Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

The move just now used almost half of his full strength, but he was able to block it without showing any panic. This performance really made him very excited. Although this Saber's master is only a young man, his strength is almost catching up with the first-class servants. Not only is his strength, his character is also one of the best. There is really a lot to look forward to in the future.

It seems that this Holy Grail War that I have participated in is not without fun. I have met an opponent of equal strength, and I should be able to fight to my heart's content without reservation.

Hercules thought so and drew his bow again. The arrow turned into a rain of light and swept towards Ethan like a sword.

Looking at the dense light arrows in front of him, Ethan did not use flying swords or armor spells to block them. Instead, he put away the magic wand in his hand and dodged with his own body skills.

The speed can still keep up, and I can handle this attack frequency.

While dodging the last few light arrows with an extremely charming Matrix-style backbend, Ethan condensed two shining light spears in the palms of his hands. He quickly straightened his body at a speed that was not possible for humans, and used the strength of his waist and back to throw the light spears at Hercules with both hands. Then he shot out six flying swords from his side, also aiming at Hercules' vital points.

The result of this attack was quite unexpected. Hercules just turned his body slightly as if he didn't care and easily avoided all of Ethan's attacks.

Ethan couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he saw this.

Sure enough.

Like the Berserker class he was familiar with, Hercules should have the inherent skill "Mind's Eye". Although I don't know what level he can reach under the Archer class, it seems that he can easily dodge the light spears and flying swords thrown by himself.

In other words, his long-range attack methods were almost ineffective against him, but it was different on his side. If he didn't concentrate on dealing with the light arrows he shot, they would still have a high chance of hitting him.

And the damage isn't that low either.

Fortunately, he dodged all of my attacks. If these attacks hit him and accidentally killed him, the effect of the Twelve Trials would invalidate the same type of attacks, and I would be in trouble when I fight him next time.

He didn't dare to gamble whether his different ways of using ancient magical energy would be judged as the same attack by the Twelve Trials.

Ethan moved his arms for the last time, tensed his body slightly, stepped on the ground, and shot out like an arrow, and his fist with full power hit Hercules in the side.

Since long-range combat doesn't work, why not try close combat? As a master, he can see not only Mordred's data, but also other servants' panels. Hercules has A++ strength and A+ agility. How strong can he be?

"Do you want to fight in close combat?"

Hercules kept smiling as he watched Ethan running towards him. The longbow in his hand turned into a light spot and disappeared. He clenched his fists and confronted Ethan's fists wrapped in silver light.

"Oh!"

"Drink!"

Unlike the fight between Ethan and Hercules, where every move was made with great caution and purpose, the fight between Mordred and his opponents seemed much more casual.

First, a leaping strike with magic power smashed the nearest bronze knight, and the aftermath of the strike directly blew away several unlucky guys nearby. Then, another sweep swept up a circle of dust around, and the great sword with red lightning cut several nearby bronze knights in half like cutting tofu.

With the agility brought by the release of magic power, Mordred turned into a sharp afterimage and shuttled between the encirclements formed by the bronze knights. Wherever he passed, the fragments of armor flew all over the sky. The red lightning wrapped around the blade dragged out several red streamlines behind him. Along with the surging magic power, the surging lightning directly shook the tough armor into several pieces.

More often than not, the Clarent in her hand was not like a sharp sword, but more like a heavy hammer. She used her A++ strength to smash the bronze knights into pieces.

As if this was not enough, Mordred threw the sword in his hand like a big orange ball after another upward thrust. The flying Clarent stabbed directly into the neck of a bronze knight in the air, and the bronze knight fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Mordred caught the spear that was thrust at him by another bronze knight with his bare hands, and with his wrist tightly gripping the spear, he exerted force and removed the spear and the entire arm from the knight's hand.

"Yah!"

Mordred shouted excitedly as if he had obtained a rare genuine Bandai toy. He raised the stolen spear high up as if it were a stick and struck the bronze knights head-on like a whack-a-mole, dispersing them one by one.

"See? My Saber is great, right?"

Ethan, who was fighting passionately with Hercules on the other side of the battlefield, took the time to glance at Mordred who was killing everyone. A smug look was revealed on his face, and he praised his servant to Hercules.

"In the midst of a fast-paced close combat, you were able to find the time to focus on other things. It seems you still have a lot of room for improvement."

Hercules replied slowly, catching Ethan's two elbows that were aimed at his temple with his palms and pushing them to the sides.

"But this is what makes it interesting. Master Saber, among all the enemies I've fought, you can be said to be one of the best in close combat skills."

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Ethan kicked Hercules in the abdomen with a rabbit-kick, and used the force to break free from his hands and pushed them into the air. He then flipped over and landed on the lawn not far from Hercules.

As luck would have it, a piece of armor shattered by Mordred just flew to where Ethan was standing. It happened so suddenly that Ethan failed to react in time in the air, and his left foot stepped directly on the fragments. He staggered and half-knelt without standing firmly.

