Who are you calling a stable boy?!

However, what met his gun and gaze was emptiness.

The words that seemed to have just reached his ears were nothing but his imagination...

Emiya Kiritsugu quickly spun around in place, searching in all directions, but finding nothing, he frowned and began to wonder if he had fallen for some kind of magic trick by the enemy.

"Oh?"

—This time, Kiritsugu Emiya kicked out without hesitation towards the source of the sound!

However, the kick only hit the gentle night breeze.

But he no longer cares about that.

Kiritsugu Emiya rolled over, about to jump directly off the container.

The height exceeded five meters, but for Kiritsugu Emiya, who could use magic and was skilled in recovery techniques, this difference in height was not enough to injure him.

"Certainly."

Crouching down, watching Kiritsugu Emiya stretch out his limbs like a cat about to jump off a high place, Zheng Jing precisely captured that moment, holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang and poking Kiritsugu Emiya in the face.

"Come on, this is way more exciting than the King of Kings! Tell me, what were you looking for, Emiya? I've been following you around, but I haven't seen anyone else."

"..."

"You don't know its value, do you? It has to be the King of Kings?"

"..."

"Sigh, I really have no idea who you're aiming your sniper rifle at..."

Sighing, Zheng Jing tucked the golden cudgel behind his ear and scratched his cheek as he looked at Kiritsugu, who was motionless.

"Since I, Old Zheng, am kind-hearted, then so be it, let's go!"

-

"How dare these cowards who call themselves kings ignore me? And there are two of them in one night!"

Above the streetlight, a golden light solidified into an arrogant figure, uttering disdainful words. The handsome man with blond hair and red eyes stood before the group of Servants and Masters.

Everyone present recognized him.

This is because he was the one who drew the first blood in this Holy Grail War, crushing the Assassin's Servant—one of the three founding families, the Tohsaka family's Servant!

Looking at the sight of the four Servants gathered before her, Irisviel clenched her fists nervously.

When Saber fell into Lancer's trap and was at a disadvantage, she was both anxious and worried.

When the Rider who called himself Iskandar the Conqueror stormed into the battlefield, giving Saber a chance to catch her breath, she was both surprised and delighted.

Now, she was completely at a loss.

Holy Grail War...

Compared to knowledge from books and words from others, only by witnessing it firsthand can one truly understand the horror of this war!

Was this the kind of difficult war that Kiritsugu wanted to win...?

"Your statement is biased. I am, after all, the well-known King of Conquerors, without a doubt."

"Foolish! The only hero in heaven and earth worthy to call himself king is me! If even ignorant rats like you can call themselves king, then I am the king of kings!"

"—Look, Brother Emiya, you heard that, I, Old Zheng, keep my word. I said I'd take you to find the King of Kings, and I'll take you to find the King of Kings!"

Just then, an unfamiliar voice attracted the attention of all the Servants and Masters present.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound—

"Kiritsugu?!"

Irisviel screamed.

Carrying the extremely stretched-out Kiritsugu, Zheng Jing stood on the container, facing everyone's gaze, and pointed to the blond hunk who called himself the King of Kings.

"Now, can you tell me, Lao Zheng, who were you aiming at with that sniper rifle just now?"

Chapter 97: Me, Who Loves to Fight

Zheng Jing's mission was to protect Sakura for seven days, until the end of the Holy Grail War, and ensure her safety.

So, after finding Sakura, all you need to do is leisurely protect the Tohsaka family mother and daughters in the Zenjou family's house, and incidentally protect Kariya as well. You can happily spend seven days there and then leave with 4399 garden coins!

—No, buddy?

The top laner picked Wukong and just wanted to coast, right?

Am I weaker than the other side and you expect me to just coast?

The mission requires ensuring Sakura's safety until the end of the Holy Grail War.

Zheng Jing thought about it and exclaimed, "Hey! That's very simple!"

Why don't I just end the Holy Grail War?

If Zheng Jing had told Rin this theory before bringing Sakura back, Rin would have definitely let out a strange scream like a boiling kettle.

But times have changed!

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that Zheng Jing restored Sakura's body is a debt that Xiao Xiaolin feels she can never repay.

The relationship between the two is no longer the cold one that could only be warmed up by her red heart!

Of course, Zheng Jing was not one to act recklessly.

Before leaving, in addition to drawing a circle around the Zenjou family with his golden cudgel, he also left a backup plan for each of Rin and the other three. In addition, the Zenjou family's house was far away in another city, a place that would take at least two hours by train from Fuyuki City to reach.

As for Rin herself, as a courtyard player with an overall level of LV5, she is by no means an easy opponent.

