The Trump Card Revealed (Happy 100 Chapters~)

"Oh--"

Unperturbed by Kayneth's display of charisma, Kayneth Medea to his words with only a disdainful sneer.

Since this Servant was summoned as a [Caster] in the Holy Grail War, this Servant must possess unique expertise in the field of "Magecraft"True Magic.

Not to mention that even in the Age of Gods, Medea's skill in "Magecraft" was still among the highest, and now...

I remember now, I'd been driven to a corner by this bastard using similar words before.

Recalling this "dark history," Medea had already mentally marked this arrogant person in front of her as a dead man.

As for Wang Xiaoming--

Kayneth brought this on himself, so he might as well just sit back and watch the show.

If this can resolve the battle with Lancer ahead of time, that would be ideal.

With the support of magic, several True Magic circles appeared beside Medea, who was floating in mid-air above the ground, and magic bullets formed by the convergence of magic power took shape in less than a breath!

"You'll have to risk your life to experience my Magecraft!"

As she said this, the magic bullets that could kill her instantly rained down on Kayneth from behind Medea!

The deafening roar of the magic bullets striking the ground naturally reached another battlefield as well.

"Lancer, aren't you going to check on your Master's situation this time?"

A slightly mocking voice suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

At this moment, the two knights faced each other on the battlefield, and the open ground around the battlefield had been ravaged beyond recognition by the aftershocks of their battle.

With the enhancement of Command Spell and Magecraft, this scene was merely a test between the two.

"No, I have already promised my lord to defeat you and bring him victory. Besides—"

Lancer, now slinging the red spear over his shoulder, was no longer the melancholy he had before the battle. The fight with Saber had ignited his fighting spirit and dispelled his inner turmoil.

"How could I, Diarmuid's lord, be so easily defeated!"

Lancer raised the yellow spear in his left hand and pointed it at Saber, saying sincerely:

"Saber, it's so good to have met you in this Holy Grail War."

Saber's smile vanished. He held the Holy Sword, now re-encased in the "Invisible Air," before him, and replied expressionlessly:

"We're in the same boat."

Their eyes met, and although both wore tense and serious expressions, the joy of meeting a worthy opponent was impossible to conceal.

"If that's the case, then..."

Lancer leaned slightly forward, assuming a charging stance:

"Diarmuid, the chief knight of the Fianna, O'Dina about to attack!"

"Well done! Artoria Pendragon, King of Britain, shall we meet you!"

The two, who considered each other formidable rivals, clashed once more, sparks flying as their swords and spears clashed!

The ground was no longer what it had been after being bombarded by the magic bullets. Even the rubble and debris that had been knocked away turned into dust and filled the battlefield under subsequent attacks.

"In this situation, we should..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Xiaoming, who had already retreated a bit, looked at the situation on the battlefield and couldn't help but think to himself.

However, things did not go as he had expected. Medea, still suspended in mid-air, frowned as she looked at the lingering dust cloud.

"Is this True Magic Magecraft of the Age of Gods?"

Kayneth's calm voice rang out from the dust, followed by a series of Magecraft that shattered the dust of the battlefield and hurtled towards Medea in mid-air.

How could such so-called "modern Magecraft" possibly get close to Medea? With just a glance, the Magecraft detonated themselves in mid-air.

"As expected, Caster's control over magic is truly impressive."

Kayneth's voice rang out again, and as the dust gradually settled, his figure gradually came into view.

How is that possible?

This was Wang Xiaoming's truest thought at that moment. Even Medea, who had seen Kayneth's current situation, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in her eyes.

His clothes were spotless, and he didn't look disheveled at all.

If it weren't for the uneven, potholed ground around Kayneth, even Medea might have doubted whether her accuracy in casting Magecraft had become too rough due to the recent period of comfort.

"Then let's continue!"

Kayneth's gaze toward Medea in mid-air revealed for the first time a look of "fanatical" intensity—the inquisitive look one would give to an "experiment."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kayneth unleashed another series of Magecraft into the air, but this time the power was much greater than the previous attack.

"With just these little tricks..."

An even more powerful magic gathered behind Medea.

"You dare to dream of defeating me?!"

After the angry voice fell, as if to wash away filth, magic transformed into arrows and rained down on Kayneth's footsteps like a storm.

Medea, descending from mid-air, took a deep breath. Although she had only used up about a tenth or a twelfth of the magic she had accumulated, it was still enough to handle the upcoming battle...

"It's not enough--"

If Kayneth's voice had only surprised Medea before, this time it left her utterly astonished.

