The two Noble Phantasms collided once more, and the entire presidential palace shook even more violently. Karna was panting heavily, while Gawain's complexion had returned to rosy health after only a few breaths.
"Let's fight again next time, Son of the Indian Gods."
As Gawain spoke, his entire body was enveloped in light. He then smashed straight through the wall of the presidential palace and left the scene.
Meanwhile, on the eastern battlefield, the battle between Scáthach and Jeanne d'Arc Alter ended quickly—neither had won, because Bai Ming directly stopped their fight.
Jeanne d'Arc Alter snorted irritably, while Scáthach said nothing.
"Medb has the Holy Grail, so that woman will definitely summon the Servants again. If we don't kill her, no amount of fighting will matter."
"Compared to that, no one cares about such things at all—" Bai Ming looked at Scáthach. "I heard that the Land of Shadows has some very interesting techniques. Might I be fortunate enough to witness them?"
"...?"
Scáthach looked at Bai Ming suspiciously. "Aren't you in a hurry to correct this Singularity?"
"I'm here to build up my credentials. After all, all my fellow disciples have impressive experiences—Teacher of the Human Emperor, Designated Executor of the Investiture of the Gods, things like that. I'm the only one without any real qualifications."
Bai Ming sighed as he led the troops ahead, with Scáthach walking at his side.
Bai Ming continued, "My master loves me, but He's an old-fashioned stickler. I was too unruly. I beat up all my fellow disciples, martial nephews, and even some wandering immortal friends, so He sent me home. After I got home, I beat up a small group of my peers every three days and a large group of seniors every five days, then I got exiled to Chaldea."
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