"...Cross Slash!"
As Fang Mo brought down the greatsword in his hand, a magnetic field erupted, and the immense repulsive force instantly knocked the first longsword away.
Lancer, holding his spear horizontally, felt a tremendous force crash into him. It was as though it was not a weapon at all, but Mount Enzou itself had been uprooted and smashed into him.
The terrifying force made every bone in his body creak in a groan of unbearable strain. Then, under the crushing pressure of that violent repulsion, the golden longsword began to deform as well, grinding continuously against the spear shaft. The blade embedded itself inch by inch into the shaft before shattering completely.
"Crack!"
And almost in the very next instant—
Under Lancer's disbelieving gaze, the short spear in his hand was cleaved straight through.
Fortunately, the short spear was not the only thing that had reached its limit. After being treated so brutally, the sword in Fang Mo's hand also exploded. Half its blade spun through the air and plunged directly into Lancer's abdomen with a wet squelch, nearly sinking all the way in.
"...Ugh?!"
Lancer immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
But almost at the same time, he quickly retreated, tactically opening up some distance.
"Ha... ha..."
After backing away a little, Lancer clutched his stomach and panted twice. Honestly, the wound was quite serious for him. Normal Servants had limited recovery abilities; while he could rely on his Master for treatment, he could not crazily regenerate health like that white-haired little girl over there.
"Can't hold on already?"
Seeing Lancer supporting himself with his spear, Fang Mo casually mocked him, then tossed the broken half of her sword onto the ground.
"What a joke..."
Hearing Fang Mo's words, Lancer forced out a smile. "This isn't a