'no rules' means that any means are acceptable, even unleashing Noble Phantasms is fine, right?" Yamabuki Hanajin laughed.

Everyone suddenly realized that if they unleashed their Noble Phantasms, they might be able to win.

"The Berserker looks the strongest, but he's actually the weakest. He doesn't have any ranged attacks, so we can just stand here and keep wearing him down. Even the great heroes of Greek mythology couldn't withstand our four attacks in turn, right?" Yamabuki Hanajin looked at her three best friends smugly.

"It's settled then." Medea happily cupped her cheeks. Could they win? Yes, they would.

Little did they know, the other side had the same idea: if you can unleash your Noble Phantasms, so can we. And most importantly, we have Gilgamesh on our side!

His Royal Treasury contains the prototypes of all the Noble Phantasms in the world. Do you know what that means?

And so, the greatest beach tennis tournament in history officially began.

The two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows, staring intently at each other. At this moment, there was no difference between men and women; it was all about life and death, success and failure.

That's the chance to fulfill any wish! The Holy Grail is mine.

"Serve, Medea!" Kirei Kotomine gave the order, and Medea swung the tennis ball over.

However, at that very moment, a huge axe flew towards Medea's face, almost touching her forehead. Just then, a holy sword pierced through from the side, knocking the giant axe away.

"You guys actually launched a sneak attack! You're not knights at all!" Artoria shouted at the Berserker, but the Berserker was completely oblivious to why his teammates told him to throw the axe. He just did what his teammates told him to do.

The brutal Holy Grail War began. Yamabuki Hanajin immediately projected countless Noble Phantasms to distract the enemy's vision, and countless swords, spears, and halberds flew towards the enemy's camp.

Red A frowned deeply: "Why do you know my magic? Is there some special connection between us? Could it be that you're here for your future daughter! Call me Daddy!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, do you believe I'll chop you into eight pieces?" Yamabuki Hanajin bared her teeth, like an angry cat.

Although Red A had the upper hand verbally, his hands were not slow at all. He believed that he would not lose to anyone in the world when it came to projection magic.

Countless swords, spears, and halberds clashed together in mid-air, emitting bursts of sparks.

Medea stood there helplessly. "You can all cast spells instantly, but I'm a mage. I need to cast a spell. Can you give me some time to cast?"

Just as Yamabuki Hanajin and Archer were exchanging Noble Phantasms, the tennis ball flew out from a very tricky angle and was about to land at Gilgamesh's feet.

"King of Heroes! Catch the ball! Cú Chulainn!" he shouted.

Gilgamesh held his face and said, "No one in this world can command me, especially you."

So, that's your reason for standing on the streetlight? And why would there be a streetlight on a tennis court?! I completely don't understand!

With the tennis ball about to hit the ground, Cú Chulainn made a last-ditch effort to turn the tide: "Spear that pierces the deadly thorns! The spear will surely strike!"

The Death Thorn Spear caught the tennis ball that was about to hit the ground steadily. Cú Chulainn laughed and flicked the Death Thorn Spear with force, sending the tennis ball flying.

"Damn it, I forgot he had another trick up his sleeve! The ball is coming towards us, quick, think of something!" Yamabuki Hanajin shouted, "Knight King, hurry!"

"I don't have time!" Artoria said seriously.

"You haven't done anything right now, so why don't you have time?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked, puzzled.

Artoria stared at Gilgamesh: "This is a contest of wills; whoever moves first loses. I, the King, cannot lose!"

Are you two kids? Is this some kind of challenge where whoever touches something has to treat everyone? Why are you so competitive in this weird place?

Just as the tennis ball was about to fall to the ground, Medea suddenly caught it gently, and alas, the ball flew up.

"Medea! Medea! You have surpassed your own mythology! Medea, from this day forward you are my god! Projection! Sword in the Stone!" Yamabuki Hanajin raised the Sword in the Stone in his hand.

Archer also projected the exact same Noble Phantasm: "In this world, even counterfeits have different levels of quality. Let the world see who is the more expensive counterfeit!"

Sword in the Stone VS Sword in the Stone.

Medusa muttered under her breath, "Are you two okay with being stabbed in the projection stone? King Arthur is right next to us."

King Arthur is currently busy with a battle of wills with the King of Heroes and has no time to deal with so many other things.

Ilya, standing offstage, whispered, "Shouldn't we tell them to tone it down a bit? I have a feeling things are going to get complicated if this continues."

Next to him, Kirei Kotomine was rapidly calculating the venue's repair costs, tears of despair streaming down his face as he did so. Bankruptcy! The church was bankrupt!

Seeing that no one was catching the ball flying towards him, the berserker rushed forward, raised his arm which was twisted due to excess muscle, and exerted force in an instant.

Medea, who was directly opposite, felt a surge of energy coming towards her. She saw Styx's father and brother waving at her.

"Lord Soichiro, I'm afraid this is the end for me. Farewell! If I have an afterlife, I hope to become a melee mage." Medea clasped her hands together and made her last wish.

That's Hercules, the berserker! That ball travels at about the speed of an intercontinental ballistic missile—who can catch it?!

Just when Medea thought she was doomed, a bright light burst forth from behind her. It turned out that Medusa had unleashed her Noble Phantasm at the most crucial moment.

"Noble Phantasm, the Reins of Heroic Spirits!"

The white Pegasus was summoned, and Medusa forcefully blocked the Berserker's tennis ball with her Noble Phantasm, then flew into the sky with the tennis ball, turning into a dazzling star.

Everyone stared at the stars in the sky, and suddenly realized something.

Now that tennis is gone, can we finally play freely?

"The Sword of Promised Victory!"