"If that's all..."

Kayneth's figure reappeared in Medea and Wang Xiaoming's sight:

"That's not enough, Caster!"

On the battlefield, Kayneth, facing Divine Era Magus far surpassing him in the realm of Magecraft, remained spirited and confident.

By the way, regarding updates:

I can't guarantee perfect attendance this month, sorry.

Going to work, moving offices, and blind dates...

In short, there were a lot of things to do.

However, I will try my best to maintain at least one update per day.

Once this busy period is over, I'll resume daily 4K updates.

I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the readers for their support.

Chapter 100. The Revealed Trump Card (Celebrating 100th Chapter!)

"Hey, hey, that's going a bit too far."

Looking at Kayneth, who walked slowly out of the smoke without a trace of injury, Wang Xiaoming's tone was somewhat incredulous.

Something's not right—

Seeing Kayneth's calm and composed demeanor, Medea's brows furrowed slightly beneath her hood.

He was well aware of the Magecraft he had used earlier; although it was only a combination of dozens or hundreds of B-rank Magecraft, its power was not to be underestimated.

If facing Servant, let alone Lancer or Saber... if Assassin were to confront these Magecraft head-on, he would probably be seriously injured and forced to retreat.

But this mortal before her... no, in Medea's eyes, Kayneth was at most a rather strong ant.

And now, this "ant" is completely unharmed by his own Magecraft?

So they really did use some kind of trick...?

Although Medea was considering the methods Kayneth might use, it didn't mean Medea would stop what she was doing.

At Medea's urging, the staff that materialized in her hand emitted a buzzing sound due to the rhythm of magic.

Seeing the magic power gathering at the tip of the staff, even Kayneth, who had been calm and collected, couldn't help but become solemn at this moment.

The next second--

That chilling magic instantly transformed into a divine spell, pouring down towards Kayneth's location!

The distant roar did not affect the battlefield.

The clanging of guns and swords echoed through the empty Central Park.

"What's wrong? Saber, you're being naive if you think you can overpower me with close combat!"

The intense and fierce battle did not dampen the spirits of the two fighters as they rose higher on the battlefield; Lancer even had the leisure to taunt his opponent.

"If it's only this level, I can handle it perfectly well!"

"Oh--"

After responding to Lancer with a disdainful sneer, Saber's fierce offensive was not disrupted by Lancer's words; she continued to press Lancer's fighting space at her own pace.

Although Medea's enhancements have reduced the seal on Saber's left hand to an acceptable level, it still cannot be as flexible as before.

Faced with Saber's relentless pressure, Lancer's performance, while not entirely effortless, did not reveal any signs of strain.

Moreover, Saber has to be wary of more than just the magic-dispelling and curse-inducing power of Lancer's twin pistols.

The opponent's spear techniques combined power and skill, and the way the dual pistols were wielded seemed to conceal a chilling sword intent, forcing Saber to remain constantly vigilant...

This is not--

Two conflicting trajectories collided.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Lancer held up the Two-Colored Roses in front of her to block Saber's attack.

While engaging in close combat, both sides were trying to overwhelm the other.

Looking at the crimson spear in his hand, almost bent under its weight, Lancer felt a sense of triumph over his scheme.

"I was careless, Saber!"

Lancer abruptly withdrew the cursed spear from his other hand, then swiftly sliced across Saber's waist.

However, the latter, relying on his innate Instinct, jumped backward, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

"You're really strong, Lancer."

During this brief respite from the battle, Saber praised her opponent.

This wasn't their first encounter, and Saber was well aware of Lancer's close-combat abilities. However, the chilling sensation and goosebumps from that last blow still lingered on her waist...

That sharp aura made Saber momentarily have the illusion that she would be cut in half at the waist.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say too, Saber!"

Faced with Saber's praise, Lancer shrugged and accepted it readily. However--

Lancer's current situation is far from as easy as he makes it sound.

Previously, facing Saber's fierce yet agile attacks, Lancer had almost given up on visual observation and could only rely on his intuition.

--The ability I honed through countless battles, bathed in the blood of both friend and foe.

The winning strategy of seizing opportunities in battle, even with only a 1% chance, is ineffective on the current battlefield.

Lancer was dismayed to discover that his opponent possessed a combat instinct that surpassed even his own.

But that's precisely why the battle against Saber is so thrilling!

Lancer, having regained his composure, smiled slightly.

This battle was not a friendly spar, nor a fight between knights, but a desperate struggle where both sides wagered their lives, walking a fine line between life and death.