They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 232 Who says magicians can't fight in close combat?
He couldn't understand.

From the time he could remember, his life had been a grueling ordeal.

In the church, he studied baptism and mysteries with extraordinary perseverance, which most people could not endure, and engraved the doctrines of faith into his very bones.

Later, in order to explore the "emptiness" that had troubled him all his life, he followed his father's arrangement, became a disciple of Tokiomi Tohsaka, entered the world of magic, and participated in this Holy Grail War.

But he never truly immersed himself in magic; to him, it was merely a tool, another path to the answer.

He wasn't a genius; he just put in dozens of times more effort than others. But every time he was just one step away from mastering something, he would move on to the next area without hesitation.

Therefore, although they seem to be multi-talented, they can't actually reach the top level in anything they do.

Even the boxing style he had been practicing was the same...

Nevertheless, when he realized that the man opposite him had easily surpassed his more than ten years of cultivation, he still felt a strange emotion rising in his heart.

He knew of Kenneth's genius; even his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka, always spoke of Kenneth with undisguised admiration and appreciation.

The youngest monarch of the Clock Tower, a first-class lecturer in the Spellcasting Department... all these labels point to an absolute genius in the field of magic.

Kirei Kotomine didn't care about this.

Because he was just a half-baked magician, like an eagle unable to comprehend the vastness of the deep sea.

But now, just now, that magician shrouded in a halo used his most prized and painstakingly honed martial arts skills to completely shatter his more than ten years of arduous training in an almost crushing and absolutely superior manner.

There was not a trace of luck involved; it was neither a clever scheme nor a trick.

His opponent's boxing technique, in terms of both the skill of generating power and the refinement of force, surpassed his own.

Why? How could a monarch who dedicated his life to the study of demonic arts possess such terrifying attainments in the field of martial arts?

This is completely illogical...

This immense shock, stemming from the collapse of his worldview, seemed to fill the eternal "emptiness" in his heart with this sense of absurdity.

He finally understood the true meaning of the word "genius" that his teacher had spoken of: a talent that could easily bridge the gap that others had to work hard for their entire lives, a radiance that could make all strivers despair.

"I'll give you a chance, how about surrendering?"

Kenneth's voice came calmly, without sarcasm or pity, as if stating a given fact.

He stood there, the silver [Moon Spirit Essence Liquid] had regained its stability, flowing slowly around him like a cold, living moon, radiating a heart-palpitating magical fluctuation.

surrender?

Kirei Kotomine slowly raised his head, and for the first time, a complex expression appeared on his usually expressionless face.

No.

I would rather die than accept that!
The next instant, the bright red Command Seal on the back of his only remaining, intact left hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light!

It wasn't one, but two Command Seals detonated simultaneously, transforming into a torrent of magical power that poured into the void.

"By the name of the Command Spell, Assassin, slay my enemies!"

This is the final gamble, a cry that burns with the soul!
The shadows behind Kenneth suddenly twisted and boiled, and a figure emerged from it that was more solid and ominous than any of the previous clones.

No longer a hazy illusion, but the true form of Hassan the Hundred Faces, he combined the power and existence of all his clones into one, transforming it into his strongest attack.

Without a word, the moment they appeared was the start of the attack!
Hassan's figure was like an elongated black lightning bolt. He abandoned all stealth techniques and poured all his power and speed into this pure thrust.

The poisoned dagger in his hand drew a dazzling, poignant arc in the moonlight, aimed straight at Kenneth's heart.

But the next moment, Kenneth's figure shattered like a reflection on water...

"Too rough..."

"With this level of skill, you dare to call yourself 'Assassin'?" Before Hassan could react, Kenneth's voice rang softly in his ear.

Hassan tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Because the assassination was already complete...

puff.

A faint, almost inaudible thud.

The hidden blade formed from the liquefied moon spirit essence pierced Hassan's chest with pinpoint accuracy, its tip emerging from his front without a trace of blood, only the faint magical glow emanating from the rapidly disintegrating pierced spirit core.

"you……"

Hassan looked down in disbelief at the fatal wound in his chest and at Kenneth, who had delivered the blow.

That ghostly footwork that blended into the shadows, and that assassination technique…

This is not the fighting style of a magician; this is clearly the skill of a true master assassin who has mastered the art to perfection!
Who exactly is this guy?

"Ha~"

Kenneth let out a soft, ambiguous laugh, without answering the dying man's question.

With a flick of his wrist, the rapier formed from the [Moon Spirit Essence Liquid] instantly disintegrated, turning into a stream of light that returned to his side, transforming back into the protective moon wheel.

His Chinese martial arts skills, as well as his superb assassination experience, naturally came from his counterpart in another world.

He inherited the life experience and memories of several master assassins from Assassin's Creed, the exquisite fist techniques passed down for thousands of years in the Under One Person world, and the practical combat experience gained from countless life-and-death battles in the Naruto world.

All these skills, combined with magical enhancements to the body, result in extraordinary physical abilities...

If it's just a Servant of Hassan's Hundred Faces caliber, dealing with them wouldn't be difficult...

Kirei Kotomine remained silent as he watched helplessly as his servant was instantly killed in a single battle.

He lost, and lost utterly.

He took a deep breath, the cold air rushing into his lungs, bringing a burning sting.

He knew he had no chance of winning, but he didn't intend to flee in a sorry state.

At this moment, amidst this utter defeat, Kirei Kotomine felt for the first time an emotion beyond "emptiness."

Since the life of a human named Kirei Kotomine is meaningless, let him find a moment of satisfaction in this meaningless end...

"Hoaaaaah—!"

With a furious roar, Kirei Kotomine, dragging his completely useless right arm, used his remaining left hand to support himself on the ground and suddenly stood up.

He channeled all the remaining strength in his body into his legs and launched a suicidal charge, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Faced with this final, desperate struggle, Kenneth shook his head. Based on his understanding of the priest, this fight to the death was by no means for the sake of so-called loyalty or righteousness.

Rather, it was this empty-hearted man, at the end of his rope, who offered this as his own funeral…

In a typical drama, he would have used his fists to fight this guy at this point, demonstrating the demeanor of a strongman and his benevolence.

Unfortunately, he was a pragmatist...

The next moment, the liquid moon spirit marrow surrounding him transformed into spikes.

Puff puff--!
Amidst the rapid piercing sounds, Kirei Kotomine's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, riddled with holes in an instant, and he collapsed helplessly to his knees...

(End of this chapter)