"Pssh..."
The sharp edge faintly protruded ahead of the pointed spearhead, pricking Fang Li's skin.
Though he had not yet been pierced, Fang Li still felt a chill run through his heart, proving the power of that thrust.
The Rider-class Servant had clearly never intended to hold back.
Naturally.
This was a battlefield.
Having stepped onto this battlefield, no matter the circumstances, one could not blame anyone if they died.
That was the creed of heroes who had honed themselves upon battlefields until death, and the rule these heroes were meant to obey.
Rider had no reason to hold back.
Unfortunately, even so, whether he could kill someone still depended on whether they allowed it.
"Bzzzz----!"
Just as Rider's spearpoint was about to pierce Fang Li's heart, an extraordinarily violent vortex of magical energy began to churn.
"----!"
Rider's expression abruptly changed upon sensing that savage magical vortex. Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked off the ground, becoming an afterimage as he retreated at high speed.
"Whoosh----!"
At the same time, a shot came hurtling in.
It was no longer an arrow wrapped in lightning.
It was an arrow engulfed in an astonishing whirlwind.
Compared to the previous lightning-wreathed shot, this attack possessed fundamentally different power.
It was like a shell becoming a missile, its might increasing several dozenfold.
Immediately afterward, the arrow carrying a storm descended directly before Fang Li.
"Boom----!"
Like an explosion, it unleashed a terrifying gale.
"...!?"
Seeing the surging windstorm rush toward him, Rider could not help but be startled.
Although Rider had already retreated at tremendous speed, it still caught up to him in an instant.
Power capable of this much...
"Treasure Tool release...!?"
Rider shouted as he swung the Cross Spear in his hand without hesitation, fiercely thrusting it toward the incoming storm.