Chapter 190: I’m a Man of Many Weapons
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Illyasviel stared at the battle unfolding before her.
It was a brutal, elegant dance of death, a clash of legends brought to life.
Warriors clad in gleaming armor, their movements a blur of motion, steel clashing against steel, the air crackling with energy.
Diarmuid's footfalls pulverized the concrete beneath him, the slightest breeze sending dust swirling around him—a display of exquisite control.
The pressure wave from a swing of his short sword sliced through a lamppost twenty meters away, the cut clean and precise. And from the calm expression on his face, it was clear he wasn't even using his full strength.
If not for Haru's Boost, amplifying her senses, Illyasviel wouldn't have been able to follow their movements. But even with enhanced perception, she knew that a single blow from either Servant would mean instant death for her.
Swords tore through the sky, feet shattered the earth. Though their movements seemed effortless, the container yard was being reshaped, its very landscape transformed by their power.
"So this is a battle between Servants..." Illyasviel murmured, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and horror. Sheltered by Haru, this was her first time witnessing such brutality.
"That sword—it's troublesome..."