Chapter 120: Deadly Struggle

Chapter 120: Deadly Struggle

This is an internal war between Celtic heroes.

It is a duel between masters of spearmanship.

On one side is the unrivaled first spear of the knights of Fianna, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

On the other side is the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach, who has stepped into the realm of gods as a human and has slain multiple deities.

The surging magical power shakes the atmosphere.

The clashing spears scorch the cold winter night.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

Each step they take breaks through the ground.

Each swing of their weapons creates a gust of wind that topples walls.

But the figures of the two amid the collision are elusive, making it difficult for either Shinji or Kenneth to capture them.

Lancer is ranked as the swiftest among the seven classes of Servants, and the Servant known as Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, whose true name is Lancer, lives up to that class. His Agility attribute is the highest in this Holy Grail War—A+.

However, this highest attribute is not unique. Another person possesses the same speed as Lancer, and she is the current opponent of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Scáthach, who manifests as the Assassin class.

The battle between two powerful warriors who have reached the limits of Servant speed is the reason for this spectacle.

The sound of the north wind echoes lowly.

The violent acts that defy the laws of physics make the atmosphere scream in hysteria.

The abandoned factory is shrouded in the raging gusts of wind, suffering merciless destruction, and gradually being reduced to ruins.

Only five minutes have passed, and the reinforced concrete structure chosen by Kenneth as a stronghold collapses with a thunderous roar.

Yet, the two humanoid monsters causing all of this remain unfazed, standing atop the debris, confronting each other without showing fatigue.

Scáthach casually twirls a spear flower in her hand, her lips curling into a provocative smile.

"The renowned knights of the Fianna Order truly live up to their reputation. If it weren't for that tragedy, you would have surely mastered the 'God Slayer'."

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne responds with a similar smile. It's hard to imagine the refined and gentle him wearing such madness, even with a touch of ferocity.

It was unclear whether they had gone through ten rounds or a hundred rounds.

Scáthach had a wound on her waist.

Diarmuid's chest bloomed with blood.

The physical injuries did not slow down their attacks but made the battle even more perilous. Like two wounded beasts, they completely unleashed their ferocity.

At this moment, even if the Master were to command them to cease fighting with a Command Spell, it would be difficult to suppress the boiling fighting spirit of these two heroes.

The forehead, the throat, the heart—wherever it was fatal, the spears aimed there.

The spears thrust incessantly, leaving no room for even a sliver of opportunity.

Rapid thrusts at high speeds left no afterimages.

The two swiftly moved within a tiny range, unleashing dozens or even hundreds of attacks within a single breath.

If either side fell slightly out of rhythm, it would be the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

Blood continued to drip from the bodies of the two Servants—perhaps from their arms, thighs, backs, or even their cheeks.

In this fast-paced battle, Scáthach had no opportunity to release her Noble Phantasm's true name, and Diarmuid's Red Rose of Exorcism was unable to unleash its special effects.

The strategy chosen by both Diarmuid and Scáthach was a deliberate decision. They opted not to use their Noble Phantasms and instead relied solely on their spear techniques to determine the winner.

As the battle progressed, the amount of blood flowing from both of them increased. The striking red color of Diarmuid's armor and the black color of Scáthach's tight-fitting attire blended due to the bloodstains.

Suddenly, with a clang, a beautiful rose-like spear fell to the ground—the Red Rose of Diarmuid.

This was a technique invented by Scáthach, transitioning from a straight thrust to a sweeping strike aimed at Diarmuid's wrist.

It was a blow that Diarmuid couldn't dodge. The Red Rose was a long spear, and its transformations were not as quick as the short spear. Although Scáthach's impromptu move didn't carry much force, the strike hit its mark accurately. Diarmuid's nerves were injured, causing him to lose strength in his right hand and lose his grip on the Red Rose, just as he had wounded Saber a few days earlier.

Unlike a few days ago, Diarmuid didn't feel anxious or in pain because of losing the use of his hand. Instead, he revealed a smile that seemed to suggest victory was within his grasp.

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