I, Fu Yuan, Will Blow Up the Holy Grail War

The spar between Fu Yuan and Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows had begun.

A gentle breeze blew.

The leaves rustled.

Fu Yuan and Scáthach faced each other in a calm and comfortable setting.

If one ignored the ground littered with the shattered bones of Skeleton Soldiers and the crimson spear held by Scáthach, one might mistakenly think they were gazing at each other with tender affection, like lovers...

The breeze continued to stir the leaves, dislodging a dead leaf from a tree. The leaf drifted on the wind, 'recklessly' fluttering down right between Fu Yuan and Scáthach as they met each other's gaze.

Snap!

As if struck by something, the dead leaf shattered.

The moment the broken leaf fell to the ground, Fu Yuan, who had adopted a starting stance, and Scáthach, holding her spear, moved.

Though ten meters apart, they closed the distance in an instant.

"Hah!"

Scáthach cried out, her jade hand gripping the crimson spear like a poised viper, thrusting it at Fu Yuan's chest from an exceptionally tricky angle.

As the saying goes, 'an inch longer, an inch stronger.' Scáthach's weapon was a long spear, giving her a reach advantage against the unarmed Fu Yuan.

The long, straight crimson spear, its tip sharp and menacing, lunged forward.

Crackling with electricity, Fu Yuan gazed at the rapidly approaching crimson spear. Undeterred, he extended his palm and directly struck the tip of Scáthach's terrifyingly barbed spear.

Scáthach's mass-produced Noble Phantasm spear, named 'Gáe Bolg,' had a seven-pronged tip, with each prong bearing seven barbs.

Therefore, the crimson spear Scáthach was thrusting was not something that could be touched with a bare hand!

Yet, Fu Yuan reached out and touched the tip of the spear, which was lunging like a viper.

If nothing unexpected happened, Fu Yuan's palm should have been pierced by the peculiar tip of Scáthach's spear, taking chunks of flesh with it...

But the unexpected occurred!

Fu Yuan's palm struck Scáthach's thrusting crimson spear. His hand, entwined with lightning, was not pierced; instead, he batted Scáthach's spear thrust aside.

An indescribable force flowed from the Gáe Bolg in Scáthach's hand. This force was not brute or overbearing, but gentle, like flowing water or willow catkins.

It was this gentle power that allowed him to so easily deflect Scáthach's weapon.

Soft energy into a fist, power like a clear breeze.

Inch-force expelled from the palm, power like chaotic thunder.

This was the 'Inch-Heart Fist Style' that the Valkyrie, Swift Feather, had bestowed upon Fu Yuan!

However, Scáthach was no ordinary opponent. Even though Fu Yuan had easily neutralized her first move, she had more in store!

Scáthach twisted her slender waist, smoothly retracting the deflected crimson spear. Then, holding her spear, she unleashed a barrage of thrusts upon Fu Yuan, like a violent, torrential rain.

A suffocating pressure washed over him. Fu Yuan, his expression grim, parried while retreating, widening the gap against Scáthach's closing spear assault.

Fu Yuan slowly backed away, his palms mimicking flowing water and willow catkins, continuously using soft energy to parry and neutralize Scáthach's sharp spear techniques.

Despite this, the crimson spear, wielded by Scáthach's jade hand, constantly became a blur in the air, attacking with sharp and terrifying precision.

It came at him like a fierce wind, like a massive wave!

'I expected this, but her offense is too sharp.'

Fu Yuan thought to himself, continuously blocking and neutralizing Scáthach's fierce onslaught.

'I had a hunch, but his defense is too hard to break.'

Scáthach mused inwardly, continuously thrusting and sweeping at Fu Yuan, attempting to breach his watertight defense.

The air, reduced to a battlefield, constantly erupted with the whistling sound of the crimson spear and the impact of palms deflecting it.

And the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach, seemed utterly tireless.

Even though Scáthach's sharp and terrifying spear strikes were all blocked by Fu Yuan's enduring soft energy, like flowing wind and willow catkins, she never once ceased her fierce assault.

Was Fu Yuan being suppressed by Scáthach?

Was it because Scáthach's weapon, the long spear, gave her the advantage of reach, forcing the unarmed Fu Yuan to be suppressed?

No, no, no. Fu Yuan wasn't being suppressed; he was merely familiarizing himself with Scáthach's fighting style. Once he understood it, he would quickly find a way to break through the crimson spear's reach and engage her in close combat.

The length of a spear was an advantage.

But once the person wielding the spear was closed in on, its length ceased to be an advantage and became a disadvantage.

Now, a faint heat radiated from Scáthach's body, fueled by the blood coursing through her veins. A charming blush spread across her pretty face, born from her inner delight.

Interesting!

So very interesting!

This battle with Fu Yuan was something Scáthach hadn't encountered in a thousand years!

No one had ever been able to block her spear techniques, capable of slaying Deities!

Human heroes, no!

Arrogant deities, no!

Powerful divine beasts, no!

Her Scáthach's spear technique, capable of slaying deities, only... only this man before her could!

Scáthach's battle with Fu Yuan had already lasted for tens of minutes. However, whether her attacks were like a raging tide or a fierce storm, they couldn't break through Fu Yuan's flawless defense, all being neutralized by his pair of clean, slender hands!

It was precisely because Scáthach couldn't breach Fu Yuan's defenses that she felt so exhilarated. She wanted to break through this man's guard and then plunge the weapon in her hand deep into his body, making his hot blood splatter out!

If she could truly accomplish that... Scáthach felt that she would tremble with excitement and joy down to her fingertips at that moment.

No one had ever brought Scáthach such excitement and happiness before, and this man, living on the surface of the world, was the first.

Scáthach intended to use her weapon, her offense, her everything, to tear apart Fu Yuan's defenses!

As Scáthach's emotions surged, her attacks, thrusting with her jade-like hands gripping her weapon, became increasingly terrifying.