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"Cough, cough... You—just who the hell are you...?"
Cu Chulainn, who had barely clung to life, stared weakly at Xu Yue before him, completely unable to understand what had happened.
He was a proud Lancer-class Heroic Spirit. He had spotted a lone Master, charged right in, and then got wiped out?
That made no sense!
Why was the other man's magecraft so ridiculously powerful?
"Alright, be honest with me. I can heal your injuries, but you'll have to follow the script I've written. Otherwise, I may need to take some extreme measures."
"Heh. Celt Warriors never surrender."
Despite suffering such injuries, and despite the pain making Cu Chulainn twitch and squeeze one eye shut, he still answered with remarkable toughness.
"I never told you to surrender..."
The moment Xu Yue finished speaking, he seemed to notice something.
Cu Chulainn, whose ribs had been blasted out through his back, suddenly erupted with the force of someone at full strength. He grabbed the spear at hand and directly activated his Noble Phantasm.
A faint law of causality manifested.
Combined with his own Battle Continuation and the special effects of his Noble Phantasm, he forcibly unleashed a killing blow despite his grievous injuries.
Once activated, it would rewrite all factors unfavorable to him.
"You've got to be kidding. That works too..."
Under that miraculous distortion of causality, the preparation time for Cu Chulainn's Noble Phantasm seemed to vanish, as did the effects of his injuries for the moment. He burst forth with unprecedented potential.
All the variables of the future converged toward a single outcome.
Yet the next instant, the scene froze completely before reversing once more. Before Cu Chulainn could strike, Xu Yue's reversed First Strike from Behind activated first.
Another blow sent Cu Chulainn flying.
That was only because Xu