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Using blood to blind soone was a cliché move.
But clichés exist because they work.
It's just a sha Shuten-douji used it on the wrong person.
Facing the sudden deprivation of sight, Max's fist showed zero hesitation.
This was a test of courage. A speed race to see whose blow would land first.
His decisiveness caught Shuten-douji completely off guard.
And that mont of surprise cost her the only chance at victory she had left.
Max's fist connected with Shuten-douji's cheek first.
The impact was devastating. Under the imnse transfer of kinetic energy, her body beca a spinning top—violently sent flying backward through the air.
The sound of the hit echoed across the ruined battlefield like a thunderclap.
But Max had no intention of stopping.
Black flas burned across his face, incinerating the blood completely and restoring his vision in an instant. His eyes—blazing with the fire of vengeance—locked onto his target.
And then he was upon her again.
Consecutive punches!
Consecutive punches!
Consecutive punches!
CONSECUTIVE PUNCHES!
Punches like raindrops fell upon Shuten-douji's body. Each impact drove her further into the ground, each blow burned deeper into her flesh.
And accompanying these punches, Max let out an inhuman sound from his throat:
"MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA!"
"Puh-ha—!"
Shuten-douji's entire body was consud by flas. Her beautiful skin—that porcelain complexion that had launched a thousand simps—had transford into sothing hideous under the flas of revenge.
With Max's final punch, her body beca a teor, carving a trench through what remained of Fuyuki City's ground.
The impact crater stretched for dozens of ters. Dust and debris exploded outward in a shockwave that rattled the distant observers.
Maverick actually had to shield his eyes from the blast.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Shuten-douji's crimson demonic horn began to glow with captivating light.
Her fist raised, her voice sharp with defiance:
"It's not over yet!"
"NO! IT'S OVER!"
Max's response was absolute.
"150,000 HORSEPOWER BLACK FLA BLAST PUNCH!"
In the final exchange of blows, Shuten-douji still couldn't beat him.
Her already scorched and withered arm—the one she'd sacrificed to blind him with blood—collided with Max's flaming fist.
It instantly turned to dust.
However, there was no hint of disappointnt on Shuten-douji's face.
Joy replaced all other emotions.
Her raised, smiling face—burned beyond recognition—made everyone in Max's stream unable to help but shout in shock.
[Horrified_Henry]: WHERE IS THE PLASTIC SURGEON?! Quick, give my wife Shuten so reconstructive surgery!
[Realistic_Rachel]: It's hopeless. Burns this bad can't be fixed. Just re-skin her entirely.
[Crying_Carl]: Max, you FOX! I swear we're irreconcilable! You can fight, but why did you have to burn my WIFE like this?!
[Hyped_Harry]: But seriously, that fight was SO COOL! Made my blood boil! As expected, only a satisfying battle is a man's destiny!
[Delusional_Dan]: Do you think there's any chance I can convince Beowulf to give his heart with my charisma?
[Reality_Check]: It's late. Ti to wake up from that dream.
It could only be said that Max had been a bit too heavy-handed.
He had literally beaten Shuten-douji from a peerless beauty into a charred corpse. The transformation was so complete that if soone had shown before-and-after pictures, no one would have believed it was the sa person.
The chat was in absolute shambles over it. Half the viewers were crying, half were cheering, and a disturbing percentage were... sothing else entirely.
Yet even so, under the powerful vitality of the Oni race, she still hadn't perished.
Looking at Max—who stood beside her, waiting for her to disappear—Shuten-douji let out a hearty laugh.
"Ah~ It's been so long since I've had such a satisfying fight."
Her voice was weak but content. Peaceful, even. The voice of soone who had found exactly what they were looking for.
"But Master, couldn't you pity this one and go a little easier? Look at what you've done to ~"
She gestured vaguely at her ruined form, and sohow managed to make even that motion seem elegant.
"Giving it your all is the greatest respect." Max's voice was quiet. Sincere. "I wonder... did you have fun in this Holy Grail War?"