After making all the necessary arrangements, Zheng Jing was able to return to the Dongmu Grand Stage.

Following the clattering noise, he spotted Emiya Kiritsugu setting up his sniper rifle as soon as he arrived.

Kind-hearted as he was, he naturally wanted to give Emiya a ride.

"Nonsense! How dare you look down upon me?"

A golden ripple spread through the void behind him. The man glanced at Zheng Jing, crossed his arms, and shouted angrily.

"To die."

In an instant, two exquisitely crafted weapons shot out from the golden ripples, heading straight for Zheng Jing, who was carrying Kiritsugu.

Irisviel's heart leaped into her throat.

Saber lowered his body slightly, preparing to move.

--"when!"

Two crisp sounds, almost one after the other.

Immediately following was the sound of a violent wind.

"Oh!"

Iskandar, standing atop the chariot, raised his eyebrows and exclaimed in amazement.

"...Impressive skill!"

Holding two guns, Lancer couldn't help but offer a word of praise.

As a fellow martial artist skilled in wielding long weapons, he was probably the hero among all the spirits present who could best understand the exquisite skill of that strike.

A flick of the wrist is like offering a flower; a tap of the stick; the movement is as light and agile as a lamb leaping across a stream, yet as powerful and heavy as a bull butting its horns.

With a single strike, he easily shattered the two high-speed weapons that were flying towards him!

It's him!

Looking at Zheng Jing, Lancer immediately realized what was going on.

The man wielding the stick in front of him was the formidable opponent he had missed a golden opportunity with earlier that day!

"I'm more curious about his Noble Phantasm."

Iskandar stared with great interest at the Ruyi Jingu Bang in Zheng Jing's hand, which had already been torn apart.

"Kid, can you tell? I don't think he's trying to hide his treasure at all!"

"..."

"Kid?"

Receiving no response, Iskandar looked down at his Master.

"I can't see it..."

"what?"

"I can't see anything! Abilities, status... I can't see anything! No! Rather—"

Rather, that person doesn't seem like a follower at all!

Weber simply couldn't bring himself to say such a thing.

If it's not a Servant, then what is it?

"How dare you damage my treasure, you bastard—"

"Gilgamesh, who are you calling a bastard?"

Zheng Jing suddenly shouted at Gilgamesh on the street lamp.

"Mongrel—"

When his name was suddenly called, Gilgamesh instinctively reached for a response, but before he could finish, he realized what was happening.

His handsome face was instantly distorted by ferocity and anger.

"You deserve to die!"

Golden ripples spread out, revealing rows of elite weapons with names and identities from history. They burst forth with intense killing intent from the Golden King, aiming to take the life of Zheng Jing, this madman!

"Hehe!"

Seeing those genuine Noble Phantasms coming at him, Zheng Jing chuckled, tossed Kiritsugu on his shoulder behind him, slung the Golden Cudgel behind his back, stepped forward, and rammed his head directly into an axe-shaped Noble Phantasm that was cleaving towards him.

Chop Zheng Jing up with an axe!

"when!"

When the treasure trove collided with flesh and blood, it was like striking a golden bell, producing a loud and clear sound.

At the same time, several more magical weapons fell, but Zheng Jing spun them with his staff, scattering them into pieces.

As the treasure shattered, billowing flames suddenly erupted and engulfed Zheng Jing's body.

Burn Zheng Jing!

"Wow! Hiss! Woohoo hahaha!"

Engulfed in flames, yet still grinning, Zheng Jing leaped into the air, his Ruyi Jingu Bang growing longer in the wind—

"Long!"

In mid-air, the remaining treasures struck Zheng Jing's chest. Among them, some seemed to contain the power of lightning. The collision caused dazzling lightning to burst forth and a terrifying thunderclap to erupt.

May Zheng Jing be struck by lightning!

"Bah!"

Despite the thunderclap, Zheng Jing seemed oblivious. He let out a shout that drowned out the rumble of thunder, and the staff in his hand instantly transformed into a towering pagoda.

Zheng Jing aimed directly at Gilgamesh and delivered a powerful blow!

"boom!!"

A loud bang followed, and billowing smoke and dust filled the air.

The entire dock of Weiyuanchuan seemed to tremble at that moment.

"Hehe! I say, Jinhua ham, if that's all you've got, you might as well surrender now!"

Carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which had transformed back to its original length of twelve feet, Zheng Jing dodged at the last moment and could only stand on the ground, at the same height as everyone else, like Gilgamesh.

"You're not ashamed to admit you lost to me, Lao Zheng, are you? Hmm? Haha!"

"..."