Chapter 182

【Bai Zeming: Since I am the eighth Master, does that mean Emiya Shirou can still summon Saber?】

【Lin Yu: Of course!】

【Bai Zeming: Then what about the three I'm serving?】

【Bai Zeming: What is their class?】

【Lin Yu: You've become a Master, can't you see for yourself?】

Bai Zeming was slightly stunned, then reacted and hurriedly looked at Zhao Yun, the only one with a solid body.

According to the rules of the Holy Grail War, a Master would be granted a simple clairvoyance ability to know the approximate strength of an opponent, and thereby observe the opponent's status, muscle strength, agility, and other distinguished information.

This ability would present itself in different forms depending on the Master.

And as a transmigrator, Bai Zeming's understanding of this ability was more game-oriented, so what he saw was also a game-like attribute panel.

【Heroic Spirit Composite (Zhao Yun Form)】

【Class: General】

Does that mean there are also Guan Yu form and Zhang Fei form?

... What kind of Tiga three-form is this!

And this class, it's actually General?

Bai Zeming couldn't help but ask in the group: "Is there this class in the original work?"

Lin Yu replied: "Don't worry about whether it's in the original work or not, it's there now!"

What Lancer, Archer, Rider, this kind of division was simply too simple and crude.

As a famous Chinese general, being proficient in archery, cavalry, and infantry was the most basic requirement.

Considering this, Lin Yu specially created a General class so that the Shu Han dream team could use all their abilities and Noble Phantasms to exert their maximum power.

Seeing Lin Yu's message, Bai Zeming was speechless.

The big shot's actions were unrestrained, really not something a small fry like him could speculate on.

Bai Zeming muttered in his heart while continuing to watch.

Then, he was blinded by Zhao Yun's luxurious attributes—

【Strength B, Endurance A, Agility A, Mana C, Luck???, Noble Phantasm A++】

Looking at Zhao Yun's attributes, Bai Zeming couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Especially those three big question marks, which made his heart surge.

"What does it mean?"

"Is the luck value off the charts?!"

As expected of the famous Zhao Zilong of Changshan!

With this level of luck attribute, paired with A-level agility, no wonder he could enter and exit Changban Slope seven times!

Thinking of this, Bai Zeming smiled from ear to ear, immediately turned his head, and looked at Lancer holding the scarlet spear, and Archer, who had a solemn expression behind Tohsaka Rin.

"Next, it's the second round!"

Bai Zeming held the Shu Han dream team and had the strength to shake Heroic Spirits himself, so he was full of confidence and extremely arrogant.

Seeing the arrogant expression on his face, Lancer twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he was quite unhappy about this.

But what was even more unhappy was yet to come. Bai Zeming hooked his finger and said with a smile: "Which of you two will go first?"

"Forget it, why don't you both come together!"

The two: "..."

Veins popped out on Lancer's forehead, and he couldn't help but grip the spear in his hand.

"Wait!"

Just at this moment, a deafening voice came from the side.

Bai Zeming was startled by this voice and hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhang Fei's phantom.

"Third Brother, please keep it down, this kid's ears really can't take it!"

"..."

Zhang Fei was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Little brother, don't be alarmed, I didn't mean to do it..."

This sentence was indeed not a lie. Although his voice was loud during his lifetime, it wasn't loud enough to sound like thunder.

It was the legends of this world that distorted his true appearance, giving him a bonus in voice, as well as the classic image of the fierce Zhang Fei with a leopard head, round eyes, swallow chin, and tiger whiskers...

Thinking of this, Zhang Fei felt somewhat dejected.

Although he couldn't be called handsome during his lifetime, at least he was a fair-faced gentleman, so how did he become so rugged?

After complaining, Zhang Fei said in a low voice: "As the saying goes, to settle the outside, one must first settle the inside. Before facing the enemy, let's decide who will go out!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Fei's round eyes widened, and he looked at Bai Zeming with burning eyes.

Zhao Yun and Guan Yu also turned their heads, likewise casting their gazes toward Bai Zeming.

At this time, all three had received the rules of the Holy Grail War and the basic knowledge of the modern world.

Clearly, they all wanted to stretch their muscles after a long time and meet heroes from different eras.

Especially the Lancer in front of them, this guy's identity had already been pointed out by Lin Yu.

As a typical Celtic warrior, Cú Chulainn was a warrior who didn't like unnecessary decorations and liked to fight like a beast. Even if it was a close friend, if the other party was in the enemy camp, he would laugh and sigh about bad luck while fighting them to the death.

Guan, Zhang, and Zhao all admired this kind of warrior who was pure to the extreme.

The expectant gazes of the three peerless fierce generals put Bai Zeming under great pressure.

After hesitating for a moment, he said cautiously: "Since he's a Lancer, why not let the Fourth Brother go?"

Fourth Brother?

Zhao Yun was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but look at Guan and Zhang.

Afterward, he smiled slightly: "Second Brother, Third Brother, rest assured, leave it to Zilong!"

