Zongman: The post-2D era

His eyes were full of anticipation and there was a gentle smile on his lips, as if he was holding a beautiful secret.

"Sakura, I brought a lunch box, let's eat together." He said softly, placing the lunch box gently on the desk.

However, Sakura Matou never looked away. She held Feng Feng's hand tightly, her eyes firm and affectionate.

She shook her head gently, her voice like a spring breeze blowing across the lake:

"Emiya-san, I appreciate your kindness. But I am only the sword of Feng, and swords have no feelings. I exist only to protect him."

Illya proudly opened the lunch box that Feng Feng had prepared for her. In an instant, a mixture of seafood and vegetables filled the air, making her mouth water.

Her slender fingers lightly picked up a piece of temptingly colored octopus sausage, took a light bite, and a satisfied smile immediately broke out on her face, as if all the sweetness in the world was concentrated in this moment.

She deliberately glanced at Shirou Emiya, and saw that the lunch box in his hand was filled with simple home-cooked dishes, which seemed to be inferior in color, aroma and taste.

Illya's lips curled up into a smug smile, her eyes full of playfulness and provocation:

"Hmph, look at the lunch box that Brother Feng made for me, and then look at yours. What's so delicious about these home-cooked dishes?"

Feng Feng gently patted the back of Matou Sakura's hand and tenderly pushed his lunch box in front of her. The lunch box was colorful and exquisite like a work of art.

He turned to look at Shirou Emiya, his eyes full of seriousness and sincerity: "Emiya-san, this is not the Type-Moon world. No girl will like you unconditionally or act according to your fantasies."

"The reality is that everyone has their own choices and emotional destinations."

As he spoke, he smiled gently, and there was a sense of ease and relief in that smile, as if telling Emiya Shirou that accepting reality is part of growing up.

The sunlight shines through the window onto his profile, creating a firm and warm picture.

Shirou Emiya's eyes suddenly changed, and a cold murderous intent flashed across his eyes. He stood up suddenly, pointing his finger at Feng Feng like a sword, his voice trembling with anger:

"It must be you! You took advantage of the home field here to confuse Sakura's mind! An evil person like you shouldn't even be alive in this world!"

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze, and the classmates looked at him in surprise.

Shirou Emiya clenched his hands into fists, veins bulging, as if he was about to swing at Feng Feng in the next second.

His breathing became rapid, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes burned with rage.

Chapter 843 Emiya Heroic Spirit

Wednesday, October 26

Illya and Sakura Matou held hands, looking worried.

Shirou Emiya's hair stood on end, his eyes dark as he said, "I must take Sakura back with me. For this, I am willing to bear all the sins of killing you!"

Feng Feng still maintained a calm smile. He turned around and smiled at Sakura Matou, signaling them not to panic.

"You asked me to fight you in the park today, but you are not ready yet!"

Then he slowly stood up and looked calmly at Shirou Emiya, as if he was facing an insignificant farce.

"Are you ready now? With the inherent barrier and the erosion of the evil of this world by the Holy Grail, how much sanity do you still have?"

The sunlight filtered through the window and shone onto his resolute face, giving him a golden glow that contrasted sharply with Emiya Shirou's anger.

The red and blue swords Gan Jiang and Moye appeared in Shirou Emiya's hands, and he chanted the spell to create a fixed barrier.

I am the bone of my sword.

The body is cut out and the body is cut out. (Being a sword is a natural result.)

Shirou Emiya flashed, and the red and blue swords intertwined to form a gorgeous sword net. Each strike carried the sound of wind and thunder, and went straight to Feng Feng's vital points.

Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.

The blood tide is the iron and the heart is the glass. (The blood is like iron, and the heart is like glass.)

Although Feng Feng's expression did not change, his steps retreated involuntarily, and the ground trembled slightly with every step.

I have created over a thousand blades.

Shirou Emiya murmured an ancient spell, his eyes gradually swallowed by the dark haze, as if staring into the abyss. As the sword light and the spell intertwined, the air seemed to solidify.

He is undefeated in several battles. (Visiting countless battlefields without defeat.)

Illya and Matou Sakura's clenched hands were oozing with sweat, their eyes were filled with fear and worry, but they still stared at this thrilling duel, every moment was exciting.

Unknown to Death,

Feng Feng's body shape suddenly changed, like a ghost, shuttling through the sword net. Every time he approached Shirou Emiya, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

"You don't know death because you haven't met me. You are not worthy of using my famous Chinese sword now!"

ただのOnce defeated, はなく, (never retreated once,)

He moved his fingers slightly, and ancient runes seemed to flicker in the air, trying to attract the red and blue intertwined Gan Jiang and Moye.

Nor known to Life.

The tip of the sword brushed against the corner of Feng Feng's clothes, creating sparks. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His left hand formed a claw and he suddenly grabbed Emiya Shirou's wrist.

ただのOnce もUnderstand されない. (I have never found a confidant.)

Have withstood pain to create many weapons.

Emiya Shirou snorted coldly, and turned his body to the side, crossing his swords and slashing back. The swords rang like dragons, and the sleeves of Feng Feng's clothes were shattered.

He is always standing on the top of the sword hill, drunk on victory alone.

Yet, those hands will never hold anything.

