"Oh, our Emiya Shirou player actually projected sixteen inherent spirit suits at the same time, is this to blast the Momoya Samurai player to scum?"

"I won't be bombarded to the scum!"

Looking at the figure of Emiya Shirou and the sixteen inherent spirit suits standing around him, Momoya Samurai's eyes also burned with fighting spirit.

"As long as it's not a flame, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

"I'll show you the power of my armor!"

"Rush!"

Determined to wash away his humiliation, the Momoya samurai launched a decisive charge.

The sword that vows to block everything with its own armor.

He has this confidence!

"Maybe, I might win!"

The Peach Valley Samurai in the charge thought so.

"Really? Is this the decision of the seniors? That's great! ”

"But these are of no use, no matter how strong the armor is, it makes no difference in front of me, it's just tissue paper!"

"Take it, senior! This is the Judgment of Ten Thousand Swords! ”

As Emiya Shirou's words fell, the sixteen weapons behind him quickly shot out.

In the sound of the breaking wind, even if Emiya Shirou did not adjust the speed of the projection to the maximum value, the distance between the two was still crossed in an instant.

"It's coming!"

Raising the shield on his armor and covering himself behind the shield, the eyes of the Momoya samurai were filled with joy.

He had seen these inherent spiritual costumes, after all, what Emiya Shirou copied were the inherent spiritual costumes of the students of the Broken Military Academy.

As a third-year student with old qualifications, the Peach Valley Samurai naturally knew some of the owners of these inherent spiritual costumes.

Therefore, he was excited.

Because the original owner of these inherently spiritual suits couldn't break through his defenses, could he break through now?

It's a pity that the Peach Valley Samurai didn't understand.

Depending on the owner of the weapon, the power that can be exerted is also completely different.

In the constant flow of air, the projected equipment came into contact with the shield of the Momoya samurai.

It was at this moment that the pupils of the Peach Valley Samurai shrank suddenly.

The sound of the clash of the inherent spirit suits did not come.

The touch of colliding with each other did not come.

All I could hear was a sharp tingling sensation.

His arm is pierced!

"Ahh

Intense pain swept in, but before he could fully wail, the next moment, even more intense pain followed.

The limbs, torso, and in addition to the head, the armored Momoya samurai was instantly pierced into a sieve.

Looking at the Momoya samurai who was still in the center of the ring, covered in weapons and bleeding, after a moment of silence, the staff on the side reacted and quickly came to the stage to rescue.

At the same time, the surrounding audience cheered.

"Oh my God, sixteen inherent spirit suits flashed by, and the armor of the Peach Valley Samurai was shattered in an instant."

"Abandon the cowardly Momoya samurai player by a move in an instant!"

"What kind of strength and domineering is this!"

"This is the pride of our school, copy the swordsman Emiya Shirou!"

"Copy swordsman, Emiya Shirou, the strongest to break the army!"

"Copy swordsman, Emiya Shirou, the strongest to break the army!"

"Copy swordsman, Emiya Shirou, the strongest to break the army!"

Amid the cheers of the surrounding crowd, Emiya Shirou raised his right hand in response to the cheers of the surrounding audience.

Then he saw Edwise waving at him in the audience.

Waving at her in response, Emiya Shirou looked at the Peach Valley Samurai who was being carried out of the field by the staff.

The armor-type inherent spirit suit is indeed easy to use, but the weapons projected by oneself all contain the concept of severance, that is, one's true ability.

In the face of the concept of severance, no matter how impenetrable it is, it is useless.

There is no more stupid decision to defend yourself with a shield and armor in front of you.

But that's exactly what happens when the lack of intelligence comes in.

However, he didn't make a ruthless move, and he didn't aim at the other party's vital points.

As long as Peach Valley Samurai is sent into the regeneration chamber in time, his injuries will quickly disappear.

Witnessed by all the surrounding spectators, Emiya Shirou received the medal from the hands of the teachers present to represent the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival in the Broken Army Academy.

After that, Emiya Shirou made a long story short and quickly ended the small ceremony.

Then run outside.

"Really, can't the award of the medal wait until the end for everyone to join together? It's a waste of my time! ”

Although Emiya Shirou's movements were very fast, he was still a few minutes slower due to the delay of the medal ceremony.

After meeting up with Edward, who had been arranged beforehand outside, the two quickly ran to another training ground.

With the speed of the two, they soon came to the competition venue of Heitie Yihui.

"Looks like we're here by coincidence!"

Standing in the corridor and finding a vacant seat to sit down, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Kuroti Kazuki and Todo Daohua, who were constantly fighting in the center of the ring.

The two of them really compared to swordsmanship.

Although Dongtang Daohua's swordsmanship level is not as good as that of Heitie Yihui, under the increase in magic power, she can still barely suppress the other party with all attributes surpassing Heitie Yihui.

Once caught by Black Iron Yihui, he will be counterattacked instantly.

In the field of swordsmanship, Black Iron Yihui is definitely the strongest existence in the Broken Army Academy.

Even Emiya Shirou can't outdo him in pure swordsmanship.

In the original book, in the swordsmanship duel with Heitie Yihui, Stella ushered in defeat in an instant after her own swordsmanship was seen through by Emiya Shirou.

If it weren't for the fact that Black Iron Yihui didn't open a sword Shura at that time and couldn't break the defense, Stella's loss would have been even more miserable.

"But this situation should be over, and the two of them are about to face off in the final showdown!"

As the world's No. 1 swordsman, Edwards instantly saw through the level of the two and said so.

"That's right, Dongtang Daohua is too much worse than Heitie Yihui in swordsmanship, even if he makes up for it with magic power, it won't help!"

The reason why this is so is because Dongtang Daohua itself is a magic knight who focuses on swordsmanship, supplemented by abilities.

In this way, if she wants to show her strongest strength, she must enter the field of melee combat.

That's her battleground.

But it is also the battlefield of Black Iron Kazuki.

In the original book, Todo Daohua didn't have any intention of dodging in the face of Heitetsu Yihui's strongest blow, because she couldn't dodge, that was her strongest domain.

In addition to the response to Kurotetsu Kazuki, what is more important is her own beliefs.

For Dongtang Daohua, if she didn't even dare to deal with melee combat, then where else could she fight.

For swordsmen of their rank, faith is even more important.

If you lose your self-confidence because of a win or loss, that's a real disaster.

Therefore, the collision of the strongest stunts of the two is inevitable.

"I will crush your strongest with my weakest!"

"One Sword Shura!"

With a roar from Black Iron Yihui in the field, a large amount of magic appeared from his body.

Although these magic powers are really small in the eyes of Emiya Shirou, they are enough for Kurotetsu Kazuki!

"Rachel!"

The magic of the two is constantly gathering, and this is the final blow that the two are about to make.

As the two sprinted, Emiya Shirou and Edwise discovered at the same time.

Heitie Yihui, who was originally slower than Dongtang Daohua in speed, accelerated again in the sprint, and as he accelerated, his body began to crack inexplicably, bleeding!

And that's evolution.

The evolved Black Iron Ikki, and the evolved One Sword Shura.

Its name is, a sword rakshasa!