Scathach's "It's okay to laugh" is meant to be an elegant polite remark, not to really make you laugh.
But some people couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Of course it wasn't Shinji, he could still tell whether the master was speaking the truth or just being polite. The one who laughed was the bestial man in blue leather armor.
Shinji sighed after looking at Cu Chulainn, who was holding his stomach and laughing extremely happily.
Big Dog, the evils sent by heaven cannot be forgiven, and the evils brought by oneself cannot be forgiven, why don't you understand? There is no malice in fate this time, so you plan to kill yourself? What kind of person is our master? Don't you have any idea
Just as Shinji expected, Scathach's eyes suddenly became dangerous when she heard the laughter. Her red hair swaying in the night breeze was still brilliant, but her temperament changed from flaming fighting spirit to murderous aura that was ten times colder than the winter night.
"Was what I just said really funny?"
"Ah~~~" Cu Chulainn's nerves tensed up instantly and his laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone was strangling his neck.
At this moment, he also realized how stupid he had done. He had just reflected on himself, but when faced with a similar situation, his body reacted before his brain.
Quick reaction is a good thing most of the time, which makes him invincible on the battlefield, but at this time, reacting too quickly would be a bad thing.
Seeing the woman he respected, loved, and feared pick up her gun and pointed it at him, the fearless "Son of Light" got scared and bowed 90 degrees as fast as he could:
"I'm so sorry. I was wrong."
After all, she was the most promising disciple who had been taught by her, and Scathach knew what kind of character Cu Chulainn was. Since the other party had given in, she did not care too much, but just glared at him coldly and snorted.
Scathach's anger subsided, but another woman who was also considered red became dissatisfied—it was Bazette, Cu Chulainn's master and his fan!
"Lancer, why do you have to be so humble to this woman, you—"
"Master, please keep your voice down. No, stop talking."
Cu Chulainn shuddered and quickly covered Bazette's mouth with his hand.
Bazette's superb skills were used once again, and he prevented Cu Chulainn from succeeding. He continued to question:
"Why can't you tell me? Is she related to you?"
"It does matter." Cu Chulainn scratched his curled blue hair. "She is my master. She taught me martial arts and magic."
"Master!!!" Bazette was stunned, his reaction was exactly the same as that of Kirie and Medea a few minutes ago, "I remember your master is... the queen of the 'Land of Shadows'?"
"Yes, it's her. I never dreamed that I would see her again."
"Hmm..." Bazette stopped talking.
Scathach ignored Bazette's offense and turned the gun to aim at Shinji.
"It's time to show your real skills. If you want to defeat me, your skills just now are not enough."
"It was just a warm-up."
Shinji twisted his neck, and magic power emerged from every part of his body, weaving a set of pure white spiritual clothes that were both gorgeous and sporty. That was the battle robe designed for him by Justisa in the parallel world, and he would only wear it when facing a strong enemy.
"That gun was not easy to use at all, and it seriously affected my performance."
"Not easy to use?" Scathach casually made a gun flower, "This is the best gun I made. Only the best disciples are qualified to obtain this weapon. That guy over there defeated more than 20 competitors to get this gun - you actually say it's not easy to use?"
"It's just not convenient. The lines on it hurt my hands." Shinji's expression was very innocent. "And I may have been the most outstanding disciple back then, but not necessarily now!"
"Then let me see if you are worthy of taking away the title of 'the best'. If you do, this gun will be yours."
"That's obviously my gun!"
Cu Chulainn protested nearby, but shrank back at Scathach's glare.
But even if Cu Chulainn was willing to give it, Shinji still wouldn't want it.
"Can you change the reward? I have a better gun."
"A better gun?" Scathach raised her red eyebrows, with obvious expectation in her eyes, "Then what are you waiting for? Take it out."
"It's coming."
Golden light spread, and a golden spear with a length of more than three meters and a blade of more than one meter appeared in Shinji's hand. The aura emanating from it was no less than the "divinity" of Cu Chulainn.
The moment the divine spear materialized, Shinji's body moved again.
Then, the golden spear tore through the atmosphere, making a thunderous roar.
Immediately afterwards, Scathach also fired a shot, accompanied by a shrill scream.
Double guns clash.
Fire burst out.
The two huge forces shook the entire stadium.
In terms of distance, Shinji naturally has the advantage. The Golden Divine Lance is a long spear, but the Vermillion Demon Lance does not meet this standard. It is closer to a javelin, with a length difference of nearly one meter. The distance between the two is not much different from when Scathach was bare-handed and Shinji was holding the red spear.
And what Shinji said about "not being able to use the gun easily" was indeed not empty talk. After changing his weapon, his offensive power was obviously much more fierce, and he could draw and put the gun away, and the transitions between his moves became more natural. Scathach tried to shorten the distance several times, but was beaten back by him.
This is the result of hard training day after day since returning from the parallel world. In order to avoid wasting the strongest weapon in his hand and to not disgrace the noble hero's painstaking efforts, Shinji, who received the gift from Karna, has spent the most time practicing the spear in the past five years. Not only has he thoroughly understood the basics of spearmanship taught by Scathach, but he has also incorporated the experience gained from fighting Chiron, Achilles, Altria and Karna himself.
Today's Shinji is no longer the non-mainstream warrior who knows everything but is not good at anything, relying solely on equipment and surprise. Although he has not given up his advantage of being broad-minded, he has also found the direction of refinement.
His gun was no longer a piece of fancy stuff that looked powerful to laymen but was considered superficial by experts. Instead, it was a true mastery of the art. Even without cheating, he could obtain the certificate of being a heroic spirit of the gun with his own ability—the certificate of Lancer's occupation.
However-
"No, absolutely not." Cu Chulainn, who had seen the entire battle of two spears, shook his head and sighed.
"What's wrong?" asked Bazett, who was still immersed in the shock of Scathach's identity.
"That kid's spearmanship. I can't say it's bad, but it's definitely not great. If he keeps doing this, he won't be able to surpass me, and he won't even be able to beat those fellow disciples I defeated."