Chapter 179: Have the Guts to Face Off Against My Big Brother

“Hum—”

Accompanied by the hum of energy particles, a purple plasma spark blade slashed forward with searing heat.

At the same moment, Lancer’s spear shattered the ground, its crimson tip sinking into solid concrete.

Sensing the incoming heatwave, Lancer frowned, immediately releasing his left hand, stomping his right foot to crack the ground, and using the recoil to launch his left leg upward, slamming it hard against the spear buried in the earth.

The next instant, the spearhead tore free, tracing a crimson arc as it collided with the purple energy blade.

“Hum!”

A sound unlike metal clashing came from ahead—the searing tip of the plasma blade barely grazed his nose.

Lancer seized his spear and thrust it forward like lightning.

“Shhh—”

The crimson spearhead ripped through the air with a shrill whistle, forcing Bai Zeming to cross his blade in defense and leap backward, landing beside Wei Gong Vice Minister.

Once stabilized, Bai Zeming lifted his head, the purple plasma spark blade hanging at his side, his dark eyes fixed through the helmet’s holographic display on the blue-armored youth before him.

“Not bad!”

Lancer spun his spear idly, slinging the crimson weapon over his shoulder, watching him with interest: “I underestimated you!”

Bai Zeming snorted, his triangular reactor on the chest firing at full power, glowing with blinding blue light.

“I’m curious…”

He stared at Lancer, voice low: “How did you find me?”

Lancer raised an eyebrow, a strange expression flickering across his handsome face.

“Kid, are you serious?”

“...”

Bai Zeming froze, then frowned, a sense of dread rising in his chest.

“Let me explain!”

A clear, melodious voice came from beside him.

Bai Zeming turned to see Faran Lin, dressed in red, landing on the rooftop, glancing at him: “I don’t know what kind of lineage you have on the mainland, but since earlier, your magical energy has been as glaring as a lightbulb—hard to miss, don’t you think?!”

So it was the magical energy!

Bai Zeming suddenly understood.

No wonder this experience differed slightly from the last.

Last time, he was just an ordinary man with rudimentary martial skills.

Wei Gong Vice Minister, though talented, had only received beginner-level magical training; his magical circuits were long sealed, and even Faran Lin wasn’t sure if he was a magician at all.

Add to that Faran Lin’s attempt to analyze the barrier, which activated its magical nodes, causing magical energy to permeate the vicinity and conceal the two nearly mortal individuals—this was why the Heroic Spirits hadn’t noticed them.

But this time, Bai Zeming had implanted a spiritual root and possessed magical energy.

This energy was essentially a variant of the magic from Furiiren’s world, entirely different from Fate’s magical energy, making it far more conspicuous.

“I’ve never seen such ancient magic—or such peculiar attire.”

Faran Lin stared intently at the silver-red armor, speaking slowly: “Transfer student, who exactly are you?”

Never seen before?

Then that’s right!

Bai Zeming glanced at her, voice calm: “Who I am is none of your business. This spear-wielder has a personal grudge against me. As your Master, you shouldn’t mind staying out of this, right?”

“...”

Lancer raised an eyebrow, looking at Bai Zeming with slight surprise.

Faran Lin blinked, her gaze instinctively shifting to the air beside her.

The next instant, the air twisted, revealing another Heroic Spirit.

He had short, snow-white hair, slightly dark skin, and an indescribable resolve in his bearing.

His eyebrows were white, his eyes deep black; his tall frame was clad in a tight red-and-black battle suit, highlighting every bulging muscle.

“Of course I don’t mind!”

After appearing, the white-haired Heroic Spirit crossed his arms and smiled: “By all means.”

Hearing this, Lancer grinned, lowered his spear, and assumed an offensive stance.

He had initially hesitated at the order to kill an innocent boy—but if this was a trained warrior, then fine.

“Kid, are you ready?”

“...”

Bai Zeming said nothing, only gazed at him deeply.

The next instant, his leg and back thrusters ignited; the silver-red armor shattered the ground, becoming a streak of light racing toward Lancer.

“Come on!”

Lancer laughed, swinging his spear to meet him.

“Hum! Hum! Hum!”

Amid the hum of energy vibrations, the purple plasma blade and crimson spear clashed repeatedly in midair.

Bai Zeming lifted off the ground; his leg thrusters, adjusted automatically by Lucy’s calculations, stabilized his flight and circled Lancer, attacking from every unexpected angle.

But unfortunately, Bai Zeming had never formally trained with weapons.

His strength lay in Baimei Fist—wielding the plasma blade only hindered his true power.