Guan Yu stroked his beard with his hand, slanted his phoenix eyes, and glanced at Zhang Fei: "What does Third Brother think?"

Zhang Fei thought for a while, sighed, and said: "Fine, let it be Zilong!"

Before the voice fell, the figures of Guan and Zhang gradually faded, turning into two breaths that merged into Zhao Yun's body.

In an instant, Zhao Yun's temperament changed, and an extremely strong aura erupted from his whole body, as if it had condensed into substance, turning into a wild wind that swept the dust and gravel on the rooftop.

The next second, he turned around holding his spear, his white robe moving with the wind, and pointed the silver spear in his hand forward.

"I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan, who dares to fight me!"

"Zhao Yun, huh... looks like the type for a proper one-on-one!"

A heartfelt smile appeared on Lancer's handsome face. He immediately held his long spear horizontally in front of him, staring at Zhao Yun with burning eyes, his whole body radiating pure and intense fighting spirit.

Compared to him, Archer remained silent as before, seemingly not intending to strike first.

"Come on!"

"Second round!"

Sensing this, Lancer didn't hesitate anymore, immediately stomped the ground, and disappeared from the spot like a teleportation.

The next second, the scarlet long spear appeared in front of Zhao Yun, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, stabbing toward his chest.

"Good spear!"

Zhao Yun showed appreciation, flicked the silver spear in his hand, and when the scarlet spearhead arrived, it stuck tightly to the spear body.

The next second, his arms exerted force instantly, the silver spear retracted and released, like a dragon emerging from the water, swallowing and spitting power, actually shaking away the scarlet long spear while stabbing toward Lancer's shoulder.

"What?!"

Sensing the exquisite power coming from the spear body, Lancer's pupils shrank.

But immediately after, he shouted, his arms, which were as strong as a thousand jun, shook violently, actually forcing the long spear to return, following the original trajectory to swing toward the silver spear in front of him.

In an instant, the silver long spear and the scarlet long spear collided, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Boom!"

The next second, terrifying power erupted instantly, causing the air to ripple.

The whistling wild wind brushed past his hair, Zhao Yun released his right hand, and his left hand held the end of the spear handle and pushed forward.

The bright silver long spear bent and rebounded, borrowing the recoil force from the collision just now, drawing arcs in the air, and stabbing toward Lancer's cheek in a way that was difficult to judge the trajectory.

"Such fast reaction!"

Lancer gritted his teeth, immediately released the long spear, bent his body backward violently, and avoided the attack with an iron bridge move.

"Chi—"

Accompanied by the teeth-aching sound of metal friction, the silver spearhead brushed past Lancer's shoulder armor, cutting off a few strands of blue hair.

Zhao Yun's expression remained as calm as water, his left hand retracted the silver spear that had brushed past the shoulder armor, his right hand took the opportunity to rest on the spear body, and then—smashed down heavily!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the bent silver spear hit Lancer's chest squarely.

Lancer groaned, his bent knees could no longer hold on, and he was smashed to the ground by this spear.

Just at the moment his back touched the ground, he forcibly twisted his waist and turned his hips, rolling to escape the attack range of the silver spear.

At the same time, Zhao Yun borrowed the recoil force to flick upward, flicking the scarlet long spear into the air, and then caught it casually.

"Power is not bad, speed is more than enough, only lacking some adaptability."

Zhao Yun commented calmly, then raised his hand and threw it, returning the scarlet long spear to Lancer.

"Come again!"

"..."

Lancer caught the long spear, gritted his teeth, then roared, and his figure disappeared from the spot instantly.

This time, he had realized the gap between himself and the other party in spear technique, so he gave up on the comparison of skills and returned to the fighting style he was most adapted to—

Simple, crude, but effective high-speed combat.

Launching a storm-like attack like a beast, this was Cú Chulainn's fighting style!

"Boom!"

In just a split second, Zhao Yun in silver armor and silver spear collided with the Heroic Spirit in blue armor and red spear.

The violent power, far exceeding humans by a hundred times, erupted instantly, forming streaks of strong shockwaves visible to the naked eye, and centered on the two, piercing toward all directions.

"Hu—"

The whistling airflow stirred up a wild wind, blowing away all the railings on the surrounding rooftop.

The rooftop ground also crumbled inch by inch under the collision of power, revealing one spiderweb-like round pit after another.

The aftermath of the two's battle was too violent, so much so that Archer had to carry Tohsaka Rin and jump up, standing on the water tower to overlook the battlefield.

Similarly, Bai Zeming grabbed Emiya Shirou by the collar and flew into the air.

Looking at the battlefield below, he couldn't help but furrow his brows, his expression somewhat solemn.

With his current eyesight, he found it difficult to capture the figures of the two fighting, only able to see the silver and blue colors constantly flashing on the rooftop, and hear the continuous sound of metal clashing.

"Is this Lancer's true strength?"

(End of chapter)