Zongman: The post-2D era

Shirou Emiya covered his neck with his hands, blood seeping out from between his fingers. His face was grim and he jumped back to distance himself from Feng Feng.

As he howled toward the sky, an aura of madness and despair spread.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless ghosts whispered behind him. Then, illusory swords appeared out of thin air, as if controlled by invisible hands, and attacked Feng Feng with a chilling chill and fierce murderous intent.

The sword shadows were heavy and the knife lights flashed, cutting the entire space into pieces. Each attack contained a terrifying force that was enough to tear the space apart, shrouding Feng Feng in a storm of death.

Around Emiya Shirou, illusory swords surged like a tide, but were cut off one by one by the Mountain Sword in Feng Feng's hand. The broken blades turned into streams of light, falling into the yellow earth beneath his feet, and were instantly annihilated without a trace.

However, these swords seemed to be endless. As soon as they disappeared from the ground, they condensed out of thin air behind Emiya Shirou, as if driven by some mysterious force, continuously.

The sword lights and knife shadows intertwined, the space was cut into mottled shapes, and every collision caused circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Feng Feng is agile and, guided by the Sword of the Mountain, he shuttles through the swordplay. Every swing of his sword is precise and deadly, but he is always avoided by Shirou Emiya at an incredible angle at the critical moment.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of metal clashing and an increasingly strong atmosphere of solemnity.

"The Infinite Sword System is indeed powerful, but I also have the Heaven's Chain."

Feng Feng stopped abruptly and put his hands together. The Heavenly Chains split in his palms, flashing with golden light, like the fission of stars. It instantly filled the air and formed an intricate golden giant net. Each chain contained the power to seal all things, slowly approaching Emiya Shirou.

Shirou Emiya had a solemn expression on his face as he tightly grasped the Sword in the Stone in his hand. The sword was simple and exuded a faint blue light. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, as if absorbing power from the earth.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light, and whispered: "Sword in the Stone, help me fight!"

As the words fell, the Sword in the Stone burst into dazzling light, and the sword seemed to be given life, trembling in his hand, forming a sharp contrast with the giant golden net. A battle between sealing and liberation is about to take place.

Under the cover of golden chains, Feng Feng's Mountain Sword was like a silver lightning, cutting through the space torn apart by countless illusory swords and pointing directly at Shirou Emiya's heart.

And at this moment of life and death, Shirou Emiya's eyes burst into unprecedented determination, and the Sword in the Stone in his hand suddenly burst into a shocking white rainbow amid the roar of "X Coffee Bar".

The sword light was as bright as the sun, illuminating the dim inherent barrier, and collided with Feng Feng's Mountain Sword in mid-air, causing a deafening roar.

The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, causing circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, as if even the space was trembling at this moment. Where the sword tips collided, sparks flew and the light was dazzling, like the violent collision of two stars.

The white light surged like a tide, completely engulfing Feng Feng and Emiya Shirou.

When the light faded and the dust settled, Feng Feng's body trembled slightly, and the sword of the mountain in his hand flashed with a sharp cold light, and had already pierced deeply into Shirou Emiya's chest.

Shirou Emiya's face instantly turned pale as paper, and the light in his eyes dimmed. He looked down at the sword tip that pierced his body, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Blood slowly flowed down the sword and dripped onto the dry ground, staining it red. His body was trembling slightly, as if every inch of muscle and every bone was telling of his unwillingness and despair.

Feng Feng's face looked firm and stern in the afterglow of the setting sun. He tightly grasped the Sword of the Mountain, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at the man in front of him who was once his classmate and now his enemy.

The wind blew gently, carrying a hint of sadness, as if putting an end to this fateful confrontation.

Feng Feng stared at Shirou Emiya, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Do you have any last words?"

Shirou Emiya slowly lowered his head, his eyes passing through the flying hair and falling on the Mountain Sword on his chest that was shining with cold light.

His lips moved slightly, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight: "I'm sorry... for causing... so much trouble... to everyone..."

Before he finished speaking, his body began to undergo strange changes. His skin gradually lost its blood color and became dull and lifeless. Then, as if corroded by an invisible force, it gradually turned into black mud, spreading from his fingertips until it swallowed up his entire body.

