Who are you calling a stable boy?!

When a person is extremely angry, they lose the ability to speak.

Gilgamesh remained silent in the face of Zheng Jing.

He was simply demonstrating his anger through his actions.

Ripples turned into waves.

Golden light illuminated Gilgamesh's hideous face.

The Gates of Babylon, the treasure trove of kings, are about to be fully opened—

"..."

Suddenly, Gilgamesh stopped moving.

"Mad monkey, you've escaped with your life."

Gilgamesh withdrew his golden light and stared at Zheng Jing expressionlessly.

"Next time we meet, I'll make sure you're reduced to ashes."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if he felt that out of sight, out of mind, Gilgamesh closed his eyes, turned around, and disappeared in a golden radiance.

"Oh? He can even use Command Seals with that? This old man Shichen's skill at dancing in the minefield is truly exceptional, isn't it?"

Scratching his cheek, Zheng Jing muttered something, draped his golden cudgel over his shoulder, turned around, and looked at the remaining Heroic Spirits and Masters.

"The Great Emperor."

"Brush Brother Kun".

"The Obsessive Quilt".

"There's another skeleton 13 that's not quite dead yet, a bit further away."

Zheng Jing swayed his chin, glancing around at the assembled heroic spirits as if calling out a roll.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Zheng Jing, the intelligence officer."

Grinning, Zheng Jing smiled at the assembled heroes.

"We've exchanged greetings, now it's time to settle things!"

Chapter 98: Who in the world doesn't know him?

"Wait! What exactly did you do to him?"

Holding a sharp sword, the Knight King, who had already arrived at Kiritsugu's side with Irisviel while Zheng Jing was fighting Gilgamesh, shouted.

Behind her, Irisviel held Kiritsugu, who was still unable to move, and her panicked cries were enough to move anyone.

"Oh? I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot about him."

As he spoke, Zheng Jingchong pointed at his son.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Kiritsugu!"

Kiritsugu, who instantly regained his mobility, showed no panic whatsoever; he even had the composure to comfort his wife in front of him.

"More than that, I already know his identity."

With Irisviel's help, Kiritsugu stood up, staring at Zheng Jing with a solemn expression.

Upon hearing this, all the Heroic Spirits and Masters present couldn't help but turn their attention to him.

"In fact, he had no intention of concealing his identity at all... You can all see the writing on that stick, right?"

Upon hearing this, the two Masters remained silent, while the three Servants with exceptional eyesight simultaneously focused their gaze on the staff in Zheng Jing's hand.

Everything happened so fast that they didn't have time to examine and ponder the details. Now that Gilgamesh is gone, the three Servants finally have a chance.

Heroic Spirits who respond to the Holy Grail's call and participate in this war will be endowed with essential knowledge that will help the Holy Grail War take place the moment they become Servants.

This will naturally include some knowledge about the common language and script of modern times.

Therefore, they could clearly see and recognize the five large characters on the stick that were not obscured.

"This is really..."

Dirumdo's jaw was sweating, and he muttered to himself.

"..."

The Knight King remained silent, his expression growing even more somber.

"Really? The Holy Grail can even do something like this?"

Iskandar sighed.

"W-what? What did you see? What's carved on that stick?"

Confused, Waver tugged at Iskandar's cloak and asked in a low voice.

"What? Kid, can't you see?"

Iskandar chuckled.

“There are five large characters clearly engraved on it—”

"Ruyi... the Golden Cudgel."

"--impossible!"

Upon hearing the Knight King's words, Irisviel let out a gasp.

As one of the three founding families, the Einzbern family created an excellent Master who is already well-versed in myths and legends from all over the world, and is also almost familiar with everything about the Fuyuki Holy Grail War system.

That's when she realized it was impossible!

Kiritsugu remained silent.

He actually understands that there are many loopholes in what he is saying now.

The most basic question is how to determine whether the other party is truly reckless or deliberately releasing this information to deceive the enemy.

To be honest, as the Master, he couldn't even be sure if the other party was a Servant at this moment, let alone their class and identity.

But that's what he wanted to say at that moment.

Even the slightest bit, he wanted to draw as much attention as possible from the other two Masters present to the unknown being who called himself Zheng Jing.

It's not just because their own Servants have been struck by Lancer's cursed spear...

Furthermore, it was Zheng Jing himself who put Kiritsugu under immense pressure!

"Um......"

Ignoring the conversation between the Servants and Masters, Zheng Jing, carrying his golden cudgel, glanced back and forth between the three Servants.

He first glanced at the bewitching quilt that emanated the strongest hostility towards him.

No way. I just got hit by Brother Kun with a brush, and my hands are so clumsy. We have no grudge against each other, and it wouldn't be honorable to win like this.

Let's take a look at the great emperor who changed a lot as he grew up.

With Prime Minister Lily by his side, if I were to really strike him with this staff, even the Emperor would probably find it difficult to act freely.

