I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Standing atop the dockside warehouse, Kenneth gazed at the battlefield with a disdainful sneer, as if he could already foresee the outcome of the battle.

Director Ken stood with his hands behind his back, head held high like a victorious rooster, his gaze fixed on Matou Sakura with a hint of pity.

Kenneth was of noble birth; he couldn't possibly kill unarmed, harmless women and children unless they attacked him first.

Furthermore, after spending time with Diarmuid, Kenneth also gained some understanding of his Servant's personality.

As a pedantic knight who embodies chivalry to the core, even if he himself ordered the little girl to be killed, Diarmuid would probably not carry it out, and might even plead for her life.

"Sigh, she's still just a child under ten years old, even younger than that stupid student. Let's let her go after we confirm she's withdrawn from the Holy Grail War."

With that in mind, Kenneth cleared his throat and began to make his declaration:

"Hey, Master over there."

Upon hearing Kenneth speak, everyone's attention, whether in the open or in the shadows, was drawn to him.

Emiya Kiritsugu and Tohsaka Tokiomi frowned subconsciously, but neither made any rash moves, intending to see what Lancer's Master was planning.

Sakura Matou also raised her little head and looked around, trying to find where the other person was, but she found nothing.

"Although I don't know why you became the Master of the Holy Grail War, nor why you stepped onto this cruel battlefield, this is clearly not a place where children can play around."

"Therefore, after your servant is killed, just obediently leave and go home."

“I swear in the name of the Archibald family that I will not do anything to harm you.”

Hearing this, Artoria and Irisviel, who were hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief. The kind-hearted women had already prepared to protect the poor child.

Tokiomi Tohsaka also breathed a sigh of relief, while Kiritsugu Emiya tightened his grip on his gun.

The ruthless man is weighing whether or not to eliminate the threat completely, and the outcome is obvious.

Of course, it was the justice he upheld that led to his victory.

No sooner had Kenneth finished speaking than Diarmuid and the Old Man of the Mountain clashed for the first time.

The battle between Servants was like the most violent demolition in the world. Even though neither side had used their full strength, it still caused damage that would keep the Holy Church busy for a while afterward.

The earth shattered instantly, and the containers on both sides were overturned by the strong wind. The scattered dust blocked everyone's view, but no one showed any sign of looking around.

What's the point of watching a battle where the difference in strength is so obvious?

It probably won't be as interesting as Assassin being brutally killed by Archer last night.

Then, when no one reacted.

With the clang of metal clashing against metal, Diarmuid's figure was thrown backward in a disheveled manner from the still-lingering dust.

The knight, wielding two guns, took two or three steps back, leaving several deep footprints on the stone ground.

Only then was the terrifying force that the opponent had applied to his body when their weapons clashed completely dissipated.

The scene suddenly fell silent, as if everyone had been gripped by an invisible hand.

"Hmm? You blocked it? It seems you are indeed a fine warrior."

The old man of the mountain once again rested his greatsword on the ground, his gaze towards Diarmuid now filled with admiration.

"Although I do not know your name, you must be a renowned and valiant figure in history or legend, worthy of fighting me."

(Grandpa's voiceover: Looks like a decent punching bag that can be chopped for a while longer)

As he spoke, the aura emanating from the Mountain Elder changed slightly, and Diarmuid felt a heavy sense of oppression on his body, causing him to hold his breath.

Diarmuid, being a warrior, was very familiar with this feeling; it was when he encountered a powerful opponent capable of killing him, his body's sixth sense instinctively warning him.

All the Masters watching the battle stared wide-eyed in disbelief, because just moments ago, the Mountain Elder's appalling stats panel had changed silently.

"Strength C, Endurance B, Agility C, Magic E, Luck E, and Noble Phantasm C."

Weber recited a series of numbers and turned to look at the Conqueror standing next to him.

"Rider, do a Servant's stats change after they are summoned?"

Upon hearing this, Iskandar stroked his beard and pondered for a moment before giving his reply.

"It's impossible without changing the Master or receiving a massive increase in magical power. Of course, if it's a Noble Phantasm that enhances one's own attributes, then that's a different story."

"So, that dark-skinned Servant has already used his Noble Phantasm?"

Upon hearing Iskandar's words, Weber's initial wariness subsided.

Although this unknown Servant's abilities can be enhanced, even after enhancement, he still can't compare to Rider, so what's there to worry about?

What Waver had thought of was also understood by the other Masters. Although Kenneth's expression was not good, he did not blame Diarmuid for his defeat.

After all, no one expected that the opponent's ability would suddenly increase the moment they clashed, which he saw as a pre-planned, insidious tactic.

But it doesn't matter what happens next. This kind of surprise tactic can only be used once, and it won't work again once Diarmuid is prepared.

With that thought in mind, a confident smile returned to Director Ken's face.

After relaying these speculations to Diarmuid, he began to await the final outcome of the battle.

"Hmph! Sir, do you really think you can defeat me with such a paltry trick? If you're hoping my spear skills are lacking, then don't bother!"

Diarmuid's eyes were cold. He casually threw the short gun on the ground and then twirled the red spear with both hands.

A hint of murderous intent emanated from Diarmuid. This humble knight had been thoroughly enraged by the repeated mockery of his opponent.

