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The next day, at the KOF tournament venue.
The stands were packed to the brim.
This year's KOF tournament was finally reaching its conclusion.
The first match of the day was the Heroic Spirit Team versus the Nen-ability Team.
For Emiya's Heroic Spirit Team, the first to step onto the stage was naturally CĂș Chulainn.
For the Nen-ability Team, the one sent out was just as naturally Shizuka Hiratsuka.
As soon as Shizuka Hiratsuka stepped onto the stage, she looked at CĂș Chulainn and spoke directly.
"According to our agreement, you can go back down. You're not my opponent."
CĂș Chulainn froze for a moment, then remembered the promise he had made to her.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked off the stage.
He might be a human bulldozer, but a promise was a promise.
He never broke his word.
The audience was completely confused, but CĂș Chulainn didn't spare them a glance.
On the stage, Shizuka Hiratsuka turned toward Emiya and flashed him a mischievous smile.
Emiya was momentarily at a loss.
Where did she get the confidence to think she could beat him?
Still, to humor her, Emiya switched places with Heracles and became the second to step onto the stage.
That alone immediately drew the audience's attention.
In the previous two matches, Emiya had never appeared.
CĂș Chulainn and Heracles had crushed every opponent by themselves.
Because of that, Emiya-the captain of the Heroic Spirit Team-had become a figure of curiosity.
When Shizuka Hiratsuka saw Emiya come up, her excitement only grew.
She instantly coated her hands in Armament Haki and shouted loudly.
"Prepare yourself! I'm going to punch your stupid face today!"
With that, she charged forward without the slightest hesitation, throwing a punch straight at Emiya's eye socket.
She was clearly venting all the frustration she'd built up from being provoked by him a few days earlier.
Her attacks were ruthless.
But Emiya didn't move.
He didn't dodge.
He didn't block.
He took the punch head-on.
Bang!
A fist strong enough to shatter stone landed squarely on Emiya's body.
It didn't even leave a mark.
After multiple enhancements, Emiya's physical body had reached an absurd level of toughness.
He couldn't quite be called a dragon in human form yet.
But he was already close.
Even without activating any abilities, bullets would barely scratch him.
Shizuka Hiratsuka's punches looked terrifying, but they simply couldn't hurt him.
She didn't stop.
If one punch wasn't enough, she threw another.
Then another.
Her fists fell like a storm, most of them aimed squarely at Emiya's face.
She was proving with her actions that she wasn't joking about punching him.
But after throwing hundreds of punches, Emiya was still perfectly fine.
Meanwhile, Shizuka Hiratsuka was already breathing heavily.
Emiya smiled.
"Feeling better now?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka snorted.
She turned around and walked straight off the stage.
After venting like that, the anger in her heart had finally dissipated.
Emiya gave a helpless smile.
He knew she wasn't truly angry-just being childish.
So he didn't mind.
After Shizuka Hiratsuka left, Robin naturally stepped onto the stage.
She smiled gently.
"Should we pretend to fight, or just treat it as a warm-up?"
"No need," Emiya replied casually. "If you don't want to fight, just go down."
He didn't care about the audience's opinion.
He wasn't here to put on a show.
Robin blinked.
"Oh."
Then she turned around and left.
She didn't want to fight Emiya either.
After that, Mikumo Kushinada didn't even bother stepping onto the stage.
She forfeited outright.
Just like that, the Heroic Spirit Team won the first match.
The audience was stunned.
Then furious.
Shouts erupted from every direction, demanding refunds.
This wasn't the match they'd paid to see.
One person fought.
The other two forfeited.
It felt completely rigged.
Seeing the crowd about to explode, the host hurried over to Emiya.
"Captain Emiya, even if you're all friends, you can't be this blatant! At least put on a fight-just a performance would do!"
Emiya smiled calmly.
"Don't worry. In the next match, against the Loki Team, we'll be serious."
The host's eyes lit up.
"Really, Captain Emiya?"
"I wouldn't lie to you."
That was all the host needed.
He rushed back onto the stage, calming the audience while pounding his chest and promising that the next match would be extremely exciting.
Only then did the crowd settle down.
Not daring to linger, the host immediately announced the next match.
Heroic Spirit Team vs. Loki Team.