A pungent stench filled the air, which was incompatible with the solemn atmosphere around.

In the mud, there seemed to be lingering traces of Emiya Shirou's unwilling struggle and silent wailing, but in the end, it fell silent.

Feng Feng suddenly drew his sword, and the moment the sword of the mountain left Shirou Emiya's body, it seemed to carry a low groan of pain, echoing in his ears, making his heart tremble.

He staggered back a few steps, his eyes falling on his sword-holding hand, where he saw a thin black line quietly spreading, like a snake stalking in the night, quickly climbing up along the blood vessels, emitting an ominous light.

Chapter 845 Fall into the Holy Grail

Friday, October 28

Within the inherent barrier, Feng Feng's hair was flying, his eyes were dark, and his skin was covered with strange black lines.

Matou Sakura flew out of the Mountain Sword, her body suspended in the air like a ghost, and gently stroked Feng Feng's face and said, "If you lose your mind, I will kill you myself."

Feng Feng smiled brightly, a grateful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Thank you."

Then, he moved slightly, and the Heavenly Chains seemed to have a spirit, wrapping around his body, circle after circle, tightly binding without hurting him.

As the chains bound him, the black lines on his skin actually slowly flowed and faded, as if they were being slowly pulled away by some force.

Seeing this, Sakura Matou frowned slightly, with complex emotions revealed in her eyes. She shook her head gently, and her sigh echoed in the empty barrier, with a hint of imperceptible sadness and helplessness, like fallen leaves drifting in the autumn wind, quietly telling an unknown story.

"You can suppress it temporarily for an hour. After an hour you... ouch!"

Feng Feng slowly stepped out of the inherent barrier, each step seemed unusually firm, Matou Sakura flew lightly beside him and asked:

"Why go see her at all costs?"

The two figures lengthen in the afterglow of the setting sun, interweaving into a lonely and resolute picture.

Outside the barrier, snowflakes were flying. Yukinoshita Yukino stood quietly in the silver-white, her eyes looking through the wind and snow, facing Feng Feng from a distance.

Feng Feng stopped and looked at Matou Sakura with an unprecedented tenderness and determination in his eyes:

"Because she is the only light in my heart. Even if the road ahead is dark, I will light the way to meet her with my own hands."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves lightly, as if to dispel all the haze, and continued to move forward, leaving Matou Sakura with a resolute and lonely back.

Feng Feng walked slowly with firm steps to Xue Noi's front. Snowflakes danced lightly around him, as if even the wind and snow made way for him.

He asked softly, "What day is it today?"

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, which expressed his regret for the passage of time and his anticipation for what was about to happen.

Sakura Matou followed closely behind, landed lightly on the ground, a slightly jealous arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she snorted.

He glanced at Yukino and urged, "Yukino, answer him quickly. Don't keep this idiot waiting too long."

There was a hint of joking in her tone, but it couldn't hide her deep concern for Feng Feng.

Hearing this, Yukino smiled slightly, with a warm light in her eyes, and replied softly: "October 28th, Friday, a day worth remembering."

"The day when the Type-Moon World's influence on Utopia reaches its lowest point!"

"Your face..." Yukino's fingertips had just touched the cold wind on Fengfeng's cheek, but before she could feel the chill, Matou Sakura's hand had passed like a gust of wind, gently but firmly slapping her away.

Matou Sakura's eyes flashed with complex emotions, including reproach and deep worry: "Yukino, you knew that the Knight King could deal with Emiya Shirou, why did you let him take risks? His strength should be reserved for more crucial battlefields."

There was unquestionable determination in her tone, and her eyes moved between the two of them, as if she was guarding an invisible boundary.

Yukino's hand was suspended in the air, a trace of surprise and loss flashed across her eyes, then turned into a bitter smile, and she slowly lowered her eyes.

Feng Feng gently stroked Matou Sakura's shoulder, his eyes full of tenderness and comfort, and whispered:

"Sakura, don't worry, everything is under control." Then he turned to Yukino, his eyes filled with a hint of exploration and expectation.

"Yukino, did the Knight King really win the Holy Grail in the Fourth Holy Grail War?"