Meanwhile, after initial probing, Lancer had gauged the boy’s level.

How to put it? He had some skill—but not much.

Disappointed, he sighed, then swung his arms, sweeping his spear upward to deflect the incoming plasma blade, then thrusting sharply diagonally upward.

“Shhh—”

In an instant, the crimson spearhead, trailing a howling wind, surged like a blood dragon emerging from darkness, piercing between the two silver-red armored arms, aiming straight for the similarly colored faceplate.

“Warning! Warning...”

The AI’s alarm echoed in his ears.

Bai Zeming’s heart sank; blue light flared instantly in his palm.

The next instant, a torrent of blue energy blasted from his palm, slamming toward Lancer’s cheek.

Lancer hadn’t anticipated this—he barely twisted his head, letting the pale blue beam graze his ear and hair.

“Boom!”

A thunderous crash left a basin-sized crater in the rooftop concrete.

Bai Zeming used the recoil to launch himself upward, hovering five to six meters in the air, watching Lancer below with lingering shock.

Lancer now stood still, spear lowered, his expression grim as he touched his charred, curled blue hair behind his ear.

Seeing this, Faran Lin’s expression turned peculiar.

She had initially assumed the steel armor was some special magical attire—but now it looked unmistakably like a sci-fi exoskeleton.

But how could that be?

Not only was modern technology incapable of crafting such armor, but even if someone possessed such tech, how could it possibly harm a Lancer, a Heroic Spirit?!

There was no doubt—this armor was far more than mere technology.

As Faran Lin pondered this, Lancer lowered his arm, looked up at the hovering Bai Zeming, and resumed his stance, speaking calmly:

“...Kid, now I’m going to get serious.”

Bai Zeming quickly said: “Wait!”

Lancer paused, frowning: “What are you up to now?”

Watching the spearman below—his hair damaged, yet not a single wound on his body—Bai Zeming’s expression grew complex, sighing inwardly.

Of course—even with the steel armor and implanted artificial spiritual root, his current strength was no match for a Heroic Spirit.

Though he still had hidden cards, so did Lancer—not yet pushed to his limits...

No, rather, except for that final palm cannon, the entire battle had been under Lancer’s control.

Compared to Lancer’s legendary spear techniques, Bai Zeming’s methods were like a child just learning to walk—unable to impose even the slightest pressure.

And now, Lancer was serious.

He could no longer surprise him with unexpected tactics, as before.

Under these circumstances, Bai Zeming knew—he had zero chance...

Recalling the terrifying pressure of that crimson spear, he spoke softly:

“What a pity... if only I had another year...”

“A year?”

Lancer shook his head: “Given your youth, I’ll give you one more minute. If you’re scared, fly away with your armor now—wait any longer, and you won’t get another chance!”

Before he finished speaking, Lancer suddenly frowned, murmuring: “I understand... no objections... fine, I’ll deal with these two boys who saw us...”

“Ugh, what a disgusting job. Can this really be called heroism?”

Lancer sighed, then looked up at the hovering Bai Zeming: “Sorry, kid. I’ve got a troublesome Master—I’m afraid you’ll have to die here.”

Hearing this, Faran Lin frowned and stepped forward.

But before she could move, the white-haired, red-clad Heroic Spirit raised a hand to stop her.

“Archer?”

Faran Lin narrowed her brows, whispering: “You really intend to let Lancer kill these two innocent students?”

Red A glanced at her, voice calm: “Master, I don’t dislike your excessive kindness—but before acting, isn’t it better to observe the situation carefully?”

"...Situation?"

Tohsaka Rin frowned. "Can't you see? They're no match for Lancer!"

"Really?" Red A replied indifferently, his tone oddly complex. "But I feel that since just now, the boy has lost all pressure and panic."

"As if he's just made some decision that could alter the battle..."

Tohsaka Rin froze slightly, unable to help raising her head to gaze at the silver-and-red armor in the sky.

Bai Ze removed his faceplate, revealing his face as if giving up entirely, and looked down at Lancer, saying:

"Fine, I admit you're stronger than me—but isn't it pointless for a Heroic Spirit to bully a human?"

"Why don't you go fight my big brother instead?"

Oh?

More allies?

Lancer raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Though I'm curious about this brother of yours, distant help won't save you now. Unless you can use your Command Spell to summon him, death remains inevitable..."

"Why the rush?"

Bai Zeming grinned, revealing a row of white teeth:

"Want to meet my big brother? That's easy."

"I'll call him right now!"

(End of Chapter)