"Barely." A smile crossed what remained of her lips. "At least I t a good man in the end."
Her single remaining eye found his.
"You're a match for that boy Kintoki. But compared to him, you're a bit too... proactive. I'm really not good at dealing with proactive n."
She laughed weakly.
"If I had known, I would have dug out my heart and given it to you first. Then I could have watched the intense battle between you two n~"
"Spare , please." Max's response was dry. "If I had to punch Beowulf seriously, I might actually get beaten to death."
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Shuten-douji's laughter echoed across the ruined battlefield. It was genuine. Joyful. The laugh of soone who had lived exactly as they wanted, right up until the very end.
Golden particles began to envelop her entire body. The sa golden light that had claid so many Servants before her.
"It's ti for farewell~"
"Yeah." Max nodded slowly. "Farewell... beautiful and dream-like Oni."
Beautiful, he'd called her. Even now. Even after he'd burned her beyond recognition.
Because he understood. The beauty wasn't in the skin. It was in the spirit.
No more words were needed.
Just observation.
Watching Shuten-douji completely dissipate into golden particles, Max said nothing. He simply turned and began walking back toward dea and the others.
But he hadn't taken two steps—
RUMBLE.
The ground trembled violently.
The already chaotic chat exploded with new comnts.
[Panicking_Pete]: Max, don't tell that thing up ahead is the Holy Grail's main body!
[Terrified_Tina]: OH MY GOD what kind of Cthulhu Cup is THAT?! Why are there so many EYEBALLS on it?!
[Unhinged_Uma]: Honestly, I kind of want to try touching it
[Confused_Carl]: WHAT?!
[Horror_Fan_Frank]: Oh god, I feel like my sanity is dropping just by looking at it
[Strategic_Steve]: Wait, this Holy Grail War clearly isn't over yet! There are still three Servants and three Masters! Why is the Grail manifesting NOW?!
[News_Nancy]: Don't even ntion it—the Professor's stream next door has completely fallen! The remaining Servants are getting wrecked by this Holy Grail!
[Demanding_Dave]: Speak English! What's going on?!
[Angry_Andy]: Old fox, co out and EXPLAIN!
No wonder the comnts were so agitated.
In the center of Fuyuki City—or what used to be Fuyuki City—a colossal golden trophy burst forth from the ground.
It stood like a television tower, impossibly tall, impossibly wrong.
The thing defied description. It was clearly ant to be a cup—a grail—but it had been corrupted into sothing nightmarish. Sothing that hurt to look at.
What should have been a sacred golden light now exuded an extraordinary evil. The kind of wrongness that made your skin crawl just from proximity. The kind of malice that didn't just threaten your body—it threatened your very sanity.
And in the next second—
Countless eyeballs appeared on the surface of the golden cup.
They blinked. They focused. They saw.
The chat section completely lost its mind.
At the sa ti, with the appearance of those eyes, countless ribbon-like tentacles shot outward in all directions across the ruined city.
They moved with terrible purpose. Seeking. Hunting. Corrupting everything they touched.
"What in the world is THIS?! ow!" Astolfo's voice cracked with alarm, the Rider taking an involuntary step backward.
"Master..." dea's tone was grim. Her magical senses were screaming danger.
"Such strong malice." Lily's grip tightened on her sword, her knuckles going white. "I can't sense anything good from that at all. It's pure... evil."
"Max, what exactly is going on?" Maverick demanded, his voice carrying an edge of real fear for the first ti.
Max turned to face his ally, his expression unreadable.
"What right do you have to ask? Can't you just watch the plot unfold? You've corrupted the entire internet's atmosphere with your questions!"
Despite the joke, his eyes were fixed on the abomination rising from the center of the city.
He knew what this was.
Every Fate fan knew what this was.
The corrupted Holy Grail. The vessel filled with All the World's Evils. Angra Mainyu's curse made manifest.
The Evil of This World.
It was coming.
And there was no avoiding it now.
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