Reborn with Steve Stand

Chapter 810: Final Showdown

"...This body is the Unlimited Blade Works."

With that chant, flames engulfed the entirety of Ryuudou Temple.

The surrounding space began to blur rapidly. Soon, the original landscape of Mount Enzou disappeared, replaced by an endless red plain, littered with countless swords embedded in the ground.

"Hmm? A Reality Marble?"

Fang Mo feigned a look of surprise at the scenery around him. "Could it be that you..."

"That's right!" Shirou Emiya, having fallen right into the trap, confidently declared, "This is my Reality Marble, Unlimited Blade Works, a grand spell personally taught to me by Archer himself... Adolf, you're trapped now. There’s no escape!"

"Damn you, Archer!"

Fang Mo almost laughed out loud but managed to hold it back, pretending to be cornered. "Hmph... just a Reality Marble, huh? You think this trash heap can hold me?"

With that, Fang Mo swung his hand forward.

Ripples of black and purple energy formed behind him, and soon several fighter jets soared into the air.

"It's useless!"

Shirou yelled, his confidence unwavering. With a mere thought, several swords lifted from the ground like missiles, launching toward the jets and striking them directly.

With a loud explosion, the fighter jets were destroyed mid-air, bursting into colorful fireworks.

"Nani?!"

Fang Mo's expression ‘changed’ again, but he quickly adjusted his strategy, preparing for close combat. Raising his massive sword, he brought it down heavily toward Shirou's head.

"Projection, begin!"

Seeing this, Shirou immediately activated his magic, conjuring a black and a white short sword into his hands. He crossed the two blades to block Fang Mo’s giant purple sword, but the force of the strike was overwhelming. The short swords in Shirou's hands shattered instantly, leaving him exposed to the incoming blade.

"Shirou! Watch out!"

At that critical moment, Saber rushed in.

Compared to Shirou, Saber had far more experience in combat. She skillfully angled her sword to deflect the heavy blade, allowing it to slide past her sword’s spine and into the ground. ℞Ã????OʙΕ????

"Boom!!!"

The purple sword slammed into the ground, causing the entire area to shake violently.

Shirou, clearly shaken, realized how powerful Fang Mo was. He had been so focused on approaching Sakura that he hadn’t paid attention to the battle between Fang Mo and Rin, not realizing just how monstrous Fang Mo’s strength was—possibly even more terrifying than Berserker Heracles.

But in the moment Shirou let his guard down, Fang Mo's eyes flashed with a cold glint. He subtly twisted his waist to the left.

“Isshin Ashina Sword Technique!"

With a shout, the sound of a gunshot echoed, and a hole appeared in Fang Mo's military uniform at his left waist. A split second later, an energy bullet flew toward Shirou like a bolt of lightning.

"Shit!"

Shirou froze in shock.

"Shirou!"

Saber cried out in alarm and rushed to intercept, throwing herself between Shirou and the incoming shot.

The attack hit, and Saber was sent flying, blood spraying from her abdomen. Her armor shattered, exposing a gruesome open wound.

"Saber! Damn you!"

Shirou shouted in anger and panic, "Adolf! You despicable bastard!!!"

"Hesitation... leads to defeat."

Fang Mo coldly blew the smoke off his gun, then spoke calmly, "This is a war. Using tactics in war—what’s wrong with that?"

"You're just making excuses!" Shirou screamed in fury, summoning two more swords and charging toward Fang Mo.

Without a word, Fang Mo met him with his massive purple sword. Though the sword looked thick and cumbersome, Fang Mo wielded it with surprising agility. Each blow was fierce and relentless, quickly pushing Shirou to his limit.

Shirou's projected swords shattered one after another under Fang Mo’s relentless assault. He was forced to dodge repeatedly, barely staying alive.

But with each dodge, the gap closed, and soon, Shirou was too slow. In a moment of hesitation, Fang Mo’s blade pierced through his chest.

"!!!"

Everyone present widened their eyes in shock.

"Shirou... Shirou-senpai!!!" Sakura’s scream echoed across the battlefield, her face filled with terror.

"Ugh..."

Shirou looked down in disbelief at the sword protruding from his abdomen.

"Decisiveness... leads to victory."

