"Whoosh—!"
It was a sharp cutting sound that made even eardrums tremble.
What split the wind apart was a silver blade.
It was the purest silver in the world.
If steel was the material used to forge blades, then this pure silver must have been a hue refined only after a steel-forged blade had been wielded to the point of utter devotion.
Such a weapon sliced through the wind with utmost clarity, sweeping down like a dragon's claw.
This was the sword of a Servant from the strongest class, Saber.
Even as those around them cried out in alarm, even as many Servants called for them to stop, the silver swordsman still brought down the greatsword in his hand—a weapon that seemed to have become one with him—like an icy weapon.
All because of a single command from his Master.
All because it was his Master's wish.
The fatal slash descended upon Fang Li's head.
At that moment, perhaps everyone present saw the outcome one second later.
Fang Li's head would hit the ground, and his blood would spray through the air in a grisly scene.
If that outcome had been so easy to achieve...
"Clang—!"
With a crisp clash, the painstakingly honed slash was knocked aside on the spot by a strike as swift as thunder.
It was not a slash that split the wind, but a flash that raced through space.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu, gripping a sharp katana, cut into the fray like a blade, standing before Fang Li and deflecting the strike.
The gentleness in her eyes as she looked at Saber was gone, leaving only the icy calm of a warrior.
Then, Minamoto no Yorimitsu moved.
"Ha!"
With a cool shout, the head of the Minamoto Clan suddenly stepped forward.
The sharp katana in her hand