Tang San's Blue Silver Entanglement... well, let's just say it wasn't doing much. His martial soul was always considered subpar in actual combat.
Even during the Soul Master Competition, with buffs stacked on buffs, it barely held up.
And now? Completely useless.
The fragile blue silver grass tried to wrap around Zhao Wuji's arms and legs. Dozens of vines whipped forward, but Zhao Wuji just stood there, unimpressed.
"What's the point of this?" he muttered.
Then he flexed.
Snap!
The vines tore apart like wet tissue paper—actually, even paper might've held up better.
Zhao Wuji sighed. "Like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts."
Tang San winced but quickly consoled himself.
"Master said there's no such thing as a useless martial soul. Only a useless soul master. Yeah… that's right..."
Suddenly—
Swish! Swish!
A dark blur darted across the field. It was Zhu Zhuqing!
Her graceful form appeared in front of Zhao Wuji, and in a flash, sharp claws formed in her hands—her Nether Spirit Cat martial soul on full display.
She slashed.
Zhao Wuji raised his arms to block. Her strikes landed, fast and fierce. For most opponents, this would've been fatal.
But Zhao Wuji? A Soul Saint?
The attacks left only faint white marks on his arms. The defense was just too high.
"Hmph. That all you got?" Zhao Wuji grunted.
Then, with a swift motion, he swung his arm.
He may not be fast, but when your strength is off the charts, everything is fast.
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't dodge in time. His arm collided with her midsection, launching her backward.
He held back, of course. She only suffered light injuries.
But before she hit the ground—
A blue figure appeared like a gust of wind.
She landed softly, safely—right into Cu Chulainn's arms.
"You know, Miss, maybe let your most loyal hound go first next time," Cu Chulainn grinned, holding her gently.
Zhu Zhuqing stared at his profile. Her cheeks turned crimson.
He set her down carefully.
Swish!
A red spear materialized in his hand.
"Now, just sit tight, Miss," Cu Chulainn said, his red eyes glowing with intensity. "Your hound's going to fetch the prey."
"…Okay," Zhu Zhuqing whispered, barely audible.
Cu Chulainn blurred into motion.
"Eh? He's going too?" Emiya raised an eyebrow. "Can't let him steal the spotlight."
He gave up spectating and stepped forward.
In a flash, two swords—one red, one white—formed in his hands.
He leapt high toward Zhao Wuji.
Ning Rongrong, watching from the sidelines, was stunned.
"Wait… he's actually trying now?"
She smiled.
"Good. Let them see what he can really do."
Cu Chulainn and Emiya rushed in at the same time.
"Hey, blue puppy, scoot over. You're blocking my shot," Emiya smirked at Cu Chulainn.
"Huh? You serious? You better move before I 'accidentally' stab you."
Cu Chulainn rolled his eyes.
Emiya snorted.
Then suddenly—
He leapt, crossing his arms and hurling the twin blades forward.
"Oh? Throwing your martial soul?" Zhao Wuji scoffed. "At that speed? Not even close."
To him, this felt like child's play. He raised his fists to swat the weapons away—
BOOM!
Just as he moved, the blades suddenly curved mid-air, dodging his block with unnatural precision.
"!?"
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.
Then—Emiya was already in front of him.
He'd used the opening perfectly.
Zhao Wuji's fists were out of position. He was wide open.
For a moment, he locked eyes with Emiya—sharp, calm, predator-like. It reminded him of an eagle soaring high above, waiting to strike.
Then, in Emiya's hands—
The same swords reappeared.
He hadn't just thrown them.
He'd projected them.
Zhao Wuji finally understood.
"So he predicted my moves ahead of time… this guy's dangerous."
He grinned.
"These kids are impressive!"
But he wasn't going to lose just yet.
"Soul skill—activate!"
A soul ring flared behind him.
Emiya tried to strike, but the pressure from Zhao Wuji's power hit like a hurricane, pinning him down.
He gritted his teeth.
"So this… is the gap between us…"
Zhao Wuji was about to finish him off when—
Stab!
Pain exploded across his back.
Zhao Wuji staggered, confused.
He glanced behind—
The blades.
They hadn't just vanished. They'd circled back and embedded into his back while he focused on the Emiya in front of him.
He laughed bitterly.
"Damn. Got me good."
Then he looked up.
Emiya still stood before him, hands raised in victory.
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