CĂș Chulainn stepped onto the stage again, cursed spear in hand, calmly observing the Loki Team.
Soon, Ais stepped onto the stage.
This time, however, she wasn't holding a wooden sword.
She was holding a real longsword.
"It's you, Ais," CĂș Chulainn said with a grin. "I thought Finn would come up first."
He had been to Orario before and had sparred with the Loki Familia.
Both sides were already very familiar with each other.
Ais nodded.
"Finn wants to challenge Heracles."
CĂș Chulainn laughed loudly.
"I see. I'll grant him that."
"But before that-let me see how much you've improved."
The moment he finished speaking, CĂș Chulainn burst forward at lightning speed, thrusting his cursed spear upward from below.
Ais swung her longsword to meet it.
Clang!
The clear sound of metal colliding rang out.
The battle officially began.
In an instant, CĂș Chulainn unleashed dozens of thrusts, each one aimed at Ais's vital points.
Ais refused to yield.
She wielded her longsword with precision, blocking every single attack.
To the audience, it looked like dozens of spear shadows colliding with dozens of sword shadows.
Each clash rang with a sharp metallic sound and stirred violent air currents.
The clanging never stopped.
The wind roared endlessly.
Every collision sent shockwaves rippling outward.
Each time they struck, they shifted positions-avoiding being locked onto and dispersing the recoil.
As the fight intensified, the audience lost track of their figures entirely.
All they could see were two streaks of light-colliding, separating, colliding again.
Each impact released a circular wave of compressed air.
Gasps rose one after another.
The two fighters moved at ghostlike speeds.
Leaping like dragons.
Pouncing like tigers.
Exchanging blows without pause.
CĂș Chulainn's mana boiled through his body.
His reinforced muscles endured the brutal impacts, while his cursed spear struck unpredictably, radiating constant danger.
Ais had already activated the only magic she truly excelled at.
With the wind supporting her, her speed surpassed the sound barrier.
Even so, every attack she launched was neutralized.
"As expected of a demigod," Ais thought as she narrowly avoided another strike.
"You're truly powerful."
She raised her longsword.
Invisible wind gathered around the blade.
I can only use this move.
She swung with full force.
Wind Howl!!
The invisible wind transformed into a raging storm that roared toward CĂș Chulainn.
The surrounding air was dragged in, growing more violent by the second.
Facing the storm, CĂș Chulainn roared.
Mana poured into his cursed spear, its tip blazing with dazzling light.
The next moment, he thrust straight into the storm.
His hands moved.
The spear tip traced elegant arcs.
And the raging storm was torn apart in an instant.
But it wasn't over.
The moment the storm shattered, CĂș Chulainn saw four Aises attacking from different angles.
Four figures.
Four simultaneous assaults.
CĂș Chulainn was briefly forced on the defensive.
He took hits.
But he didn't fall.
Instead, his excitement surged.
With Battle Continuation, these injuries meant nothing.
"Come on!"
He swung his cursed spear wildly, blocking attack after attack.
Violent mana erupted outward, chaotic air currents forming a barrier that halted Ais's advance.
Before long, CĂș Chulainn adapted.
His movements grew steadier.
More composed.
The spear wove a flawless defense, repelling all four attackers.
Suddenly, the four Aises halted at the same time.
They stood at the four corners of the stage, staring at him.
"Awaken!"
All four chanted in unison.
Invisible wind descended, wrapping around their bodies.
Their speed was pushed to the absolute limit.
The next instant, they became four streaks of light, striking from every direction.
Front.
Back.
Left.
Right.
They reached CĂș Chulainn simultaneously.
At that moment, he jumped.
His body shot into the air, cleanly evading the encirclement.
The four Aises leapt after him, intent on delivering a killing blow midair.
But CĂș Chulainn had already prepared.
Mana ignited.
Violent energy boiled.
He leveled his cursed spear at them.
Gae Bolg: Soaring Death Spear!
This was different from Gae Bolg: Barbed Spear That Pierces with Death.
It didn't carry the concept of "inevitably piercing the heart."
But its power-and its range-were vastly greater.
It was a carpet-bombing attack.
Everything in the surrounding area would be blasted away.
Barriers.
Evasion.
Even multiple opponents-
All would be sent flying in one strike.
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