"Today, I will surely offer your head to my lord!"

Diarmuid, having regained his composure, charged forward once more without fear, only to be sent flying by the rested old man of the mountain's sword.

"Not bad courage. The last time someone said something like that to me was a long time ago."

Without the obscuring effect of smoke and dust, everyone witnessed the brief fight clearly.

It was a pure, overwhelming victory in both skill and power, and with just one strike, it made the gazes of many Servants take notice.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Artoria, who also uses a two-handed sword as her weapon, was filled with fighting spirit. Although she could perform the same techniques, she could never do it as effortlessly and naturally as the old man of the mountain.

Kenneth finally realized that something was wrong, and his thoughts quickly wandered to another possibility that he had just overlooked.

So, if Masters in the Holy Grail War can see through the attribute panels of other Servants, then don't Servants have the ability to hide or even show a fake attribute panel?

"Damn it, I've been completely and utterly tricked!"

Kenneth clenched his fist and swung it hard to vent his dissatisfaction. He took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger and became serious.

"Lancer, stop wasting time. The Servant on the other side is clearly a formidable enemy. I grant you permission to unleash your Noble Phantasm and kill him with all your might!"

Chapter Seventeen: Emiya Kiritsugu: I have extensive experience in courting death.

"Yes, my lord."

As Diarmuid spoke, he released the magic power that had been suppressed within his body, as if he had been freed from the shackles that had been binding his hands and feet, and he felt much lighter.

The runic cloth binding the crimson spear was instantly burned to ashes by the boiling magic, scattering into the air.

Diarmuid gripped the spear with both hands, one in front of the other, took a step forward with his right foot, lowered his waist into an arch shape, and wore a wicked smile.

Despite appearing relaxed, Diarmuid had a clear understanding of the current situation based on the brief exchange he had just had.

There is no doubt that the unknown Servant on the other side is very strong.

To be able to defeat himself, the chief of the 'Knights of Fiona', so easily was something even his former lord Finn could not do.

Although Diarmuid knew that his current class limited his ability to perform at his best, preventing him from reaching his peak strength.

However, the enemy may be in the same situation, with neither side able to send their strongest and most suitable class.

Therefore, even if Diarmuid lost, he wouldn't complain; he was simply outmatched.

Just as the two Servants were engaged in an open battle, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had been hiding in the shadows for a long time, finally made a new move.

Armed with a sniper rifle, he had successfully located Kenneth and placed the crosshairs on the enemy's head.

Because the shameful Hundred-Faced Hassan 2 was trembling and hiding in the darkness, pushing his 'Presence Concealment' to its limit, Kiritsugu Emiya did not notice him.

"Maiya, I've found Lancer's Master's location. He's under surveillance at the dock warehouse. Can you see him from there?"

Kuon Mai moved around her hiding place several times, picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to Emiya Kiritsugu.

"No, this is a blind spot from here, but I can see another Master who is participating in the battle."

"That little girl?"

Kiritsugu Emiya turned his gun around and looked through the scope at the battlefield where the two Servants were facing off. He stared at Sakura Matou with cold eyes for a few seconds, but still couldn't change his mind.

"Maiya, once the two Servants in the arena officially begin their final battle, we will simultaneously launch an attack on their Masters, understand?"

"Understood. It's right within range; it should be a one-shot kill."

Kuon Mai's voice revealed a cold indifference that had seen through life and death. This woman had always positioned herself as a cog in the machine that helped Emiya Kiritsugu function properly.

Whether it's a machine or a part, there's no need to have any extra emotions involved.

After Kiritsugu Emiya and Maiya Kudo finished their conversation, they fell silent again. Happened to be hiding in the shadows, Hassan II of the Hundred Faces overheard their entire exchange.

Without the slightest hesitation, he silently left the crane and ran with all his might towards where Matou Sakura was.

All obstacles along the way were easily overcome by his Agility A attribute, and he moved about without attracting anyone's attention.

"Time is of the essence, and there's no time to find the assassin hiding in the shadows. I just hope to protect the First Master's Master, otherwise I might really lose my head tonight."

Due to distance, Hassan 2 is quite far from where Sakura Matou is located.

As soon as he started running, Diarmuid stubbornly charged towards the Mountain Elder again.

The crimson spear, imbued with magic, clashed and collided with the jet-black greatsword in mid-air like a dragon emerging from water, producing a series of crisp, dense clanging sounds.

Diarmuid used his superior agility as a spearman to try to avoid the Mountain Elder's large shield, but no matter how fast he accelerated and turned, he was relentlessly pursued.

"Tsk, is this guy's agility really only C? Or is my agility A+ fake?"

Diarmuid was completely overwhelmed by the Mountain Elder, and if he couldn't avoid that large shield, his Noble Phantasm would be unable to function effectively.

At this moment, Diarmuid really began to miss his two swords, which could at least fire a beam cannon at the enemy.

The Mountain Elder pulled his shield back close to himself, then stepped forward and charged directly at Diarmuid, attempting to close the distance to him while holding back.

Because weapons like spears, if the distance between the two combatants is too short, they cannot fully exert their advantage of "an inch longer, an inch stronger".