If Saber's physical abilities had previously been slightly inferior to the Black Knight's, then now, strengthened by three Command Spells, her Spirit Core Limit had surpassed his by a fraction.
However, in terms of martial skill, Saber still fell slightly short of the Black Knight.
At this moment, the clash between the two Heroic Spirits was less a battle than a dance of swords.
Black and gold blades intertwined and flashed, like streams of dancing light blooming into beautiful radiance.
Because their swordsmanship came from the same source, they knew each other's next move perfectly.
Neither side deliberately changed their techniques, nor did they intentionally evade. The clash of sword against sword was the finest response they could offer one another.
Clang, clang—the sound of metal colliding rang through the abandoned industrial park like a fast-paced, impassioned symphony.
This was a stage of strength and skill, a place where technique and spirit converged.
"Lancelot, again!"
Saber's heart surged with excitement. Gripping the Holy Sword with both hands, she brought it down with all the strength that surpassed her opponent's.
The Black Knight met her attack calmly with more refined technique.
With a thunderous boom, half of an already ruined factory building was blasted away by the powerful impact, instantly tilting and collapsing.
In this duel, the industrial park's already dilapidated buildings had now been leveled to the ground, not one left intact.
The black and golden figures continuously escalated the intensity of their battle.
Though their swordsmanship was exquisite, their shared origins made it difficult to determine a victor.
Bound by their oath of duel, they chose to unleash all their power.
Skills, Noble Phantasms, every power they could wield was brought forth.
Saber activated her inherent skill, Mana Burst.
It was an ability that greatly enhanced her strength through