"The star that opened up the sky and the earth!"

Unlimited Blade Works!

"My incantation is complete. Now receive the baptism of the magical cannons!"

Chapter 690 (Main Text 691) Eating, Sleeping, and Fighting Cú Chulainn

When had the residents of Fuyuki City ever seen such a spectacular scene? All sorts of terrifying magic filled the sky, and Noble Phantasms that people would never see in their entire lives were being unleashed at will.

The eight heroic spirits fought fiercely, but in the end, they didn't know where the tennis ball had gone. The heroic spirits lay on the ground, looking at the clouds in the sky and sighing.

“So happy!”

The scene was now a complete mess. Artoria turned to look at Shirou Emiya, who was lying in the ruins after being caught in the battle: "Shirou, I'm hungry."

Kirei Kotomine lay on a chair, staring at the sky with a look of utter despair. The budget was gone, and he figured he might as well quit his job and sell tofu.

Ilya looked at Kirei Kotomine, who was unable to continue, and coughed lightly: "Because the situation on the scene is too chaotic, this game is hereby declared invalid by this referee."

The heroic spirits all wore resolute expressions. No matter how difficult the situation ahead, they were determined to persevere. After all, it was the Holy Grail that could grant any wish.

Ilya smiled and looked at everyone: "After two games in a row, I think everyone is tired. How about we play a little game to relax?"

Cú Chulainn dusted himself off and stood up: "It should have been done a long time ago. Tell me, what little game? I'll play along to the end."

Ilya cutely raised her hand: "The game is called The Death of Cú Chulainn!"

Cú Chulainn's arrogant expression froze instantly. "What's the name of this game?" he asked. "I think I heard something incredible. Can I not participate?"

Ilya, holding the microphone, announced loudly: "Do you all know who Cú Chulainn is? You think he's a great hero of Ireland? Wrong. In reality, he's the unluckiest spearman in the world, bar none. So, to prevent Cú Chulainn from passing on his bad luck to others, let's all kill him with all our might! The winner gets to eat his fill at a five-star buffet restaurant."

Qiu Lin laughed. "Who do you think these people are? Those who can participate in this Holy Grail War are either kings, heroes, or witches and gods from mythology."

How could these people possibly hunt me down for a meal? Aren't you underestimating these heroic spirits?

boom!!!!"

An extremely powerful magical force erupted from behind Cú Chulainn, instantly freezing his relaxed expression. He slowly turned around and saw Artoria radiating a despair-inducing magical power.

"Shirou! I'm hungry. I try to eat less every day, after all, Shirou's financial situation isn't that great. I'm definitely going to take this all-you-can-eat five-star buffet!" Artoria drew her holy sword.

"Wait! Wait! You're the King of Knights, right? Why would you fight me to the death over a meal? It makes no sense at all." Cú Chulainn was explaining when he suddenly realized that it wasn't just Artoria staring at him; everyone was staring intently at him.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Cú Chulainn couldn't help but stare at the crowd.

“This kind of thing is definitely boring if you do it alone, but it will definitely become a lot of fun if everyone does it together.” Yamabuki Hanajin was sharpening her knife. “Besides, I’m hungry too.”

Ilya pointed at the big dog: "Basaka, I also want to go to a five-star restaurant for a buffet. Help me get the meal voucher back."

Rin Tohsaka smiled and said to her Servant, "Red Archer, good luck."

Red A looked at Rin Tohsaka with a helpless yet indulgent smile: "I understand, don't worry."

"You bunch of bastards, stop showing off your love here! You just want a meal, but I'm risking my life! Do you have any humanity at all?" Cú Chulainn yelled.

"I am one-third god and two-thirds god, so of course I don't need anything like humanity. All the treasures in this world belong to me, and the meal tickets are naturally mine too." Gilgamesh laughed wildly.

"He's clearly a rich man, yet he's so petty!" Cú Chulainn roared.

Gilgamesh said smugly, "Even if I possessed all the wealth in the world, I wouldn't give you a single penny. Forget about it!"

Looking at these menacing Heroic Spirits, all Cu Chulainn could do was retreat step by step, until he bumped into his Master, Kirei Kotomine.

"What grudge do we hold against each other? Why are you trying to harm me like this?" Cú Chulainn yelled, grabbing Kirei Kotomine by the neck.

Kirei Kotomine laughed heartily: "To evade taxes."

"What?"

"Do you know how much tax the church pays every year? If so many people go out for a buffet together, and it's all on public funds, I can find a way to deduct a large sum of money from it. This money is tax-free. Young man, you still have a lot to learn." Kirei Kotomine said with a serious expression.

Cú Chulainn was disillusioned with the world; indeed, the world had gone mad and become unrecognizable to him.

Isn't this illegal? Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?

"Cú Chulainn, for the sake of the church's tax evasion business, I'm asking you to sacrifice yourself. Heh!"

"What was with that last sneer? I'm not playing anymore! I want to go home!" Cú Chulainn yelled.

However, nobody in this world cares about Cú Chulainn's life or death; the Servants and Masters are closing in step by step.

"The thought of enjoying a luxurious candlelight dinner with Lord Soichiro makes me incredibly excited. Come here and let me stab you!"

"Shirou, I'm hungry. I want to eat my fill."

"Rin, do you want to go out for a late-night snack tonight? It's on me."

It's madness, the whole world has gone mad. Cú Chulainn has to escape, escape from this cannibalistic world.

I cannot die here. I must seize the Holy Grail, become the victor of this Holy Grail War, and then fulfill my dream.

But the group behind them had already pounced on him like zombies. Cú Chulainn looked at this incredibly dark world and vowed to fight his way to dawn.