FATE: Target of Grand Master

Xia Yan and the others looked at each other, with a feeling they couldn't quite put their finger on.

If archaeologists discover their own names in Mesopotamia, they'll probably just be mistaken for people with the same name. But why these Chinese names appear in Mesopotamia is a question that archaeologists may never be able to answer.

Perhaps this will become a point of contention for some historians or mystery enthusiasts, such as claiming that Mesopotamian technology was no less advanced than modern technology or that these Chinese people were taken to Mesopotamia by aliens.

No, no, in the end, this is just a world of trials. How could it have developed into the modern world? Otherwise, wouldn't it have become a new Lostbelt?

Pulling back their thoughts from the distractions led by Gilgamesh, Xia Yan and the others continued listening to the King of Heroes' praise.

But after only a few words, Gilgamesh changed the subject and said something intriguing.

"My clairvoyance has foreseen your future. Though it may seem like only trivial details, if you aspire to become Grand Masters, you must prepare for the Grand Trials. Do not press me for details; this is all I can say. Consider this a small token of my appreciation. I hope none of you will fall behind before this trial concludes."

Having said that, Gilgamesh shut his mouth, signaling the start of the banquet.

Although Xia Yan and the others understood that Gilgamesh's intentions were good, the feeling of being left hanging and having their appetites piqued was rather unpleasant.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was quickly drawn to Lü Bu behind Diao Yunshang.

"Xia Yan, why didn't you bring Cú Chulainn this time?"

Xia Yan immediately understood Lü Bu's intention and replied, "Lord Wen, aren't there plenty of martial artists here who can serve as your opponents?"

After saying that, Xia Yan didn't forget to frantically wink at Lü Bu.

Lu Bu turned his head and looked in the direction Xia Yan was signaling to, which was Diarmuid standing behind Feng Yan.

When Feng Yan saw that Xia Yan had actually drawn the fire to him, he wanted to protest, but seeing the knight behind him with burning eyes, he could only wave his hand helplessly and say, "That's enough."

Diarmuid immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for your permission. I will certainly not fail to live up to your trust."

"Brother Feng Yan, on your way."

Lu Bu first gave Feng Yan a thumbs up, then said, "In my time, there was a custom of sword dancing during banquets. Since we're here at a banquet, why don't we have a little sparring session?"

Diarmuid straightened up, raised his head and looked at Lü Bu, saying, "I have long admired General Lü Bu's reputation, and I have been looking for an opportunity to spar with him."

"Wait a minute, Lü Bu. If you're going to fight here, you should at least ask King Gilgamesh's opinion!"

Diao Yunshang quickly tried to salvage the situation, thinking that Lu Bu would take Diarmuid out to fight.

"Hmph. I wanted to see just how rude you all could be, but it seems there are still some of you who know proper etiquette."

Although he said that, Gilgamesh did not show any anger. Instead, he said with great interest, "A duel between an unparalleled warrior from the East and a noble knight from the West, it would be quite a good entertainment."

"I grant your permission. However, to avoid damaging my temple, you may only spar in this central area. I will set up a barrier here; if either of you falls outside the barrier's range or is knocked down, you will be considered to have lost."

Neither Lu Bu nor Diarmuid objected to the additional rules added by Gilgamesh.

Thus, a battle that should never have happened took place in an even more impossible era.

Lu Bu summoned the halberd that Chen Gong had reforged for him, and took a slight step apart, indicating that Diarmuid was ready to begin at any time.

Diarmuid didn't hold back either. Seeing that Lu Bu had given him the first move, he charged forward without hesitation, wielding his strongest weapons: the red spear "Red Rose of Spellbreaker" and the red longsword "Great Wrath".

"General Lü Bu, be careful not to get hurt!"

Diarmuid thrust out the red spear, aiming straight for Lü Bu's chest.

clang!

Unsurprisingly, Lü Bu flicked his halberd upwards, knocking the demon-slaying red rose upwards.

Such incredible power!

As a powerful benchmark for warriors, Lu Bu was someone Diarmuid always held in extremely high regard. However, even with his own high opinion of Lu Bu, Diarmuid realized the moment they clashed that he had underestimated his opponent.

However, if two martial artists lose their confidence in defeating a powerful opponent, then the battle ends at that moment.

Diarmuid let the Red Rose of Exorcism pull his right arm upward, his steps unwavering. After closing the distance by another step, he swung his left hand, unleashing a slash with immense rage.

If it were an ordinary Servant, Lu Bu's thrust would have disrupted the attack rhythm and even created an opening, but Diarmuid was able to launch another attack, which shows that his strength should not be underestimated.

Lu Bu's lips curled up slightly, but his hand holding the halberd loosened, letting it slide off his palm as gravity dragged it away.

Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by immense rage, Lü Bu clenched his five fingers inward, gripped his halberd again, and used the hilt to block the attack of the red longsword.

Lu Bu's movements appeared effortless, but behind them lay his judgment based on rich combat experience.

Before Diarmuid could react, Lu Bu kicked him in the stomach.

Although Diarmuid had already retreated, he was still kicked in the abdomen by Lu Bu, and staggered back several meters.

Just as the two Servants were sparring, Diao Yunshang, who was Lu Bu's Master, quietly walked over and sat down next to Xia Yan. Under Tiamat's slightly dissatisfied gaze and Ereshkigal's slightly wary gaze, she moved her buttocks slightly away from Xia Yan.

"Xia Yan, how many days until your next trial?"

"I just got back to the safe house yesterday. Counting the remaining half day today, there are still five and a half days left. What's up? Need something?"

Diao Yunshang twirled a strand of hair on one shoulder with her finger, and said somewhat shyly, "It's nothing much. It's just that, if it's convenient for you, could you bring Cú Chulainn and Miyamoto Musashi to Uruk again tomorrow?"

"Is your Lord Fengxian really that addicted?" Xia Yan complained.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Diao Yunshang chuckled twice, looking rather helpless.

"I just received the newly made halberd from the strategist, and I'm already looking for some skilled martial artists to test my skills against. I admit, Lord Fengxian is indeed a bit childish in this respect, but what's that saying again? A man is a boy until he dies."