Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

Don't Have

No strange phenomena could be found

Fluctuations in magical power.

No abnormalities were detected.

Was Saber wrong, or did the other party not even run this way at all?

Unable to figure it out, Iori remained wary.

"Stop!!"

But the loud shouts made Iori look in the direction of the sound.

"You want...uh!!"

"what!!"

"Murder! Run!!"

Panic was spreading among the crowd.

The crowd that had been crowding outside the city gate dispersed faster than expected.

"!"

Iori, on the other hand, witnessed the figure slowly walking out of the city gate.

He was a man holding a blood-stained longsword, a smile on his face, and who showed no sign of malice.

Although he was only wearing a robe, the dripping blood was quite horrifying.

"Truly amazing!"

"Are there really people who witnessed this and didn't run away?"

As if he had been spotted, the man strolled over, his eyes fixed intently on him.

"However, it wouldn't be surprising if it were a Master."

The Command Seals on his right hand were covered by a cloth strip, but this was ultimately just a self-deceptive act.

For those perceptive Servants and Masters, it would be too easy to spot such a clumsy attempt at concealment once they got close.

Beneath the smile, the questions were so direct.

"So, who is your Saber?"

Chapter 628 Struggle! (4K)

What is it like to face a Servant directly?

It's one thing to just observe and talk, but when you actually stand in front of someone, you feel a sense of solemnity that makes your whole body tense up.

Especially when that undisguised murderous aura came, even breathing became difficult.

But this situation did not deter Iori; on the contrary, it aroused his eagerness to try.

He had already drawn his sword with both hands, clearly intending to fight.

"Huh"

Staring into those eyes, the illusion seemed to have discovered something, with a hint of surprise.

That wasn't fear or fearlessness.

Rather, it was the "excitement" of preparing to fight a formidable opponent.

"interesting."

Approaching in a flash, the slanted blade was like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"Clang!!"

Swords clashed, and Iori was sent flying by the unreasonable force.

"Crack!!"

He crashed heavily into a tree trunk and fell, but he immediately rallied and stood up.

(One cannot forcefully engage in a physical confrontation.)

Realizing this, they changed their playing style.

That one blow alone was enough to make his hand ache. With such a difference in strength, he wouldn't have been able to withstand more than a few blows in close combat.

A green streak flashed by, and the star-like orb of light was launched.

Wind Form!

This is Iori's unique technique, which combines swordsmanship and magic, and is completely different from his master Miyamoto Musashi's Wind Form.

"Clap clap clap!!!"

Straighten his body, Xu shattered the incoming sphere with a single slash.

But the moment the sphere shattered, the resulting dust enveloped the surrounding area and obscured his vision.

"Whoosh!"

He could hear the sound of something whistling through the air, and as he turned slightly, he thrust his knife upwards.

"Crack!"

The figure that emerged from the thick smoke reacted to the thrusting blade.

With the left hand holding the knife, the blade rubs and slides against the side of the empty space, using the thrust to propel the body as far as possible to turn in the air.

"Wow!"

A small bloodstain was left on her cheek, but she managed to avoid it.

He suddenly raised his right hand and retaliated with a thrusting motion, just like a knife tip.

"Pfft!!"

The blade sank into the other's shoulder. Before Iori could even feel happy after landing, she saw that expressionless face.

"!"

Xu ignored his injured left shoulder and instead drew his sword to slash at the front.

"Wow!!"

Blood splattered as Iori retreated.

The pain spread through my chest.

Blood stained the hem of the clothes

Injury for injury

The ferocity of the other party was something he hadn't anticipated.

Generally speaking, swordsmen would only consider exchanging damage with an enemy in extreme circumstances.

I would absolutely not do that unless absolutely necessary.

Faced with someone as "weak" as himself, why would a Heroic Spirit be willing to exchange places with him, even if it meant getting hurt?

Before I could continue thinking, I witnessed an astonishing scene.

(Is the injury healed?)

You can clearly see that the open wound on the shoulder was stitched up directly, leaving no trace of injury.

Upon seeing such a scene for the first time, Iori was clearly momentarily stunned.

But the approaching blade left him no time to be stunned.

Its body swayed, tracing a semi-circular arc in its current position.

While dodging the attack, he swung his sword horizontally in a backhand motion.

"Zheng!"

Simply pointing the blade downwards, the horizontal slash was blocked in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat.

Instead, there was a waving fist.

"boom!"

"Well!"

He leaped up suddenly and unleashed a slashing attack with the knife in his other hand.

The fist collided with the blade, injuring the illusory figure but also knocking Iori back.

"Hahoo."

Adjusting her breathing, Iori became certain of something terrifying.

That is, the opponent doesn't seem to care about the fact that they are injured.