Old Rozier, who had been hiding behind the villa, saw Ethan's unstable figure and thought that he was at a disadvantage in the fight, so he taunted him:

"It's useless, it's useless. Hercules is the strongest Servant. Even without releasing his Noble Phantasm, his combat power is far stronger than that of your Saber whose real name is unknown, not to mention you, a mortal with flesh and blood. Whether in close combat or long-range combat, you can't defeat the invincible Hercules!"

"That's enough..."

Ethan stood up and looked at the cut on his calf caused by the armor fragments with distress. He glanced at old Rosier who was constantly raising flags for Hercules:

"You mean by being far stronger than, and gently caressing your opponent without leaving a wound like this? ...Alas, it's a pity that I spent 20 Galleons on these pants."

Immediately, his gaze turned to Hercules, who was clenching his fists and ready to attack:

"The fighting technique you just used... seems to be the same type as mine. Although the range of motion is not large, the attack is powerful and accurate."

"Yes, it's Pankrasin." Hercules smiled softly and breathed heavily. "If we weren't on the battlefield, I would be happy to exchange ideas with you."

Looking at his own Archer who was talking happily with Ethan, Old Rosier felt a surge of hatred in his heart and interrupted their conversation:

"That's enough, Archer, stop wasting time with him! Release your Noble Phantasm, break his limbs, and make him unable to jump again!"

"That's exactly what I meant, Master!"

Hercules shouted with a little excitement. The battle just now had fully aroused his fighting spirit. At this moment, he was in an extremely high state.

"Look here, Saber's Master. This is my Noble Phantasm—"

Hercules drew his fist back to his waist, and then swung it out fiercely:

"Nine Lives!"

Chapter 191 This is my attack route! (6k)

Shooting a Hundred Heads is the most trusted weapon among all the treasures that Hercules possesses. It can bring out the power of weapons or bare hands to the extreme, and can be used in various forms from fighting against people to fighting against armies, and even enough to attack cities according to the situation.

Its essence is a nine-hit combo that is launched at high speed as if all the attacks are combined. When using a bow and arrow, nine dragon-shaped tracking lasers are fired at the same time. When using a sword, it is a nine-hit combo of sword dances in an instant. When using bare hands, the fists can be swung to attack the enemy's upper arm, clavicle, trachea, temple, diaphragm, ribs, lower body and thigh at the same time, and finally a blow to the heart.

How could an ordinary person resist such a powerful attack? And what else could he resist?

However, facing the punch that was attacking like a dragon, Ethan just breathed a sigh of relief and raised his arms.

Although Shooting the Hundred Heads did not have the same guaranteed hit effect as Gayeborg's Law of Causality, it was still easy to dodge it directly, but he did not plan to do that.

In the fight with Hercules just now, he had some strange feelings. He was only a little overwhelmed by Hercules' attacks at the beginning. After getting familiar with the rhythm of his attacks, he was able to react in time, and the force of his attacks was not completely suppressed. Although such a fierce attack was not without threat to him, it was not enough to make him feel flustered and exhausted.

Perhaps this may be related to the ancient magic that strengthened his physical fitness, but he was surprised to find that as the battle just now became more and more intense, he was only concentrating on fighting Hercules, and did not subconsciously continue to use ancient magic to strengthen and protect his body. In other words, he did not receive any enhancement, and was able to fight Hercules with his pure physical fitness.

Unlike fighting wizards or exchanging fire with long-range weapons, in close combat, experienced people can easily judge how much force the opponent uses in the attack through a few exchanges, and infer the true limit of his strength. Because even if you can deliberately hold back some strength, there is no way to disguise the way your body exerts force, and it is easy to see how much force a certain way of exerting force can produce.

So Ethan could also feel that Hercules had indeed used all his strength in the previous confrontation.

When did my physical fitness become so strong?

Indeed, he usually exercises his body every day, and can feel his physical fitness constantly improving. If the person who faced Rosier's killing curse in Hogsmeade that day was him now, he should be able to easily dodge the attack of the killing curse with Alanna, and quickly get close to Rosier and punch him before he can react.

But that's just compared with ordinary people. This is Hercules!

After all, he had fought with a group of hooligans a few days ago until his fists were numb, and just now he was just trying to fight Hercules face to face. When he fought against Alanna's Spiritual Shadow before, he mostly used clever strength, and had never fought head-on like this.

He was not so arrogant as to think that he could really acquire the ability to compete with a servant of A++ level strength so quickly.

It's like you play an RPG game, you open a level 999 account and kill slimes in the Novice Village for two days, and suddenly one day the final boss goes crazy and comes to the Novice Village to kill you. So you hold the determination to delay the demon king in order to let more villagers escape, but then you find that the level demon king was stabbed by you, a Novice Village warrior, and you are heartbroken.

Is this normal?

Even if I was cheating, the speed of becoming stronger and leveling up shouldn't be so fast.

