By now, Fang Li was long since no longer the person he had once been.
When he had first entered the Main God Space, Fang Li had been extremely clear about his own position. He understood that, as long as he raised his speed, there would be no enemy he could not defeat with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
Now, Fang Li's original vision had completely become reality.
With his extraordinary speed, when using the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Fang Li could inflict fatal damage with a casual swing of his blade. Even against three top-class Servants at once—Semiramis, Achilles, and Atalanta—he only needed a few strikes.
But that did not mean Fang Li possessed nothing but speed.
In order to push his talent for killing to its limit, the Seven Nights Assassination Technique Fang Li had learned had long since reached an inhuman realm.
Having grasped the essence of the Seven Nights Assassination Technique, Fang Li's Assassination Arts had now reached the Divine Realm.
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada believed that, within the Greater Holy Grail, where both physical and magical laws differed from those of the outside world, he could at least gain a sliver of a chance at victory.
That notion was not entirely wrong.
But it had merely allowed him to escape the fate of being instantly killed.
Fang Li's absolute advantage had not been overturned in the slightest.
To regard Fang Li as a brute who possessed nothing but strength was itself an utterly mistaken idea.
To hone his techniques, Fang Li had already undergone countless sessions of training in the Main God Space's training grounds.
Did Amakusa Shirou Tokisada think that, after eliminating the advantages of the physical body and competing purely in technique, he could defeat Fang Li?
What a fool's dream.
Only