Type-Moon Assassination Fist 173
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 173
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 173 The First Work
It had been a long time since Kuzuki met a worthy opponent, a true warrior like the ones from the Twelve Labors, where strength and technique were the only currencies that mattered.
Not those shape-shifting monsters or the various cheaters, but a straightforward, powerful foe who could engage in a thrilling battle, exchanging blows and showcasing their physical prowess and martial arts skills in a fight to the finish.
Such an opponent was hard to come by, and the prospect of facing one was exhilarating, like a battle against a formidable enemy from the world of Orario, where only the strongest survived.
Encountering such an opponent was a rare occurrence, and Kuzuki’s blood began to boil with anticipation, his fighting spirit rising with each passing moment, like the thrill of a battle against a powerful Servant from the Fate universe.
His body began to tense up, his blood pumping with excitement, as his fighting spirit continued to grow, fueled by the prospect of a fierce and intense battle, like the ones fought by the heroes of DanMachi.
The Berserker, with his Noble Phantasm, God Hand, was a formidable opponent, a true warrior who could only be defeated through a combination of strength, strategy, and cunning, much like the battles fought by the heroes of the Type-Moon universe.
The previous punch had not killed the Berserker, only left him severely injured, but his ability to continue fighting, his Battle Continuation, allowed him to keep going, even with wounds that would be fatal to a normal person, a testament to his unyielding will to fight.
Ignoring the ribs that had been pierced through his skin, the Berserker took a deep breath, his chest heaving with effort, like a balloon being inflated, as he charged forward, his sword at the ready, his movements a blur, like those of a skilled warrior from the world of Fate.
With a fierce battle cry, the Berserker struck, his stone knife flashing in the light, aiming to crush Kuzuki beneath its weight, like a powerful blow from a Servant’s Noble Phantasm.
Kuzuki’s shoulders moved, and multiple afterimages of his arms appeared, striking the Berserker with a series of powerful blows, each one landing with the force of a battering ram, and the speed of a whirlwind, a true display of martial arts prowess, like the battles fought by the heroes of DanMachi.
Boom!
The impact was like a cannonball hitting a block of tofu, Kuzuki’s fist striking the Berserker with incredible force, creating a massive crater, and sending blood and flesh flying everywhere, like a gruesome spectacle from the world of Fate.
The blood and flesh, mixed with bone fragments, shot out like a shotgun blast, hitting the ground behind the Berserker, creating a series of small holes, as the Berserker’s body, now nothing more than a skeleton, collapsed to the ground, its strength gone, like a defeated enemy from the world of Orario.
But, in a shocking turn of events, the Berserker’s body began to regenerate, his flesh and blood reconstituting, like a reversal of time, as he returned to his full strength, a testament to his unyielding will to fight, like the battles fought by the heroes of the Type-Moon universe.
“Very good.”
Kuzuki withdrew his fist, looking at the Berserker, who was now like a wild beast, his fighting spirit rising, as he prepared for the next round of their intense battle, like the epic clashes between heroes and monsters from the world of DanMachi.
If you took out Berserker with pure strength once, what about this move?
Kuzuki’s fists slowly crossed.
“Hokuto Hundred Crack Fist.”
The next second, the air buzzed, and thousands of fist shadows, like an avalanche, struck out in a tidal wave, the howling of the wind echoing throughout the sky!
A torrent of strength was unleashed from his fists, and the resurrected Heracles (Berserker) was almost blown away in the first instant.
The overwhelming strength and fighting spirit pierced his body, thousands upon hundreds of punches landing consecutively.
Heracles (Berserker) was still in mid-air when his tough body began to disintegrate, tearing and being swallowed by the fist shadows.
Ignoring physical attacks at the B rank and below, possessing a physical body with defense higher than a tank’s front armor, the Absolute that could catch a cannonball barehanded was no lie.
This terrifying body was torn apart and disassembled by Kuzuki’s fists.
How terrifying!
Boom!
Like mountains and rivers collapsing, air currents raged and churned, a wall of wind pressure swept over, flattening and crushing everything in front of Kuzuki.
Trees fell, dust columns rose.
“How is this possible… Berserker has only used up 2 lives in just 3 minutes.” Ilya, thousands of meters away, frowned with concern, worrying if Berserker could hold Kuzuki back.
“Sella, take the, mistress, leave.” Lilith pulled out a giant axe-gun from somewhere and held it in front of her.
Sella didn’t argue, she picked up Ilya and ran.
In the thick fog, the figures of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers appeared and disappeared, their numbers terrifyingly numerous.
As an artificial human, Lilith possessed excellent combat performance.
If her Servant attributes were to be described, her Strength reached the B+ level!
