Boom!!!
Kirei Kotomine's punch slammed into the wall of a park flowerbed, erupting with a thunderous blast.
Had he misjudged?
Kirei Kotomine's body was incredibly tough. The flowerbed had nearly been blasted away by that punch, yet not even a mark had been left on his hand.
Less than five meters away from Kirei Kotomine, Emiya Kiritsugu suppressed his presence as much as possible, a bead of cold sweat on his face.
What terrifying perception. He had never encountered an enemy of this caliber before.
Even though that punch had been thrown with his left hand, Emiya Kiritsugu had no doubt that his heart would have been shattered outright.
A terrifying fist powerful enough to contend with some Servants. Still, if it was Kirei Kotomine, it did make sense.
Crack—
He raised his submachine gun and fired toward Kirei Kotomine through the smoke, while throwing three grenades in three different directions.
Kirei Kotomine's ears twitched. Several Black Keys appeared in his hands once more, which he hurled in different directions. As for himself, he raised both hands and used his clothes to shield himself.
The priest's robes he usually wore had been specially modified. They could defend against bullets and some weaker sharp attacks.
The three grenades were directly triggered by the Black Keys, exploding in the distance.
He had twelve Black Keys left—enough for three more uses.
Amid the gunfire, Kirei Kotomine thought expressionlessly.
Using the gunshots as cover, Emiya Kiritsugu moved while adjusting the direction of his muzzle as much as possible, making Kirei Kotomine misjudge his position.
There was still some time before the smoke from the smoke grenade cleared. He had to seize this window.
He could not use tear gas lightly. Even if he did, its effect might not be significant. Kirei Kotomine's perception was