FATE: Target of Grand Master

"One hundred and thirty-six!"

A loud male voice rang out, and then a lion-headed Ulridim was sent flying.

"One hundred and twelve!"

Another, younger-sounding man then shouted, before piercing the throat of one of the Mushuhuxiu.

"Wow~ I've broken 100 too!"

Another pleasant "male" voice rang out, and the giant spear in his hand chopped off the head of a Soul Eater.

The three of them played like they were in a competition, announcing a number after each monster they killed, and they seemed to enjoy it immensely.

The two people being protected by the three were a man and a woman.

The blood and gore of the monsters splattered around them by the bloodshed was kept away by an invisible hemispherical shield in the air, so not a single drop touched the two of them.

"Strategist, I think that's enough. If we let them keep fighting, it'll be dark by then."

With her hair dyed back to black, Diao Yunshang sat listlessly on the ground, playing Go with a twig and the man next to her.

The man beside her pushed up his glasses and chuckled, "Princess, the lord and the others seem to be having a great time. It's not a good time to stop them. Oh, I win."

"I'm not playing anymore, it's boring. Strategist, you didn't even know to let me win."

Diao Yunshang threw the branch aside, rested her chin on her hands, and sat on the ground, lost in thought.

The man picked up a branch, preparing to persuade Diao Yunshang to play a new game, when he suddenly pulled Diao Yunshang up from the ground and shielded her behind him.

boom--!

The three people outside also looked in the same direction, where a huge pirate ship charged straight into the encirclement of monsters, knocking more than a dozen monsters away.

Diao Yunshang could confirm from the angle of the attack that the other party's target was not them. The fact that they were able to attack when they were surrounded (at least from the outside) suggests that the other party had good intentions.

Feng Yan stood at the bow of the boat and called out to Diao Yunshang below, "Need any help?"

"If you can help, that would be wonderful," Diao Yunshang replied.

Feng Yan nodded, then raised his right hand.

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, a large number of black spears rained down from the sky, killing most of the three layers of monsters that had surrounded the area.

The three people who were originally competing to see who could kill the monsters suddenly widened their eyes. This killing efficiency was faster than all three of them combined.

However, unlike the other two, Lu Bu turned his head and glanced at Diao Yunshang, their eyes meeting. Both of them read each other's meaning from their eyes.

This attack method looks familiar!

At this moment, Feng Yan, standing on the "Queen Anne's Revenge," was smiling and secretly enjoying himself. Looking at the corpses of the monsters below and the shocked gazes of the Servants surrounding the female Master, he felt a thrill that only someone who had commanded Morgan could understand.

Of course, Feng Yan did this not just to show off.

In the negotiations with the opposing Master, Feng Yan hoped to take the initiative. The best way to do so was to demonstrate that he was stronger than the opponent, especially given the valor of the opponent's Servants.

That concludes today's competition.

Lu Bu flicked the blood off his halberd and ordered the other two followers beside him, "Go and clean up the rest."

"Yes, my lord."

The man holding the yellow dragon-shaped sickle clasped his hands in acceptance of the order.

"Whoosh~ Wen Yuan, let's have a competition next, but we'll start counting from zero."

Zhang Liao glanced at Red Hare, which was breathing heavily and looked eager to fight, and laughed, "Alright, if you can beat me, I'll have the strategist conjure up ten extra catties of carrots for you tonight."

"It's a deal!"

Red Hare excitedly wielded its giant spear and, utterly lacking any competitive spirit, charged ahead of the remaining monsters.

Lu Bu, standing to the side, laughed and said, "Wen Yuan, you're really getting better and better at controlling this beast."

"Forgive my bluntness, but my lord, you are sometimes too concerned with saving face. Although Red Hare is... well... somewhat mutated, its martial prowess is unparalleled. If you can master it, it will surely become a great asset to you."

"I understand the reasoning, but this beast insists on calling himself 'Lu Bu,' which I simply cannot tolerate."

Seeing that Lü Bu rarely showed such a disgusted expression, Zhang Liao laughed and said, "My lord, the art of war says, 'When you see something as empty, make it appear real; when you see something as real, make it appear empty.' Having Red Hare impersonate you might sometimes have a surprising effect."

Lu Bu looked at Zhang Liao with an expression that said, "Are you serious?"

"Wen Yuan, have you forgotten? This guy is a horse. Okay, now he should be called a centaur. Even if someone's impersonating me, at least it has to be a 'person,' right? Who would believe this centaur is Lü Bu?"

"My lord, your martial prowess far surpasses that of humans. If you were to be enhanced by legends, it wouldn't be impossible for you to take on a non-human form."

"No. This is the one thing I absolutely cannot accept."

"Lu Bu, what are you talking about? Come here!"

Upon hearing Diao Yunshang's call, Lü Bu ended the conversation and quickly walked to his master's side.

Picking up Diao Yunshang in a princess carry, and then lending his shoulder to the bespectacled strategist, Lü Bu bent his knees and leaped directly onto the deck of the "Queen Anne's Revenge".

Feng Yan wasn't too surprised to see this scene. After all, the halberd in the man's hand had already revealed his identity. Even if he wasn't Berserker from the Type-Moon universe, Lu Bu was still Lu Bu.

The man with brown skin who was leaning on Lü Bu and wearing glasses was naturally Chen Gong.

The horse that had rushed to the other side of the pirate ship and was excitedly fighting the enemy was Red Hare. However, Feng Yan did not recognize the young man with two scars on his face who was standing next to it, holding a yellow dragon hook sickle.

"My name is Diao Yunshang. Thank you for your help. May I ask how I should address you?"

Diao Yunshang, who jumped down from Lü Bu's arms, revealed a perfect smile.

At this moment, there were only two Servants standing next to Feng Yan: Diarmuid and Blackbeard. After glancing at them, Diao Yunshang immediately confirmed that neither of them were Servants capable of firing black spears, so the other party was deliberately hiding their strength.

"Feng Yan. Actually, even without my intervention, your Servants should have been able to handle it, right? After all, you have someone like Lu Bu who stands at the pinnacle of human martial prowess."

Diao Yunshang looked at Lü Bu beside her and said, "Lü Bu, he's praising you. It's rare to find a Master who doesn't immediately show hostility upon seeing you."

Lu Bu stroked his chin, looked Feng Yan up and down, and replied, "That's right. This kid has quite a bit of courage."

Feng Yan watched as the two people opposite him began to evaluate him on their own, and he was speechless. What happened to the initiative in the negotiation?

"Oh dear, how come we're chatting again?"

Diao Yunshang seemed to have come to her senses and turned to Feng Yan with an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Feng. Where were we? Right, although Lu Bu and his men can indeed handle it, it will take a lot of effort. It's always a good thing to get help."

Diao Yunshang paused for a moment, then immediately said, "I'm a straightforward person, so let's leave the formalities here. I think Mr. Feng, you must have offered your help not just to get to know me, right?"