Emiya held his dual swords, jumped into the air, and slashed down without hesitation.
"Crane Wing Triple Combo!"
This was originally a Noble Phantasm of the heroic spirit, Emiya Alter.
The move itself was based on Emiya's original fighting technique, turned into a weapon.
Though not overwhelming in raw power, this kind of precise combo strike can deal serious damage—especially when it catches the opponent off guard.
"Not good!"
Zhao Wuji felt something was wrong and quickly activated his soul power shield.
No matter what, he couldn't lose face in front of the students.
But just then, a blue figure appeared right in front of him.
"Your heart—I'll take it!"
It was Cu Chulainn.
He held his red spear firmly, the deadly tip gleaming coldly.
As the saying goes: first comes a flash of light, then the spear strikes like a dragon!
Cu Chulainn's spear technique had reached the peak of perfection.
Zhao Wuji hadn't expected a second attacker beneath Emiya.
So, his soul power shield came just a second too late.
A red flash struck first!
Cu Chulainn drove his spear straight toward Zhao Wuji's heart.
At the same time, Emiya was descending from above, his blades poised to strike.
"Soul Power Burst!"
A massive wave of energy exploded from Zhao Wuji's body.
This was his way of brute-forcing a defense—dumping soul power without restraint.
It wasn't the most elegant tactic, but in terms of raw effectiveness, it got the job done.
And right now, Zhao Wuji had an overwhelming advantage in soul power compared to Emiya and Cu Chulainn.
Boom!
Just as the two attackers closed in, they were blasted backward by the wave of energy.
"Geez, do you really care that much about winning?"
Cu Chulainn grumbled mid-air.
This soul power burst… was probably more than his entire reserve combined.
"Hmph! I was already about to land a clean hit. You're the one who rushed in and ruined everything!"
Emiya glared at Cu Chulainn.
Cu Chulainn shot him a look that screamed, Are you even listening to yourself right now?
"You are such a %#@!"
Cu Chulainn snapped, using a Cybertronian-style censor effect to protest.
Emiya just shrugged. "Not my problem."
Their combined attack had failed.
It was clear—they were not exactly the most cooperative team.
And judging by this, they probably wouldn't get along much better in future battles either.
After all… red and blue have always been—well—rivals.
The two were blasted all the way back to their starting positions.
"Ugh, that really hurt..."
Because Emiya had pulled back, the twin blades in Zhao Wuji's back disappeared.
He reached behind and touched the spot where they had struck.
To make it suitable for the local release, his blood had been colored green.
"Ni-chan, let's go!"
Illya shouted with excitement and ran forward with her tiny legs.
Shirou Emiya could only sigh and follow her.
"Reinforce!"
Green glowing lines lit up across his arms.
This was Shirou Emiya's way of channeling his martial spirit.
Unlike others who relied on brute strength, Emiya leaned more toward long-range, practical weaponry—thanks to training under both his father and the terrifying Berserker.
That harsh training gave Emiya one particular edge:
He was used to fighting people stronger than him.
Zhao Wuji's fist came flying toward him—
but Emiya's strengthened body sidestepped easily, slipping past every blow.
Then, he countered.
Boom!
His fist landed on Zhao Wuji. Once. Then again.
Zhao Wuji attacked again, but Emiya danced around the blows with light footwork.
Compared to his father's unpredictable attacks and speed, Zhao Wuji's movements were... honestly, a bit sluggish.
"Ugh... slower than Dad,"
Emiya thought with a frown.
Meanwhile, Tang San had just released another Blue Silver Entanglement, but his eyes were completely fixed on Emiya's amazing moves.
"Wow… Emiya Shirou is this powerful?"
Tang San was in awe.
Beside him, Xiao Wu shouted in excitement, cheering Emiya on.
"Hehe! Ni-chan is fighting! I can't just stand here!"
Illya giggled and skipped forward.
A glowing red staff formed in her hand as countless light particles gathered in her palm.
Full Compact Mode, activated!
A brilliant aura surrounded Illya as a corridor of magic expanded behind her.
Holy light shined all over her.
"Henshin!"
It was meant to sound powerful, but coming from Illya's soft voice, it was... incredibly cute.
Her outfit transformed with a radiant glow.
A pink and white magical girl costume appeared, pure and elegant, like a little angel.
Her white boots pointed down, and her short pink dress sparkled in the light.
Delicate wing-like ribbons fluttered behind her.
Her bright smile made Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu want to rush up and hug her.
Even the cold Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but feel a little charmed.
The adorable angel Illya had arrived!
She bounced lightly on her feet, then took to the air.
"Look at me—Illya attack!"
She swung her red staff and released a wave of light toward Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji, still dealing with Shirou Emiya's constant attacks, had no time to react.
He had no idea Illya was even attacking.
All he felt was another strike hit him from behind.
Thinking it was just another sneaky student, he turned and threw a punch—
Not realizing that right in front of him was Illya.
Illya, who had never fought before, had flown a little too close to the action.
And now, standing in front of her—
Was Zhao Wuji's massive, sandbag-sized fist.
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