Like a meteor streaking across the sky, with a deafening boom, she landed in the midst of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers legion, exploding a crater in the castle’s lawn.
The hundred-kilogram giant axe-gun felt like a straw in Lilith’s hands as she wielded it with ease.
Her posture was like a legendary warrior who single-handedly charged into a battlefield, plunging into the heart of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers legion.
The elite troops summoned by Magecraft were utterly unable to withstand her, crumbling like a sandcastle at her touch, as fragile as a fortress made of sand on a beach!
The contradictory poses of gentleness and ferocity overlapped within her, and in just an instant, Lilith had cut through the Dragon Tooth Soldiers like a hot knife through butter, leaving them in a bloody mess.
If the Dragon Tooth Soldiers weren’t creatures born from Magecraft, but rather true soldiers of a military array, they would have likely suffered a crushing defeat, their morale shattered by her relentless onslaught!
Although she was a lone warrior, unmatched in her bravery, and continued to defeat the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, she couldn’t hold back the tide, for she was but one person, able to hold off one wave, but not the entirety; the Dragon Tooth Soldiers at the front of the castle were falling like flies, but those at the rear just kept coming, an endless horde.
These skeletal warriors, armed to the teeth, poured into the castle, searching every room, their bony feet clattering against the stone floor, and though the castle’s vastness might provide temporary refuge, it wouldn’t last forever.
“Put me down, Sella,” Ilyasviel said, her voice unwavering, her exquisite face a mask of icy calm, a testament to her unshakeable resolve, like a doll with a cold, calculating gaze.
“Protecting you is my mission, I’m afraid I must disobey,” Sella replied, carrying Ilyasviel to the highest point of the castle, before setting her down and standing guard at the stairs, her expression tense, like a puppet on a string, her actions driven by a singular purpose.
Both Sella and Lilith were failed creations, dolls that didn’t quite meet expectations; Lilith, though excelling in battle, lacked the ability to express emotions and had issues with her mechanical body, while Sella was too fragile, devoid of any combat prowess, but possessing exceptional magical circuits, a delicate, porcelain doll with a hidden strength.
Ilyasviel let out a sigh, feeling exasperated by Sella’s stubbornness: “These Servants are here to kill the Undying, don’t worry, Sella…uh.”
The silver-haired loli suddenly furrowed her brow, a flicker of pain crossing her face, like a fleeting shadow on a moonlit night.
“Milady…”
“I’m fine, Berserker…got killed again,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration, like a master of the Mystic Eyes, gazing into the abyss.
Sella couldn’t comprehend, for in her eyes, as a demigod from Greek mythology, this Holy Grail War should have been a cakewalk, a stroll through a field of cherry blossoms.
The sound of scuttling, like the rustling of leaves, or the quiet hum of insects, echoed from the stairs below, a soft susurrus that seemed to grow louder by the second.
“Lokalisieren, Transfer!” she exclaimed, her voice firm, like a commander issuing orders on the battlefield, as she prepared to unleash her magical abilities, to weave a spell of protection around herself and Ilyasviel.
Sella immediately began her incantation, and a circular Magecraft formation appeared under her and Ilyasviel’s feet, flashing with light as they instantly teleported to a small house beside the castle, temporarily evading the search by the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.
This could only be done within the castle, which had already been completely occupied by the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, and the nearby small house was also soon to be overrun.
On the Open Space, Lilith was surrounded by an innumerable army of Dragon Tooth Soldiers, unable to escape like being trapped in a quagmire.
Sella was anxious, watching as the Dragon Tooth Soldiers filling the entire castle began to spread elsewhere, her expression suddenly becoming determined.
If necessary, she would have to sacrifice herself to lure the Dragon Tooth Soldiers away.
In the forest on the far side of the castle, Medea (Caster) was pale and on the verge of collapse.
Medusa (Rider), fully armed, stood guard beside her.
“Must it be done to this extent?” Medusa (Rider) asked, perplexed.
Summoning thousands of Dragon Tooth Soldiers in one breath, forming an army, this level of consumption would be unbearable even for a Caster renowned for their Mana quantity.
Medea (Caster) gritted her silver teeth, silently not responding.
Suddenly, a sound came from the forest, and a figure darted out of the darkness like an arrow, jumping to the side of the two with a few bounds.
It was a blonde-haired girl wearing armor, with a dignified and stern expression, reminiscent of Rin.
Without needing to exchange words, they were enemies who could not be swayed by words, and with opposing targets, the only option was to engage in battle!
No discussion was necessary; they were foes who couldn’t be persuaded by speech, and with conflicting objectives, only combat would settle it!
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