Lev Meets Lev Again

"Hey—" The Phantom Spirit Mordred faced was King Lear, the bulkiest of the four giant Phantom Spirits. She slashed at him, only for her strike to be blocked with ease. "Tch, this thing's Strength parameter is probably A."

"But—"

Boom!

The greatsword came down, kicking up dust and shattered stone. Mordred nimbly evaded King Lear's heavy blow, twisted around, and thrust Clarent toward his chest.

Squelch—

The blade plunged straight into flesh. King Lear let out a pained roar, his huge palm reaching out to grab Mordred.

"This strength is far weaker than my teacher's!"

Clang—!

Pulling out Clarent, Mordred braced the pommel with her palm and spun around. Her back slammed into King Lear's body as she swung her sword, severing one of his arms.

King Lear let out a pained bellow.

On the other two fronts, Artoria and Mash had already suppressed Othello and Macbeth as well.

"In our era, even across all of Europe, there was no army that dared to engage the Knights of the Round Table in close combat—"

"Our members, whether king or knight, were all trained by the same person!"

"How could we possibly lose to mere Phantom Spirits like you?!"

Mordred thrust her sword through King Lear's head. Clarent struck the ground with a crisp ring.

At almost the exact same moment, Artoria pierced Othello with her spear, blowing him apart.

Mash and Sakata Kintoki were still entangled with Macbeth and Hamlet.

"Tch." Sakata Kintoki curled his lip. "Britain's Knights of the Round Table really are terrifying. They're completely different from someone like me, who fights almost entirely on instinct."

Sakata Kintoki had never cared about technique in battle. He simply went bang, bang, bang, hacking wildly with his great axe until the enemy was dead, so he had never considered training