Therefore, life means nothing (therefore, this life is meaningless)

The dark light in Feng Feng's eyes became even brighter, but he did not retreat but advanced. He clenched his right hand in the air, and countless black shadows seemed to gather and wrap around Gan Jiang and Moye, vowing to peel them away from the young man's hands.

So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.

(This body is destined to be born with a sword.)

Feng Feng seized the Gan Jiang and Mo Ye swords, but the price was that Shirou Emiya activated his inherent barrier.

Feng Feng looked around and saw countless swords and knives densely inserted in the cracked ground, like a silver forest of swords. Each sword exuded a cold aura, reflecting his astonished face.

Shirou Emiya stood on the hill, like a lone sword king, surrounded by circles of broken swords. Those broken swords were like loyal guards, protecting their master.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, onto the hills and the sword forest, tinging the battlefield with a tragic golden glow.

Emiya Shirou's eyes were as dark as night, but burning with an unyielding flame. He clenched his fists as if he wanted to bring the whole world into his will.

"You can't get out of my inherent barrier!"

Feng Feng snorted and was about to fight back, but suddenly he caught a faint and hurried cry for help from behind him:

"Brother Feng...save...me"

Illya's voice was like a candle flame in the cold wind, swaying and heartbreaking.

His pupils suddenly shrank, golden light surged in his eyes, and he turned away in an instant.

On the horizon, Illya's figure was small but clear. She stood helplessly among the broken sword blades, surrounded by distorted space and raging energy storms, which made her petite body look particularly fragile.

Her hair was disheveled in the wind, her eyes were full of fear and despair, and her hands were waving in vain, trying to break free from the invisible shackles.

This scene was like a touch of warmth in the doomsday painting, which made people feel pity and also aroused Feng Feng's deepest desire to protect.

"Emiya Shirou, you shouldn't have let Illya enter the inherent barrier. I decided... to kill you!!"

Feng Feng shouted angrily, and the Gan Jiang sword in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, turning into a silver lightning that cut through the sky and pointed directly at Shirou Emiya.

The sword suddenly burst into brilliant light while flying, as if awakening a dormant ancient power.

In an instant, one sword transformed into millions of sword shadows, as dense as stars, interweaving into a sword net that covered the sky and the sun. Each sword contained the power to split mountains and rocks, whistling as they swept towards Shirou Emiya.

The sword light flickered, just like the ancient immortal's performance of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to their Origin. Only this shocking scene remained between heaven and earth. The sword shadows were heavy and the momentum was magnificent, as if they were going to swallow up the entire forest of swords.

Shirou Emiya's pupils suddenly shrank. The broken swords and countless treasures surrounding him seemed to respond to his will. They all rose into the air and turned into streams of light, facing the sword net that covered the sky head-on.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the collision of sword light and treasure burst into brilliant light in the air, as if daylight had arrived.

However, amid this splendor, Feng Feng's figure emerged from the battle like a ghost, stepped on the Moye sword, turned into a black lightning, and rushed straight towards Illya.

His movements were swift and decisive. The tip of the Moye Sword cut through the air, leaving a faint silver trail. Every step seemed to tear apart the constraints of space.

Feng Feng's face was full of determination and resoluteness, and his eyes were flashing with deep concern and protection for Illya.

He completely ignored the attacks coming like a tide from behind him, and had only one thought in his mind - to rescue Illya.

Shirou Emiya's dark eyes smiled and repeated: "You can't get out of my barrier!"

Chapter 844 The Evil of This World

Thursday, October 21

Feng Feng handed the unconscious Illya to Yukino and looked at the inherent barrier with worry.

Inside the inherent barrier, Shirou Emiya's hair stood on end, his eyes were dark, and his skin was covered with strange black lines. He said:

"I must take Sakura back with me. For this, I am willing to bear all the sins of killing you!"

Feng Feng smiled at Matou Sakura and stretched out his hand to signal her to transform into the Sword of Rivers and Mountains.

"Emiya Shirou brought the evil of this world from dozens of parallel worlds and hurt Illya again. Kill him!"

Sakura Matou pursed her soft lips, as if she was making a difficult decision.

As she made up her mind, a soft yet dazzling light suddenly burst out from her body, and her body gradually became transparent in the light, like a phantom that was about to disappear.

The Sword of the Mountain was conceived and born in her body. With a biting chill and an unyielding will, it suddenly rushed out of her body, cutting through the air, and finally falling steadily into Feng Feng's outstretched palm. The sword body hummed, as if responding to the call of its master.

On the side, Xue Nai anxiously reminded: "Feng Feng, a day has passed, the time in the inherent barrier is different!"

Her voice echoed through the empty venue with an urgency that could not be ignored.

Feng Feng tightly grasped the Sword of the Mountain. The sword hummed and a chill filled the air. He turned his head and gave Xue No a firm glance. He whispered, "Take good care of Illya."

After saying this, his body moved like lightning and rushed into the depths of the inherent barrier.

As light and shadow interweave, Emiya Shirou's black lines twisted, his eyes were as dark as the abyss, and he was about to launch an attack.

Feng Feng's body suddenly stopped, and the Sword of Mountain seemed to have life in his hand. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and suddenly exploded, bringing up a gust of wind. The sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the void and going straight for Emiya Shirou's neck.

Emiya Shirou reacted extremely quickly, with black lines rolling in an attempt to dodge, but the sword light was too fast, like lightning, approaching in an instant, putting his life between life and death.