"Haha. I'd figured I'd probably end up like this someday. After all, in this godforsaken place, I'd been playing a little too wildly."
Seeing himself surrounded on all sides, Yan Qing did not panic. Instead, he revealed a somewhat ferocious smile.
"So I don't really have any complaints, but—I'm not necessarily beaten yet!"
"My destined star is the Heavenly Skill Star! I am Yan Qing of Liangshan's one hundred and eight heroes, and now—"
"Fuck you!"
That dishonorable old black bastard swung his sword at him without warning.
Yan Qing dodged backward, but Jeanne d'Arc had already thrust at him with the Evil Dragon Flag.
In addition, blades spun through the air. Although Lawrence was somewhat weakened after releasing her Noble Phantasm, creating a few jeweled blades was still entirely within her capabilities.
"Damn it, can't you let me finish talking?!"
Yan Qing dodged and weaved past several attacks before retreating into a corner, where he let out an enraged roar.
"You'll die whether you say it or not, so what's the point of all that bullshit?" Anno sneered. "With the things you've done here in Shinjuku, once you get to the Gathering Hall, let's see whether your Brother Jade Qilin makes you kneel for a few days and nights!"
Anno's words were quite cultured. It looked like he had read Water Margin.
Yan Qing froze for a moment, then revealed an exasperated expression.
"Then none of us will live!"
He did not choose to attack—or rather, he knew perfectly well that charging several powerful Servants offered no possibility of victory. He would only be dealt with in a few moves and made to look like a pathetic clown.
Yan Qing's choice was—
Beep.
He took a button from one of his pockets and pressed it.
"What is that thing?!"