Feng Feng's words drifted gently in the cold wind, as if even the air was filled with tension and anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Xueno raised her head slightly, her eyes passing through the flying snowflakes and meeting Fengfeng's deep eyes.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of history and emotion:

"Yes, she won the Holy Grail. But that victory was fleeting, like a mirage. The Holy Grail is just a wine cup with big golden words, and it has no magic anymore."

Matou Sakura frowned, her eyes like torches, staring directly at Yukino, her tone filled with unquestionable determination:

"You're lying! If the Knight King really won the Holy Grail, how could it lose its magic? You must be hiding something and are unwilling to hand over the Holy Grail of the Fourth Holy Grail War to save Feng Feng!"

Her fingers trembled slightly as they pointed at Yukino. There seemed to be a chill all around her, even the snowflakes around her froze.

There was a resolute light in Sakura Matou's eyes, as if she wanted to see through the secret deep in Yukino's heart.

Yukino's face turned slightly pale, then turned into a bitter smile. She shook her head gently, her eyes full of helplessness and sadness.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky. The figures of the two people were looming in the wind and snow, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling because of this dispute.

Sakura Matou's body began to tremble in the cold wind, and her skin was quickly covered with a thin layer of frost. Her eyes remained firm, but her lips had turned pale.

Seeing this, a trace of pity flashed in Xueno's eyes. She quickly took out an ancient golden wine cup from her arms. It was engraved with intricate totems and flashed with a faint light, as if it contained endless secrets and power.

She slowly walked towards Feng Feng and handed the holy grail to him. The golden cup reflected a warm and mysterious luster under the setting sun and snow.

"This is the Holy Grail you are looking for. The Knight King asked me to give it to you, but it has lost its original power and only a trace of miracle remains."

Yukino's voice was soft and solemn, as if she was performing a sacred ritual.

Feng Feng took the Holy Grail with both hands. When his fingertips touched the cold metal surface, he felt a warm current flowing out of the cup, warming his palms and also seemed to warm his heart that fought for light.

Matou Sakura struggled violently, and the ice broke apart, scattering crystals all over the ground.

She hurried forward and took the Holy Grail from Feng Feng's hand with trembling hands, carefully examining every detail. Her eyes seemed to be burning with an eternal flame, and she vowed to see through all the secrets contained therein.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, giving her a faint golden glow. The cold wind blew, but it could not take away the determination and persistence in her eyes.

Feng Feng looked at her, with a gentle smile on his face. That smile was like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and gentle. "Thank you for your hard work."

His voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, full of sincerity and gratitude.

As Feng Feng retreated back to the inherent barrier, the holy grail in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong black vortex, like a black hole deep in the universe, swallowing up all the light and air around it.

Sakura Matou screamed and clenched the Holy Grail with both hands, but she felt an irresistible force pulling her and Feng Feng into the endless abyss.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched out behind the two people, but twisted and dissipated at the edge of the vortex. The wind and snow seemed to be shocked by this sudden force and stopped in the air, forming a strange picture.

The figures of Feng Feng and Matou Sakura gradually blurred in the vortex, leaving only a series of flickering lights, like their last mark left in the time tunnel.

Chapter 846 The First Evil

Saturday, October 29

The inside of the Holy Grail was like a black lake, with Feng Feng's hair flying, his eyes dark, and his skin covered with strange black lines.

Matou Sakura's body was suspended in the air like a ghost, shaking Feng Feng continuously, saying, "You still have your sanity, right? I don't want to kill you with my own hands."

Feng Feng grinned, his face looked particularly hideous in the dim light. He slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the dark lake water that was as dark as mud.

The black lake in the Holy Grail seemed to have life, and ripples appeared as he moved. A cold and evil aura rushed towards him, making people feel fearful.

He could clearly feel the evil power from this world of Type-Moon flowing freely in his body, as if it was going to devour him.

Feng Feng's voice was hoarse as he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "It's okay... I can still hold on."

His voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of indomitable spirit and stubbornness.

Feng Feng tightly grasped Matou Sakura's cold hand, and the two of them seemed to have stepped into the heart of the abyss, moving forward step by step in the black lake.