Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

Chapter 127: Battle of Savage Dog and Spike!

(TN: Savage Dog is Cu Chulainn nickname)

"Take this!" As soon as the words were spoken, C Chulainn didn't give Spike any chance to react and launched a fierce attack! A chilling radiance preceded the thrust, followed by a spear that shot out like a dragon! C Chulainn's speed was incredibly swift, living up to the name of "C Chulainn's Hound." Any servant facing him would surely be amazed by his sharp speed.

But... in Spike's eyes, C Chulainn's speed was nothing extraordinary. The speed at which an ordinary person moved was the same speed at which C Chulainn moved in Spike's eyes. There was no difference at all. However, even so, Spike didn't become overconfident.

You see, it had just witnessed C Chulainn's spear thrusting into the ground, and although it didn't break the surface, it still produced sparks! If an attack like that landed on Spike, it would definitely remove its dog fur. Just the thought of having a bald patch abruptly appearing in its perfect coat of fur made Spike shudder. How ugly would that be? Its owner might even start to dislike it.

And being disliked would be the least of Spike's worries. What it feared the most was being mistaken for a mad dog and sent to a center for handling aggressive canines. Its entire dog life would be entrusted to this blue figure standing right in front of it!

Spike wouldn't accept such a fate, no matter what!

Facing C Chulainn's fierce attack aimed at its abdomen, Spike's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, two barely transparent black screens swiftly slid into place above and below, and the narrative in the novel provided a close-up shot of Spike's face.

Not only did the narrative provide this close-up shot, even C Chulainn, who was launching the attack on Spike, saw this black screen. This sudden black screen completely obstructed C Chulainn's line of sight, causing him to be momentarily bewildered. "What kind of Magecraft is this?!"

The black screens came and went quickly. Spike closed its eyes, and when it opened them again, the screens had completely disappeared. C Chulainn began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his eyes.

Once the screens vanished, Spike had already assumed a posture of standing straight and covering its head with both hands. Seeing that Spike had just used a visual obstruction "Magecraft" and made no move, instead standing there to take the hit, C Chulainn couldn't help but find it amusing. But since Spike was intentionally seeking trouble, C Chulainn naturally wouldn't waste the opportunity.

But since Spike was intentionally seeking trouble, C Chulainn naturally wouldn't waste the opportunity. He continued with the attack trajectory decided before the appearance of the black screens. With both hands gripping the spear, C Chulainn swiftly thrust towards Spike's seemingly soft abdomen.

The speed of the spear was incredibly fast. In the moment of the thrust, it was only a few centimeters away from Spike's belly. Seeing his spear about to hit, C Chulainn's lips curved into a smile. "I've won..."

"Swish!" But then, the spear missed its mark.

"What?!" Seeing his spear narrowly miss Spike at the last moment, C Chulainn's expression turned incredulous. He was so shocked that he wanted to rub his eyes.

It was hard for him to believe that the scene before him was real and not his imagination. Just a moment ago, when his spear was about to hit Spike's soft belly, just 0.01 centimeters away, this dog in front of him twisted its waist to the right, evading the attack. Yes, Spike, in the posture of standing straight and covering its head, twisted its waist in that split second, like a dance move, to dodge his attack.

Reflecting on the bizarre scene, C Chulainn began to question his own beliefs. "He actually... evaded it like that? This is impossible!"

Such an unconventional way of dodging an attack was something he had never seen before. Shaking his head to dismiss the astonishment in his mind, C Chulainn resolutely launched another three consecutive attacks, still targeting Spike's visibly soft abdomen.

Upon seeing C Chulainn launching another assault, Spike was frightened and quickly twisted its waist to the left, evading the first strike. Then it twisted its waist to the right, avoiding the next strike. Immediately, the third thrust came, and Spike swiftly twisted its waist to the left once again, effortlessly dodging C Chulainn's attack. Spike moved so effortlessly, as if it were dancing the bullfight.

"Is this even possible? Am I dreaming?!" C Chulainn exclaimed in disbelief.

After Spike successfully evaded C Chulainn's attacks in such an unconventional manner for the third time, C Chulainn's state of mind started to crumble. "Are you really a dog?"

If Spike had dodged a little earlier or with a greater range of motion, C Chulainn wouldn't find it absurd. The problem was that Spike insisted on dodging at the exact moment when the distance was only 0.01 centimeters, and yet it effortlessly evaded every single strike. Spike's nonchalant dodging stance shook C Chulainn for an entire year.

Spike, still covering its head with both hands and ready to dodge C Chulainn's next attack, nodded in response. After giving it some thought, Spike wondered if this human had poor eyesight. Was it really so difficult to see that Spike was just a dog?

"I don't think you're a dog!"

C Chulainn couldn't believe it. How could this dog dodge like that? He raised his crimson spear once again and launched more than ten consecutive thrusts, twirling the long spear in a whip-like motion. However, the same situation repeated itself.

Spike began twisting its waist while covering the back of its head, displaying a complete "twist and dance" posture.

"Damn it... You must be a dog!" C Chulainn's frustration grew as his countless attacks were once again evaded.

"???"

Upon hearing C Chulainn finally acknowledging that it was a dog, Spike couldn't seem to feel happy. Although C Chulainn did call it a dog, Spike couldn't help but feel that C Chulainn was scolding it, even though there was no evidence to support that assumption.

"I'm going to thrust!" Finally, C Chulainn completely changed his approach. Since straightforward attacks weren't working, he had to resort to a more cunning method. He thrust forward, but in the instant before the strike, he changed it to a sweeping attack targeting Spike's waist.

At that moment, Spike, upon hearing C Chulainn say, "I'm going to thrust!" immediately began twisting its waist. However, C Chulainn suddenly changed the thrust into a sweeping attack.

Even though Spike was skilled at dodging, it couldn't avoid this strike. The blade of the spear smoothly swept across Spike's waist. Watching the blade pass through Spike's body, C Chulainn muttered with some anticipation, "Did I succeed...?"