He did not counterattack with a spiral arrow, nor did he deploy Rho Aias for defense, nor did he use magic to escape.
All three of Weber's speculations were proven wrong. However, when the sword in Sakatsuki's hand ca into view, Rider could not possibly bla Weber.
Even if Zhuge Kongming himself were here, he wouldn't have been able to predict this—because the sword in the young man's hand was simply too overpowered!
It was a blade that would never be destroyed, as it was inscribed with the runes of the spirits.
Although this sword had been tainted by the blood of the Round Table and had fallen into a demonic sword, its blade still shimred with a brilliance akin to moonlight reflecting on a lake.
Its na was "Arondight," a treasure that stood in opposition to the holy sword Excalibur!
But this should have been the Noble Phantasm of Berserker Lancelot!
"No way..."
Iskandar muttered in shock, feeling a chill run down his spine.
If he rembered correctly, the ability of Arondight was—
"Breaking All Restraints - Overloaded Light of the Lake!"
The young man holding the sword shouted, raising the demonic sword high!
By overloading the smooth, mirror-like lake light, the hidden magical energy overflowed, releasing a light-based slash—a powerful attack on the level of an anti-army Noble Phantasm!
Seeing the unavoidable magical slash from Arondight, Iskandar steeled his heart and charged forward on his divine chariot, crashing head-on into the attack!
"My 'Via Expugnatio' will not lose to you! Haaaaaaah!"
The surging lightning clashed with the serene lake light, exploding into countless streams of magical energy, lighting up the night sky with a dazzling brilliance.
The spectacle, like the rising sun, startled countless people from their sleep. They pulled back their curtains, only to be horrified by the sight of the entire sky filled with intertwining purple and blue light, which slowly faded away.
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One was an A ranked Noble Phantasm, Via Expugnatio.
The other was an A ranked demonic sword, Breaking All Restraints - Overloaded Light of the Lake.
Logically, it should have been an evenly matched battle.
However, when the clash ended, Sakatsuki and Iskandar's conditions were vastly different.
Sakatsuki, standing atop a high building, was unhard, though the demonic sword in his hand had dissipated into spirit particles. In contrast, Rider was in a much worse state—his divine chariot was riddled with holes, the two bulls were weakly bellowing, their bodies scorched black, and one of them even had a broken horn.
But this was understandable. Although it was a clash of Noble Phantasms, compared to the light cannon Sakatsuki had unleashed, the Conqueror had charged in personally with his chariot.
The light cannon could dissipate, but the Conqueror couldn't just go down with it.
So, the reality was this: Sakatsuki was unscathed, while Rider, after clashing with an anti-army Noble Phantasm, had lost the strength to continue fighting.
It should have ended like this—
"AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!"
What a soul-shaking roar it was.
It was as if, after a bloody battle and being covered in wounds, he still mustered the strength to trample the world underfoot.
Amidst the roar, Rider charged forward on his chariot. Despite his massive body bleeding profusely, his blood-stained face only made him look more ferocious!
"What!"
Sakatsuki had not expected the heavily wounded Rider to suddenly erupt with such ferocity. Caught off guard, he was montarily stunned by Iskandar's expression. In that brief mont, the spiral arrow he had prepared was too late to fire, and he could only clumsily roll to the side, narrowly avoiding the powerful slash of Iskandar's sword. Then, with his right hand, he pulled a spear from his imaginary pocket and thrust it behind him!
Clang!
The spear tip was deflected by the bull's horn. Although the divine bull roared in pain, Iskandar had already taken advantage of Sakatsuki's open stance, slashing down rcilessly with his sword!
At the critical mont, Sakatsuki finally snapped out of his daze, a fierce glint in his eyes. He dragged the spear tip back, opting not to defend but to counterattack!
Thud!
Swish!
The blade and spear tip both flashed with blood. On the rooftop, the two figures seed to freeze in place.
The cool night breeze blew, carrying away the blood and deathly stillness on the rooftop.
Drip, drip!
That was the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, Sakatsuki's Crimson Spear of Exorcism had completely pierced through Rider's armour, stabbing into his left abdon. anwhile, Iskandar's sword was blocked by the white sword Kanshou, projected by Sakatsuki's left hand, leaving only a bloody scratch on Sakatsuki's face.
An inch longer, an inch stronger. Moreover, Iskandar was a king, and his combat skills were inherently inferior to Sakatsuki's.
The outco was decided.
But Sakatsuki knew he couldn't kill Iskandar anymore—because his figure was already beginning to dissipate. Clearly, Weber had sensed the danger and, like Kariya, had called for his Servant to retreat.
With Sakatsuki's left hand occupied by Iskandar's sword and his right hand's spear locked in place by Iskandar's muscles, he couldn't press the attack further.
"Brilliant strategy."
Iskandar said, his face neither angry nor smiling as usual, despite his defeat.
"But Sakatsuki, have you realized your own shortcomings—"
His voice gradually faded, signalling Rider's retreat.
[Fate Compendium Updated]
[Record Condition 2: Defeat/Kill Iskandar. (Completed)]
[Reward obtained: 'Riding' Skill Compatibility!]
[Additional explanation: Skill compatibility allows the host to gain abilities they originally did not possess.]
Sakatsuki slowly retracted his spear, wiping the blood from the wound on his face, his expression devoid of joy.
If Iskandar's injuries had been slightly less severe or if his combat skills had been slightly more refined...
Then the one severely wounded or even dead would have been Sakatsuki.
"My combat awareness isn't up to par yet. After all, I'm just an ordinary person who inherited the power of the Great Hero."
The wound on his face healed rapidly, but the scar left in his heart was harder to nd.
"I still have a long way to go..."
With a sigh, Sakatsuki looked up at the moon. Under the bright moonlight, a golden flying vessel hung in the sky, flaunting its presence without restraint.
Among the kings in this Holy Grail War, only one was so fond of extravagance.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A leisurely applause rang out. The golden king, sitting cross-legged on the 'Vimana,' clapped his hands while offering a condescending complint.
"As a chef, you've put on quite a show for . To think you could beat Rider like that—impressive! I'm pleased!"
Sakatsuki looked at the arrogant Gilgash, his expression blank.
"Is that so? But unfortunately, I'm not particularly happy."
Hearing this, the Hero King's amused smile turned into a cold sneer.
"You have no right to bargain with . Even if you have to force it, put on a smile for !"
The Gate of Babylon opened behind him, and several Noble Phantasms shot out, only to be swiftly shot down by Sakatsuki, who had already drawn his bow.
Seeing Gilgash's expression turn cold, Sakatsuki finally allowed a faint smile to appear.
"As my final prey, please join in an Archer battle, Hero King."
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