With a sharp sound of "clang,"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Two black shadows collided, producing a brilliant burst of light.
Kaguya floated down from the air, and when she saw the figure before her, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
The figure in front of her wasn't the Lancer she had imagined, but rather a being shrouded entirely in black smoke. Because of the thick smoke, the figure's face was obscured, but he appeared tall and thin, wearing European medieval-style armor.
Everyone present was startled. None of them had realized there was another presence around them. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air, and his ability to hide had surpassed their expectations.
"Hey, you can discern his class and abilities, right? What level is he?" The King of Conquerors suddenly looked down and asked Waver.
"I don't know. I can't see anything." Waver shook his head, his eyes wide open as he stared at the armored figure, cold sweat involuntarily running down his cheeks.
"What? You're at least my Master," the King of Conquerors said, somewhat disappointed. "You should at least be able to tell what he's good at and what he's not."
"I can't see it," Waver replied. "That black guy—he's definitely a Servant, but I can't figure out his level or class at all."
Saber, standing nearby, fixed her gaze on the armored figure and said in a low voice, "That Servant seems to have a special ability or curse that confuses his attributes. But that's not all. Under the gaze of four opponents, he still doesn't seem hesitant, meaning he's confident. But he—"
The black smoke enveloping his body was his ability, "For Someone's Glory." In short, it concealed his class and abilities, making them impossible to discern.
But that was only for others. Under Kaguya's eye techniques, his ability was laid bare. Even without using her eye techniques, she could tell his identity. He was Berserker, Lancelot, and the Servant of Kariya Matou.
But why was he attacking her now? She hadn't done anything to provoke him, had she? Kaguya frowned.
Berserker didn't give Kaguya time to think. He suddenly pushed off the ground, shooting toward her like a black lightning bolt.
Kaguya's eyes narrowed, and she extended her hand, softly saying, "Projection."
A long sword appeared in her hand—it was her commonly used weapon, the Kusanagi Sword.
But just as the Kusanagi Sword materialized, the black figure was already upon her.
"Clang!"
A deafening sound rang out as dazzling sparks flew in all directions.
Berserker's fist smashed fiercely against Kaguya's sword, and the immense force sent Kaguya flying back seven or eight meters before she could stop.
As expected of a Berserker, all his attributes had been significantly enhanced, especially his strength, which had reached rank A.
After landing a hit, Berserker followed up with another attack. His black fist, carrying a fierce gust of wind, shot toward Kaguya's chest.
Kaguya slid her foot, sidestepping as Berserker rushed past her. She narrowly dodged his punch while swinging her sword in a sweeping motion. If it hit, the Kusanagi Sword would sever Berserker's torso.
To her surprise, Berserker reacted swiftly, pulling his fist back almost instantly. At the same time, he turned and kicked her sword.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew again.
Berserker's attack was powerful, but Kaguya was no pushover. Even so, the immense force sent him flying.
But it wasn't over. Kaguya's eyes opened wide, and she raised her arm. An invisible force burst forth.
Universal Pull (Bansho Ten'in)!
Berserker, still in mid-air, was abruptly halted, as if frozen, and his body began to drift toward Kaguya against his will.
At the same time, Kaguya's mouth opened, and a scorching flame spewed out.
Fire Style: Great Fire Destruction!
The intense flames turned into a blazing inferno upon contact with the air, instantly engulfing Berserker in a sea of fire.
"This is..." Saber's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Kaguya from afar and softly muttered, "Could she be a Caster?"
At that moment, an urgent voice rang out.
"Get out of the way!"
Simultaneously, a cold light shot through the night sky like a long rainbow, aiming straight for Kaguya's back.
It was Lancer, attacking under a Command Spell's order.
Kaguya's watery eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed across them as a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Dare to sneak attack me? That's courting death.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew again.
A long blade appeared in midair, blocking the path of the spear aimed at Kaguya's back. In a shower of sparks, it intercepted Lancer's thrust.
Kaguya was slightly surprised and then said with some displeasure, "King of Conquerors, did I ask you to help me? Mind your own business."
"Haha, I just didn't want the battle between kings to be disrupted by some petty people," the King of Conquerors laughed heartily. "Otherwise, how can we fully enjoy the fight? That would be such a pity."
It turned out that the King of Conquerors had just blocked Lancer's sneak attack on Kaguya.
The King of Conquerors turned around and called out loudly to the distance, "Lancer's Master, I don't know where you're hiding, but don't taint this knightly battle with underhanded tactics. Have Lancer retreat. If you shame him any further, I will assist—what's your name again?" The King of Conquerors turned to Kaguya.
Kaguya, veins bulging on her forehead, tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Kaguya."
"Ah, I will assist Kaguya, and together we'll crush your Servant. So, what will you do now?" The King of Conquerors smiled, hands on his hips.
"Tsk," Kenneth, hidden in the shadows, grumbled in frustration. "Lancer, retreat."
Watching as Lancer gradually dissipated into particles of light, the King of Conquerors smiled and said, "Looks like one guy has left the stage."
Just then, a shadow burst out from the flames, holding a black pole in hand, leaping high into the air, and slammed it down toward Kaguya with force.
"Hmph," Kaguya snorted coldly, "So, you're still alive? Looks like my attacks were too gentle."
With that, she raised her arm, fingers clenched together.
"Projection: Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, countless fist shadows broke through the air, turning into a storm of phantoms. Like a tsunami, they swept across the sky, crashing toward the incoming Berserker with immense force.