Eleven Consecutive Kills

At the center of the graveyard, crisscrossing blasts of force filled every corner, kicking up countless clouds of dust and shattered stone.

The air froze beneath the pressure of the two combatants, only to be sliced apart and pulverized by their frenzied weapons. Violent currents capable of tearing everything apart raged freely, wrecking the surrounding terrain and gouging long, narrow trenches into the ground.

The black Claymore carried a shrieking hum as it effortlessly severed Noble Phantasms. Even Berserker, peerless in valor, had no choice but to keep his distance before this sword.

An ordinary Servant would have long since been carved into a human stick by this divine weapon that cut through iron like mud. But Berserker was, after all, a legendary top-tier hero. Wielding his unevenly bladed axe-sword, he relied on combat experience etched into his muscles and soul to stubbornly hold Duke back.

Duke swung his Claymore. His agile figure grew faster and fiercer as the battle continued. Under Agility, his body could not be tracked with the naked eye; only during the instant their weapons collided would flashing sparks illuminate him.

A fierce burst of sparks erupted as their weapons collided. Berserker tried to pull back, but Duke gave him no chance this time. Stamping down hard, he charged after Berserker as he retreated.

The next second, a jet-black edge flashed past, and the axe-sword was cut apart again. The portion Berserker still held was only a quarter of its original length, resembling a crudely sharpened stone cleaver.

For Berserker, who excelled at crushing enemies with heavy weapons, the axe-sword was the most suitable weapon while he lacked reason. The short blade in his hand now could no longer bring out his greatest Power Level.

Duke gave Berserker no chance to catch his breath. Riding the