"Yes, bro. Daytime is not the place for the Holy Grail War to begin. Won't you let your Servant become a spirit?" This is a customary practice in the Holy Grail War. In order to allow it to be conducted in secret, the Holy Grail War usually takes place at night. In order to better conceal one's tracks. The most intuitive manifestation is that when residents wake up, they find that there is a gas leak in xx place. Anyway, they didn't see it with their own eyes, so any method would be fine as long as they could cover their tracks. I don’t know how they could sleep peacefully with such a deafening noise. Chapter 116: Sudden Fight "Walking down the street with a Servant like this will make it easy for the enemy to get a lot of information." The man who looked fierce warned Emiya Shirou. Although he probably had no right to blame Emiya Shirou, after all, just now, he and his servants had just walked on the street without any intention of hiding their whereabouts.
Even if he was being watched by a familiar, he had no intention of doing anything. until-- "Master, I sense a familiar aura, it should be an enemy servant." His servant's expression instantly became serious, and before he could react, he quickly transformed into a spirit body. "What a wayward servant." He was still able to mutter to himself and take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it up. Just as he was lighting a cigarette, he saw standing in front of him in the crowd: a man with blond hair as dazzling as a knight and a boy with red and white hair and only one arm. As his body gradually recovered, Emiya's hair gradually changed from white to red. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before Emiya's hair would return to its original color. This also made him feel relieved. At least when he returned, he wouldn't have to explain the problem of his hair color to Sister Fuji. Otherwise, if Fuji-sister thinks that he dyed his hair, then Emiya will definitely not have peace. But he seemed to have forgotten that the most difficult thing to explain was not his hair color, but his right arm that had been blown into powder. "drink--!" A low growl sounded from Arthur's right. What was also transmitted along with it was an extremely powerful hurricane mixed with an unrivaled momentum. Behind this strong wind is a kick with terrifying power. "boom--!" At the critical moment, Arthur raised his right arm to block such an extremely fast attack. A circle of powerful air vibrations erupted at the point where the two collided. The powerful impact directly knocked Emiya Shirou and the fierce-looking man who were standing nearby away, and they fell to the ground nearby.
Arthur also took a few steps back as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. "Not bad!" An extremely dashing voice came from Arthur's side. The residents around were so surprised by such a short and intense conflict that they forgot to scream and just stood there in a daze. The powerful sonic boom even caused tinnitus in their ears. And Emiya, who was lying on the ground, also saw what kind of person was the one who suddenly attacked him. She was a woman wearing a coat, jeans and a golden ponytail. She was smiling very excitedly, and seemed to be very satisfied with Arthur's strength. Emiya had long ago transferred the provision of magic power to Arthur to the androids of Yugdomilenia. After all, magic was an area he was not good at, and his own magic power was simply not enough to support his servant to complete a battle. And according to the explanations of those androids, the magic power is borne by most of them together, and there will be no adverse effects in providing magic power to the servants. Emiya agreed to transfer the supply of magic power to the androids. Of course, Emiya didn't know that those people were androids. I just thought it was a position similar to that of a servant in the castle. It's just that Emiya was surprised that almost everyone here knew magic. This also directly raises Arthur's basic stats to a higher level. Class: Saber Attributes: Order and Good Ability Value———— Strength: A Durability: A+ Agility: B Magic: A Lucky: B Noble Phantasm: C (EX) "What's the situation with your Servant?!" Emiya Shirou, who fell to the ground, loudly questioned the man who flew backwards with him. What should we do if someone attacks people in the city over a disagreement and hurts innocent people? And this also violates the rules of the Holy Grail War, fighting is not allowed during the day. Emiya got up nervously and quickly rushed towards the crowd around him, trying to drive them away.
