A Person Arrives in Type-Moon, Now Offline Chapter 9

The Saber agreed with the statement, her icy expression softening slightly. However, her grip on the invisible sword did not loosen at all, and an inevitable battle was about to unfold.

But at this crucial moment, the Lancer's gaze shifted to behind the Saber, towards the silver-haired, red-eyed woman. Because of this, the Saber took a step forward, staring vigilantly at the Lancer and asking, "Can you tell me what you intend to do to my Master?"

Compared to the Heroic Spirits who left their names in history, Masters were undoubtedly fragile. Attacking a Master was far simpler than engaging another Servant.

"I have no ill will towards that lady," the Lancer replied in a deep yet clear voice. "It's just that my master is very concerned about one of the Masters in this Holy Grail War. That one is my master's great enemy."

He twirled his spear, spun it backhand, and assumed a fighting stance, stating the facts. "As it turns out, your Master is not that one."

"Are you looking down on us?" The coldness in the Saber's eyes intensified, as if invisible blades were hidden within. Undoubtedly, she was enraged, like a dormant volcano about to unleash its flames.

Without a doubt, the Saber attacked the Lancer. The foot that landed on the ground shattered the road surface capable of supporting a heavy truck. The air current generated by her sword swing turned into a gale, and the air pressure created by her weapon's movement literally severed the streetlights. Though it was an ordinary slash, it possessed a suffocating power.

Diarmuid, who had been prepared, naturally did not flinch. He shifted his body to the side, dodging the Saber's slash, then flicked his hand. His spear thrust out with the same, or even faster, speed, like a long rainbow.

For the Saber, the slaughter of the battlefield was as common as everyday life; fighting enemies was as familiar as using a knife and fork. A colorless yet tangible barrier unfolded, and a fierce wind roared around the sword as its center. It forcibly exerted immense pressure on the Lancer's spear, deflecting it from its original trajectory.

"Boom!" The deflected spear, carrying immense force, easily shattered the concrete wall. Countless fragments of stone flew out, and the sheet metal on the outer wall of the warehouse peeled off like twisted tin foil. If one were to disregard the Lancer's presence, the situation here would be no different from an anti-tank cannon firing.

The Saber naturally would not let go of the moment the Lancer made a mistake. She gripped her sword with both hands and closed the distance to the Lancer. An inch longer is an inch stronger; an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Although the spear had a range advantage, it was prone to creating openings when the distance was too close. As long as the Lancer entered the range of the Saber's sword, she would sever his head.

"Clang!" The sound of collision echoed again. The short spear in the Lancer's other hand blocked the invisible sword! With a slashing motion!

The Saber was surprised. She had initially thought his twin spears were merely a distraction, meant to obscure which was his true Noble Phantasm. But she hadn't expected him to use the short spear like a sword to block her attack.

The way the Lancer used his spears was completely different from the spear techniques in her memory. Faintly, the shadow of an extremely exquisite swordsmanship could be seen. It was not difficult to discern that the Lancer's true self was exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship, even more so than his spear techniques.

Who was he? There were not many heroes in history who excelled in both swordsmanship and spearplay.

The Lancer was equally troubled. Although he had blocked the Saber's attack, it was a close call. This was because the sword in the Saber's hand was wrapped in wind, and the length of the blade and its width were unknown. For the battle-hardened Lancer, forcibly blocking such an attack was quite troublesome.

Under the threat of that sword, the Lancer had to dedicate considerable energy to defense. If he were to attack with full force, he would be in great danger.

The two tacitly retreated a step, both realizing how tricky their opponent was. If they did not proceed cautiously, they might be exploited and meet their end on the spot.

This is how duels between masters unfold: either they are evenly matched for three hundred rounds, or one loses their head within ten moves.

They gazed at each other, and just as they had retreated together, they once again brandished their weapons and began their elegant yet deadly duel.

The world of legends and myths thus reappeared in the modern era. Their ultra-high-speed movements exceeded human visual perception, and outsiders could only feel the aftershocks of their battle. A frenzied storm raged through the deserted shopping street, destroying and trampling everything. The close-quarters combat of just two individuals was enough to destroy the entire street.

The clash of sword and spear continued.

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ps: Battles are too difficult for a noob like me. Writing them feels like squeezing toothpaste.

Chapter 7: Master's Battle

"Monsters." Hiding in the distance, cradling an alien sniper rifle weighing over ten kilograms, Kiritsugu Emiya's expression was extremely grim. Even though he had read the records of past Holy Grail Wars from the Einzbern Family and had prepared himself mentally, it was only when he actually witnessed the battle between Servants that he truly understood how terrifying these figures who left their mark on history were.

It would be more convenient to deal with the Lancer's Master. Kiritsugu Emiya made his decision. He used to have confidence in holding his own against Servants with magecraft, but after witnessing the duel between the Saber and the Lancer, those thoughts of individual heroism had been thrown to the dogs.

The Lancer's Master had yet to reveal themselves and remained an independent threat. Generally, Masters would stay by their Servants' side, commanding them and providing necessary magical support. As long as the Lancer's Master did not fully trust their Servant, they were undoubtedly hiding nearby, observing the Lancer's battle.

Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze shifted to another area. There weren't many suitable observation points in this vicinity. If he could eliminate them one by one, he should be able to find the Lancer's Master.

For example, there was the crane towering in the darkness. Kiritsugu Emiya used a thermal imager to observe that location, which was ideal for observing the battle. The cockpit was about thirty meters high. If he could quietly climb up there, it would be the best vantage point for spectating.