Fang Mo coolly withdrew his sword, and with a spurt of blood, Shirou collapsed to the ground.

"You bastard!!!"

At that moment, a furious voice rang out, and a brilliant rainbow beam shot toward Fang Mo.

But just then, Fang Mo suddenly paused.

"Wait... no!"

Fang Mo frowned as if something had just clicked. He glanced suspiciously at Sakura, then at Rin in the distance. "No... if you’re really like Himmler..."

"Huh?"

Sakura looked up, confused.

"You’re a traitor too!"

With a sudden shout, Fang Mo kicked Sakura, sending her sprawling on the ground.

"A... Archer-sama?"

Sakura was completely stunned, clutching her stomach, staring up at Fang Mo in disbelief. "Why?"

"Why?"

Fang Mo sneered, his expression filled with suspicion and a hint of paranoia, as if recalling some critical memory. "Hmph, I just killed the person you love most, Shirou Emiya. You must be filled with hatred toward me now. You're probably planning to use a Command Spell to control me, right?"

"I..."

Sakura stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to explain, "No, Archer-sama, I didn’t... I would never..."

"Stop lying!"

Fang Mo bellowed, cutting her off. "You people are all the same—traitors! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost before! Damn it, you're just after the power of the world's axis... You want to command me to bring Shirou back to life, don't you?"

"I didn’t..."

Sakura tried to speak, but her words were interrupted once again.

At that moment, a crystalline sword shot through the air.

"Huh?"

"End of the World."

A cold voice echoed across the battlefield. The Jewel Sword burst into fragments, releasing an overwhelming radiance that blinded everyone present. Sakura instinctively covered her eyes, and Fang Mo, playing along, dramatically threw up his hands to shield his face.

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

"Now, Saber!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Through the blinding light, voices shouted, and Fang Mo felt a sharp pressure against his back—a sword tip, pressing into his flesh.

Understanding the plan immediately, Fang Mo quickly activated Steve's custom ability. His chest opened up, revealing a gap perfectly shaped to fit the sword that was now piercing through him. The legendary 'Excalibur' slid cleanly into the gap and protruded from Fang Mo’s chest.

"Guah!!!"

Fang Mo let out a loud, exaggerated cry of pain. "Wh-what... is this!?"

"Did we do it?"

As the blinding light slowly dissipated, Rin, visibly shaken but filled with hope, looked at the scene before her. Saber had driven 'Excalibur' through Fang Mo’s chest, and his face contorted in disbelief. It was over—she had won. A wave of relief washed over her as she thought, 'Finally...'

But just as Rin started to feel triumphant, Fang Mo began to struggle violently.

"Damn it! I haven't lost yet!!!"

With a desperate swing of his massive blade, Fang Mo lashed out at Saber, forcing her to pull back and withdraw her sword. He staggered, seemingly weakened, swaying from the wound.

In a quick move, Fang Mo secretly triggered his ability to pause time. In that moment, he materialized a bucket of blood, carefully spilling it over his chest wound before unpausing the world.

"You bastards..."

After time resumed, Fang Mo wore a twisted expression of anger and agony, blood now dripping from the wound. His left hand moved, summoning ripples in the air. However, unlike before, the weapons that emerged were flawed—half-finished, poorly crafted, or misaligned firearms, many of which tumbled uselessly to the ground.

"It’s over."

Rin, her eyes locked on Fang Mo, spoke with cold resolve.

"No, it's not over yet!"

Fang Mo's body emitted a faint glow as he staggered forward. "I... I still have combat reserves left. If I can make it to the city... if I can give just one more speech, I’ll regain my power..."

Without waiting, Fang Mo turned and began to flee, limping away with his sword in hand.

"Rin, what should we do?"

Saber, clutching her wounded stomach, approached Rin. "I don't have enough strength left to fight. Should we chase him?"

"Chase him."

Rin’s resolve was immediate. "We have to end this."

"But, your Jewel Sword has already..."

"Doesn’t matter," Rin cut her off, determination in her voice. "He left his weapons behind, didn’t he?" She stepped forward, picking up a strange, crudely taped-together double-barreled shotgun Fang Mo had summoned. With a grim expression, she muttered, "This... is the final showdown.”