But the people here would never listen to Shirou Emiya's advice. For such an intense real-life battle, their choice would of course be to find a good viewing position. After all, the two people fighting did not take out their weapons, it was just a fistfight. When it comes to street fights, you should just watch the show or call the police instead of trying to stop them. Watching the horrific collision between the two men, the onlookers felt that it was not something they could stop. So they very consciously retreated to leave some fighting space for Arthur and the unknown servant. "Don't worry too much. My Servant and your Servant probably didn't use their full strength. They were just testing each other. I still know the rules of the Holy Grail War, and I won't let my Servant cause great damage." He patted Shirou Emiya's shoulder to comfort him. He hadn't seen such an upright boy for a long time. However, there was an absolute lie in his words. If his Servant really intended to fight the enemy Servant in the daytime, he would never stop it. At this moment, the unknown servant seemed to use every part of his body as a fighting skill, and like a wild beast, he attacked Arthur continuously and extremely quickly. This was a completely unsystematic way of fighting, and Emiya, who was standing aside and watching, felt waves of anxiety in his heart. If he were to collide head-on with it, there might be no way to counter it. Emiya had no way of predicting what her next attack would be, or from which direction the next blow would come. Her fighting style is similar to Esdeath's, but completely different from hers. To use an analogy, Esdeath is more like someone who has summed up a set of fighting methods that suits her from constant fighting. This servant seems to have emerged naturally from the constant fighting, following his own ideas and fighting style purely for survival and killing. On the one hand, it is a skill formed by summarizing one's own battles and making continuous improvements. The other side has never made any summary, but just fights however they want. Even though there is a way of fighting, it is generally not fixed. There is no difference between the two, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Because the above is a summary of skills, victory can be achieved more quickly and can greatly improve combat capabilities, but like other combat skills, there is a possibility of being seen through when the strength gap is not big. From the beginning to the end, the learning and organization of skills are based on instinct, without any summary or conclusion. There will be many fighting methods with big loopholes, but it is flexible and changeable, making it difficult for the enemy to predict what kind of attack will be next. It's not that Emiya can't obtain her skills through projection, but even if Emiya obtains her skills, he can't judge her attack methods when facing her. Chapter 117 Mordred Arthur's battle with the unknown Servant continued. Punches and kicks kept brushing past Arthur's body, and the disorganized fighting style also made Arthur feel a little troubled. But that was all. His pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly found the flaw of this servant. He stretched out his hand extremely quickly, suddenly grabbed the kick in the air, and moved towards her extremely quickly. Although their job title is Saber, it does not mean that they have lost their weapons and are unable to engage in close combat. "What a powerful force!"
The Servant whose foot was suddenly grabbed frowned. She had expected that the power of the Servant in front of her was greater than hers. Otherwise, it would be impossible for my kick to only make the opponent retreat a few steps. If it were any other servant, they would have been kicked into the wall long ago. But at this moment she didn't feel panic at all. While being caught, she actually caught Arthur as well. She was extremely annoyed that he always managed to dodge her attacks. Rather than a contest of skills, she prefers the thrill of punching flesh. Arthur came forward, swung his fist and attacked her directly in the face. The unknown servant smiled slightly. She could fully sense the trajectory of Arthur's fist, and at this moment she also swung her fist to attack his chin from below. When he was about to hit me in the face, I only needed to slightly turn my head and he would only brush my cheek, while I could knock him away with one punch. But I have a sense that such an attack can never hit me. "Hmph! I win!" The smile on her lips became even more intense. The terrifying gust of wind drove the surrounding air, gathered under Arthur, and rushed towards his chin at an extremely alarming speed. And things seemed to be just as she expected, the fist approached her face at an extremely fast speed. "Just hide away—" Her head suddenly turned to the side without any thought, and she didn't even know which direction she was dodging. "call--!" The strong wind blew her hair directly, and her fist that was waving upwards suddenly stopped and paused in front of Arthur's chest. The pupils suddenly contracted. "How can it be!" In front of her was an extremely huge fist placed in front of her. If he continued to swing, I would be sent flying backwards before I could hit his chin, and there would be no way I could touch him. How on earth did he determine the direction in which he would dodge? You know, even she herself didn't know which direction her head would dodge. However, losing is losing. She is not so unable to afford to lose. She will definitely win it back after losing. It was just a sparring match, so she didn't care about the servant holding back. It would be better to say that if he really knocked her away with one punch, then she would not care about the Holy Grail or not, and would just kill him first. "Qi! I lose this time! Which knight are you? I don't remember anyone as powerful as you among the Knights of the Round Table!" She put her hands down, very reluctantly admitting her defeat in this confrontation. She felt a very familiar aura from Arthur, but she didn't know what it was. Perhaps he was one of the Knights of the Round Table.
But after seeing his appearance, I didn't remember there was such a person among the Knights of the Round Table. [Perhaps he is a knight whose strength is not outstanding] With this thought in mind, she rushed forward, but unexpectedly the car flipped over. "Knights of the Round Table? Are you a Knight of the Round Table?" At this time, it was Arthur who began to feel confused. In his memory, she did not exist among the Knights of the Round Table.