The Master Must Be Killed First

Chapter 882: Kill That Master First

The victor had been decided.

That was the first thought to flash through the minds of everyone who saw Scathach unleash her Noble Phantasm.

Faced with Scathach's Noble Phantasm, Cu Chulainn, who had already activated his own Noble Phantasm, no longer had any means of fighting back. He did not even have his magic spear in hand.

Therefore, this strike would decide the outcome.

At least, that was what everyone else thought.

Cu Chulainn, however, remained exceptionally calm.

"I knew it. Whether my assassination succeeded or failed, you would definitely be the first person to come after me."

An evil smile appeared on Cu Chulainn's face.

"You didn't disappoint me, Scathach."

As he said this, Cu Chulainn actually reached out toward the magic spear hurtling at him.

"Pfft!"

Scathach's magic spear instantly pierced through Cu Chulainn's palm, sending blood spraying into the air.

"Fool!"

Seeing Cu Chulainn like this, Scathach cursed loudly.

Even if he sacrificed one hand to catch the magic spear, what would that accomplish?

The first magic spear had never been meant for killing. It was used to nail an opponent to space, making escape impossible.

Thus, even if Cu Chulainn caught the spear with his hand, its effect would still activate, firmly pinning his hand to space and leaving him unable to move.

Immediately afterward...

"Go back to the Throne and reflect on your actions! Setanta!"

Scathach heavily hurled the second magic spear in her hand.

The scarlet magic spear transformed into a beam of light and shot toward Cu Chulainn.

Wherever it passed, it churned up violent winds and sand as if plowing through the ground. Even shattered rocks and rubble were blasted apart, reduced to dust.

The magic spear traced a lightning-fast arc and shot straight toward Cu