Yes, Ethan was not wrong. No matter what the circumstances, no creature could become stronger at such an exaggerated speed, and even leap evolution could not reach such a heaven-defying level.

But he missed a point.

What if this isn't getting stronger, but just being stimulated by a strong external force and gradually being able to exert the power that one already possesses?

Just like those chicken soup articles say, if you don’t push yourself, you will never know how good you are.

In any case, Ethan, who has not thought about this yet, is now eager to test the extent of his physical fitness.

So he decided to take a chance and take the attack of Hercules's Noble Phantasm head-on.

This is not being arrogant, but because even if I can't catch it, I can still teleport in time or use other means to dodge.

He has the capital to go out and surf the waves and to clean up his mess after he goes down.

clang!clang!clang!

A sound like metal clashing came from the place where the two men's limbs collided. Ethan's arms covered with white energy were like another dragon, biting the dragon transformed from Hercules' fist and blocking all of his attacks.

Hercules' last punch was aimed at his heart, and the power of this punch was more than twice that of the previous eight punches combined. Ethan also showed his full strength, bending his left palm fingers into a claw shape and thrusting forward.

boom!

The strong wind stirred up a huge cloud of dust, completely covering the figures of Ethan and Hercules.

"Master!"

All this happened in a flash. On the other side of the battlefield, Mordred had just smashed the last bronze knight, and turned around to find that her Master was hit by Hercules' Noble Phantasm at close range. So she didn't even bother to pull out Clarent, who was plugged in at the side, and hurried over to provide support.

But it was too late, the confrontation between the two was over.

A dishevelled figure flew backwards out of the smoke and dust, hit the grass hard and rolled several times before it barely stopped.

It was Ethan. In the end, he couldn't withstand Hercules' final punch.

"Hahaha, finally...what?"

Old Rozier, who was watching the game on the side, smiled as if he had gotten revenge, and the expression on his face quickly changed from OMO to O?O. However, before he could be proud for a few seconds, his expression was shocked by the situation in front of him and turned into OДO.

Ethan staggered to his feet after falling to the ground. Although his clothes were covered with dust, dirt and withered grass stems, there were no obvious signs of injury on any part of his body. No, not even the clothes he was wearing were torn.

The smoke and dust in the field dissipated, and the ground had collapsed into a huge shallow pit by the aftermath. Hercules stood in the center of the pit, panting and looking at Ethan not far away, with a myriad of thoughts running through his mind.

In the last punch just now, he did show the momentum that he could withstand it at the beginning. If he could maintain this, maybe he could really use his mortal body to withstand and kill hundreds of heads with his bare hands.

However, this situation only lasted for the first moment, after which his strength rapidly diminished and he was directly knocked out by his own fist.

It seems that he has finally reached his limit.

I have to say that he is indeed a strong opponent. Being able to achieve this level, his strength is already able to surpass most first-class servants.

"Master, are you okay?"

Mordred rushed to Ethan, supported his shaky body, and expressed his concern with some self-blame.

"Fortunately, I can hold on."

Ethan panted, letting his body lean against Mordred's armor. He also looked at Hercules not far away, and his excitement grew stronger.

I did it. With such a high punch speed and such a strong punch force, I actually took it.

The moment his outstretched palm touched Hercules' fist, he knew that he had won.

If he was not mistaken, the punches that Shoot the Hundred Heads threw should have been stronger one after another. By the time of the last punch, its strength should have been more than twice that of the previous eight punches combined.

However, he was surprisingly able to handle this kind of force. Although it was not as easy as eating or drinking, it was at most like carrying a bag of rice in one hand.

What Hercules? Just a large wooden stake!

(Jason: How dare you insult Hercules, you bastard!)

Although I was surprised at the abnormal strength of my body, now was not the time to be distracted by such things.

He didn't want the enemy to know that he had the ability to resist the treasure. If they used this strength as a reference to target him, he might not be able to break through. So after that moment of confrontation, he immediately retracted his strength and pretended to be defeated by Hercules and was hit more than ten meters away.

If you want to act, just act hard.

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Whether you believe it or not, I'm doing my best.

However, there was one thing that even Ethan himself did not notice. At the moment when he was trying to block Hercules' last weapon, a shadow that did not resemble a human appeared on his body.

Although it was only for a moment, he did display a strength and posture that was not possible for humans.

"Heh, you finally lost? Well, my Archer is the strongest after all."

Although Ethan didn't have any scars on his body, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was in a very bad condition (he was just pretending), so old Rozier planned to make a concerted effort and let Hercules take him down directly.

"Archer, it's time to end this. Kill that Saber and bring him back alive!"

[Xiao Mo? Moshi Moshi, can you hear me, Xiao Mo? ]

Ethan asked silently in his heart.

"Master, why are you so lively... Wait, are you pretending to be like this?"

Mordred was acutely aware of something and asked with a twitch in his face.

[You are so smart, you are worthy of being my Servant! ]