Crossover Anime: Starting by fusing with an old sword and summoning Morgan

Alcatel-Las Island, the plaza in front of the central prison block.

Amidst the lingering smell of gunpowder, the massive crater created by Melusin is still steaming.

Most of the Celtic druids and soldiers who were originally stationed here were now stunned by the shockwave, and the rest were so weak that they didn't even have the strength to hold their weapons.

In this desolate ruin, a series of heavy footsteps, like the sound of war drums, echoed from the shadows of the prison gates.

Boom, boom, boom.

With each step, the ground trembled.

Then, a roar filled with wildness and madness exploded in everyone's ears:

"Hooohoo!!! This is interesting! This is so interesting!!"

A giant man, shirtless and with muscles bulging like granite, strode out.

His blond hair danced wildly, his fists were bound by heavy iron chains, and his eyes burned with the most primal desire for battle.

He was a king who came from the age of mythology, and a berserker who tore apart the monster Glendale with his bare hands.

Berserker.

"This smell...this terrifying pressure!"

Beowulf ignored the corpses of his companions around him, his beast-like eyes fixed on Luo Chen, who stood at the forefront of the crowd:

"Not a Servant, not a Demonic Beast... You're more like the 'Strongest Race' in human skin, aren't you?!"

"Hahaha! I thought I was just here to guard the gate, but I never expected to encounter such a top-quality prey!"

"Beowulf..."

Mash raised her shield, her expression grave:

"That's the legendary dragon slayer, and also a berserker most skilled in melee combat. Senior, please be careful!"

"Is this what a watchdog is?"

Mordred slung the sword over his shoulder, somewhat eager to try it out:

"Hey, big guy! Want to fight? My sword is..."

"I'll do it, Xiao Mo."

A hand stopped Mordred.

Luo Chen stepped forward, took off his trench coat, and casually tossed it to Scáthach behind him.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, revealing his strong, muscular forearms.

"Since my opponent is unarmed, wouldn't it be too uncouth for me to use a sword?"

Luo Chen looked at Beowulf, and a flame called "struggle" also ignited in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

That is the purest competitive spirit among male creatures.

"You want to fight me hand-to-hand?"

Beowulf paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a ferocious smile:

"You've got some nerve! You're the first guy who dared to put away his weapon in front of me!"

"Come on! Since you're a dragon, then I'll be the dragon slayer once more! I'll use these fists to smash your scales piece by piece!"

"You can give it a try."

Luo Chen beckoned with his finger.

boom!

The ground beneath Beowulf's feet instantly shattered, and he was launched like a heavy cannonball.

His fist was wreathed in crimson and black magic, the conceptual release of the Noble Phantasm [Grendel Buster]—primitive violence capable of tearing apart any defense.

"Euro!!!"

The giant fist, accompanied by a sonic boom, slammed straight into Luo Chen's face.

Faced with a blow powerful enough to shatter the city gate, Luo Chen simply threw a punch.

BOOM! ...

Two fists collided in mid-air.

A visible white shockwave exploded instantly, shattering the surrounding rocks within a radius of tens of meters into dust.

Mashu and Ritsuka had to lie on the ground to keep their balance.

"What?!"

Beowulf's eyes widened.

He felt as if his punch had landed on a solid planet.

The recoil caused his arm bones to groan in agony, and his hand instantly split open.

The seemingly "thin" human man remained completely still!

"Not bad strength."

Luo Chen maintained his punching stance, his expression calm:

"If this punch were aimed at an ordinary person, it could indeed be fatal."

"pity……"

Luo Chen's arm muscles bulged slightly:

"You are facing the top of the food chain."

"Get back here!"

Luo Chen changed his fist into a palm, grabbed Beowulf's fist with his backhand, pulled him back sharply, and then delivered a powerful knee strike to Beowulf's abdomen.

Beowulf's steel-like abdominal muscles instantly caved in, his whole body arched like a shrimp, and he spat out a mouthful of bitter water.

But it's not over yet.

"It's not over yet, Dragon Slayer."

Luo Chen grabbed his arm and, as if he were swinging a sandbag, slammed the two-meter-tall giant to the ground!

Boom!

The earth groaned once more.

The ground was smashed into a deep crater, and Beowulf was completely embedded in the soil.

"Cough cough... Ha... Haha..."

Beowulf's face was covered in blood, but the madness in his eyes had not subsided; instead, it burned even brighter.

"That was exhilarating! So exhilarating! This is what real fighting should be! This is what battle should be like!"

"Again!!"

He roared as he sprang up from the pit, completely ignoring his injuries, and unleashed a barrage of punches at Luo Chen.

Ora ora ora!

Every punch carried a deadly force.

Luo Chen stood still, using only his right hand to block.

The sound of fists colliding was as dense as raindrops.

"Is that all?"

After dozens of punches, Luo Chen seemed to be getting a little tired of it.

He suddenly stopped defending and let Beowulf punch him in the chest.

However, Luo Chen's body didn't even sway, while Beowulf felt his wrist break.

"What kind of monster are you...?"

Beowulf was utterly shocked.

This guy is an absolute stat monster!

"I've had enough fun."

Luo Chen's eyes turned cold, and he pulled his right arm back, with crimson-gold light condensing on his fist.

"I'll remember that, Beowulf."

"You've killed Grendel, and you've killed dragons."

"but……"

Luo Chen unleashed a punch, creating a vacuum channel in the air:

"You're far from capable of hunting me!"

boom--------!!!

The punch landed squarely on Beowulf's chest.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of violent kinetic energy erupted.

Beowulf was sent flying backwards at such a speed that his afterimage was barely visible.

He crashed through the outer wall of the prison, smashed through the forecourt bunker, and finally—

Bang!

It was deeply embedded in the wall next to the thick alloy gate of the main prison building.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The audience was silent.

"this……"

Mordred stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his face filled with disbelief.

"Dad... was hand-to-hand combat really this intense?"

Scáthach, clutching Luo Chen's coat, gazed at his retreating figure, her infatuation deepening.

"This sheer violence... is truly captivating."

On the wall, Beowulf struggled to lift his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

His sternum was almost completely shattered, and his spirit origin was on the verge of collapse.

But instead of being angry, he looked at Luo Chen and gave a smile of complete acceptance:

"Cough cough... Impressive..."

"Without using any special artifacts...without using magic...you beat me up like this with just your fists..."

"You have won, Dragon King."

"Go in... the person you're looking for... is at the very back."

After saying that, the berserker tilted his head and returned to the Throne of Heroes.

Luo Chen flicked his wrist, took the coat Scáthach handed him, and put it back on.

He turned around and looked at Rama behind him, who was trembling with excitement.

"The road is open."

Luo Chen pointed to the large door:

"Go, young man."

"Your bride is waiting for you."