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Chapter 231 Kirei Kotomine

An assassin?
Seeing these dark figures emerging from every corner of the castle's shadow, Kenneth's face showed no surprise whatsoever; instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

That's actually a useful tactic...

First, use the Hero King's exaggerated entrance to attract everyone's attention, then have the powerful Queen lure the Hero King away, creating the illusion of a separation between master and servant.

Then, the assassin, who had been lying in wait, seized this fleeting window of opportunity and launched a fatal attack on the lone Master.

In most people's minds, the Masters in the Holy Grail War should be fighting individually.

However, this was within his expectations, since the assassin's master was Tokiomi Tohsaka's disciple, Kirei Kotomine.

A man who wears the robes of a clergyman but whose heart is empty and devoid of meaning.

How...boring...

Kenneth didn't even lift his eyelids, as if the poisoned daggers coming from all directions were just a gentle breeze.

The next moment, the stone slab beneath his feet, bathed in moonlight, suddenly came to life.

[Moon Spirit Essence Liquid]!
The silver liquid metal was no longer a static defense, but transformed into the most proactive and ferocious killing machine.

Countless sharp, silver spikes, like a thorny forest bursting forth from the depths of hell, suddenly shot out in all directions from Kenneth's center!

Each spike was aimed precisely at the heart of one of Hassan's clones, moving so fast that it even drew a sharp whistling sound through the air!
Hassan's reactions almost exceeded the limits of human neural reflexes.

At the critical moment, they forcibly twisted their bodies in a way that defied the laws of physics, their toes barely touching the ground as their bodies floated backward like weightless leaves, narrowly avoiding the deadly silver jungle.

However, this is just the beginning.

In the instant that Hassan and his companions were unsteady on their feet, several ancient and mysterious runes flashed across the ground beneath their feet. These were runes representing "wind" and "fire," traps that Kenneth had set using the Moon Spirit Essence when he stepped out of the castle.

"boom--!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, but rather a muffled explosion.

The violent airflow and scorching flames compressed instantly, then exploded violently, forming a high-temperature energy field that completely engulfed the several Hassan clones that had just landed.

But just then, from the shadows on the other side, several even deeper, dark streaks of light pierced the night sky, carrying an ominous power specifically designed to suppress demonic energy, and roared in.

However, their target was not Kenneth himself, but the patch of [Moon Spirit Essence Liquid] that had just ravaged his feet.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Several crisp impacts rang out as the black keyblades accurately struck the core area of ​​the silver liquid.

The next moment, the gem embedded at the top of the black key shattered, releasing a violent and chaotic magical shock, similar to a high-voltage current!
"Zi la——!"

Struck by this specifically targeted force, the [Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid], which was originally as nimble and agile as an extension of its own arm, suddenly trembled.

It was as if it had been injected with a sophisticated program of a malignant virus, and it had fallen into a brief but fatal state of malfunction.

The silvery luster dimmed instantly, and all activity came to an abrupt halt.

The magical link between Kenneth and his Supreme Regalia has been forcibly severed!
A tall figure, wielding the same black keys, burst out of the shadows and charged straight at Kenneth.

He was dressed in the black attire of a church agent, his face was cold and his eyes were empty, like a puppet without any emotion.

It was none other than Kirei Kotomine.

The black keys of the Holy Church are not ordinary objects; they are conceptual weapons woven from pure magic, and their purpose is to confront, judge, and exorcise all beings that the Church deems "demons."

This time, Kirei Kotomine's black keys are inlaid with high-purity magic gems carefully prepared by his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka. The function of these gems is not to enhance power, but rather to act as a "disruptor," releasing "noise" upon shattering that is enough to disrupt the intricate magic circuits.

Even the supreme ceremonial attire passed down through nine generations of clock tower monarchs would inevitably experience a momentary pause in the face of such a specialized means of restraint.

This situation is particularly fatal for magicians who are highly skilled and rely heavily on their own magic system!
Because they are scholars and researchers, not battle-hardened warriors.

Their thinking is accustomed to solving problems through complex techniques and exquisite costumes. Faced with this sudden close combat and the predicament of their strongest reliance suddenly failing, they often fall into a momentary mental blank.

For a top-tier martial artist like Kirei Kotomine, that brief moment of silence was enough for him to decide the outcome of the battle!
he came!
Kirei Kotomine's body sank slightly, his feet gripping the ground firmly like tree roots.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, and an explosive force surged from the ground, passing through his ankles, knees, and hips.

He suddenly twisted his waist and turned his body, making his entire upper body like a fully drawn bow, and then concentrated all his strength into one point, blasting out the ultimate move of Bajiquan - Iron Mountain Lean - towards Kenneth's chest!

This blow is enough to kill a fully grown bull on the spot!

The air was compressed by his massive body, emitting a muffled, mournful sound.

However, just when Kirei Kotomine thought he had it in the bag, he suddenly realized that the monarch of the Clock Tower didn't even have a ripple on his face.

The next instant, he made a move that made Kirei Kotomine's pupils shrink abruptly—he also sank down, twisted his waist, and concentrated his strength in his shoulders.

The moves were the same, but Kenneth's power was smoother and more refined, as if it had been honed through countless trials, using every bit of strength to the fullest extent without any waste!

For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Kirei Kotomine's face.

"Oh!"

Their shoulders collided mid-air without any flourish, the air instantly compressed, producing a dull, teeth-grinding thud.

Then it exploded instantly!

Centered on the two, a violent shockwave spread out, sending dust and rubble flying! The stone slabs beneath their feet cracked instantly, as if struck by a battering ram!
Immediately afterwards, Kirei Kotomine's perpetually icy face froze completely.

An immense, savage force, far exceeding his expectations, surged from the other's shoulder, instantly shattering his carefully honed stance.

He felt as if his shoulder had struck a truly majestic and immovable mountain made of fine steel!
"Click"

With a sharp crack, his shoulder blade let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain!

My entire arm went numb instantly, my chest felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, a sweet taste rose in my throat, and a mouthful of blood rushed up my throat!

He could no longer stand firmly on his feet, and like a stone that had been kicked away, he staggered back seven or eight steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the hard stone slab. Finally, he managed to steady himself in a disheveled state, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He stared in horror at Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.

How can it be? !
Kirei Kotomine's heart was in turmoil.

This man… this noble-born, elegant monarch who stands at the pinnacle of the magic world… is actually a martial arts master?!

Moreover, judging from that attack just now, the opponent's mastery of Bajiquan was clearly superior to his.

But how is this possible?
Because of his father, he started practicing this boxing style when he was young, and has been doing so for more than ten years without ever slacking off.

Only by tempering the body and refining the spirit can one achieve such cultivation.

Judging from Kenneth's physique, there was no sign of him exercising; he had simply strengthened his body with enhancement magic.

But if that's all there is to it, how could the other party possibly have mastered such a skill?

Is this what they call a genius?
(End of this chapter)