Finally, Zheng Jing's gaze settled on Diarmuid.

"oh oh......"

Instinctively lowering his center of gravity, Diarmuid felt a surge of fierce battle aura, like heavenly fire or a giant wave, about to crush him at any moment. Despite his heart pounding, a hint of eager anticipation crept onto his face.

"Would you like to choose me? It would be an honor!"

With a flick of his wrists, Diarmuid assumed a fighting stance.

"Come!"

Zheng Jing beckoned to Diarmuid.

This seemingly disdainful and provocative act did not provoke Diarmuid's displeasure.

His smile widened, as if he had truly received a golden opportunity. With a low shout, he drew his gun and charged!

In the various Holy Grail Wars in Fuyuki, Lancers often possessed the highest level of agility among the seven Servants.

Diarmuid's charge fully demonstrated his excellent legs, which might have been able to keep up with Iskandar's chariot on land!

In an instant, he closed in on Zheng Jing. At this distance, where the red rose in his hand could reach his opponent, Diarmuid did not hesitate and thrust his crimson spear at Zheng Jing's brow.

At the same time, the yellow rose in the other palm was waiting for an opportunity to strike. As soon as Zheng Jing dealt with the red rose, this cursed and doomed spear would bloom with flowers of death on his body.

It can be said that there are dragons in front and venomous snakes behind.

What a master of dual pistols, Diarmuid!

Facing this fierce attack, Zheng Jing stretched out both palms, ready to subdue the dragon! He raised his staff, ready to strike the venomous snake!

The image of Zheng Jing smashing his forehead against an axe-shaped Noble Phantasm when he faced Gilgamesh flashed through his mind. Knowing that Zheng Jing was as tough as iron, Diarmuid exerted force on his wrist, and his crimson spear truly flipped over like a dragon, dodging the pair of outstretched hands.

Seeing the golden cudgel coming again, Dirumdo dared not hesitate and turned to leave.

He had no intention of using his own yellow rose to test the power of this Sea-Stabilizing Divine Iron.

However, Zheng Jing refused to let him leave.

He wielded the golden cudgel with effortless ease, using three-tenths of his strength in a single strike while retaining seven-tenths. With a timely release, he sent the cudgel flying like a gazelle's horns, aiming at Dilumudo, who had only managed to retreat two steps.

"call!"

A strong gust of wind swept across, landing on the faces of the Heroic Spirits and Masters outside the battle.

It's easy to imagine that if Diarmuid hadn't been so agile, and that blow had landed squarely, the outcome would have been decided immediately!

In the blink of an eye, the stick chased after the twin pistols, and Zheng Jing pursued Diarmuid. They had already exchanged nearly ten blows. Even the Masters who couldn't see the details of the attack and defense could see that Diarmuid was struggling and completely at a disadvantage.

The Knight King, skilled in battle formations, could see that if things continued like this, Diarmuid would probably be killed on the spot in less than twenty rounds!

Kenneth watched this scene, sweat beading on his forehead and a chill running down his spine.

He had exhausted all the magical techniques he knew to assist him; any further, and all he could do was...

Looking down at the bright red Command Seals on the back of his hand, the Lord of the Clock Tower never imagined that he would be defeated so humiliatingly on the very first night of this Far East war.

"Lancer's Master, how about... we make a deal?"

Just then, Kenneth heard Irisviel shout.

Chapter 99: Wei Yuanchuan's Two Heroes Battle Zheng Jing

“I can get Saber to help you, but you must first remove the curse from Saber.”

"Irisviel?!"

The Knight King looked at Irisviel in surprise.

Then she realized that such a move was something Irisviel could never have come up with.

With a shift in his gaze, the King of Knights, a hint of anger in his eyes, stared intently at Kiritsugu Emiya, whose expression remained unchanged.

But the next second, Irisviel stood between her and Kiritsugu Emiya.

Her face, as beautiful as a fairy's, was filled with remorse.

The Knight King frowned deeply.

Even disregarding this opportunistic behavior, in her view, the duel between Diarmuid and Zheng Jing was a fair and square fight.

Regardless of the final outcome or life or death, she shouldn't have disturbed them!

"...The Einzbern family's homunculus, do you think I need your assistance?"

Kenneth, standing on high ground, looked down at Irisviel.

“As you have seen, Lancer’s dual pistols are no match for that one’s attack. But if it were Saber, she might be able to do it with the sword in her hand. However, the injury to one arm will inevitably limit her performance. You understand that, right, Lancer’s Master?”

Just then, Kiritsugu Emiya spoke.

Irisviel is not good at verbal exchanges, so the fact that he chose to step forward at this point shows that Zheng Jing put a lot of pressure on him.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Is this a place where you can speak up?"

As he said this, Kenneth didn't even glance at Kiritsugu Emiya.

"If this continues, Lancer might really not be able to hold on."