"I possess the peerless general, Mei Meng, capable of slaying Flandre!" Just as everyone faced imminent peril, Touhsaka Sakura appeared like a savior. As her words fell, a figure leaped high from behind her, landing with a thud, gripping a massive blade, glaring ferociously at Flandre ahead, radiating immense presence.

That was... Mei Meng?!

Seeing this person, everyone froze. Aoko was bewildered because she didn't recognize her, while Remilia and the others were shocked that Mei Meng would appear at this moment, and... what had happened to her appearance? Should one say she had grown up or shrunk?

Regarding Hakurei Mei Meng, the girls of Gensokyo held two impressions. One was that of a seemingly innocent two-year-old whose actual innocence was debatable. The second was a formidable, dominating, and cunning sixteen-year-old teenager.

And now, she had transformed into a little loli of eleven or twelve... Could she please stop changing like this? It was utterly confusing! And what was with that huge blade?

The crowd's internal complaints were frantic.

However, Mei Meng completely ignored their complex expressions. She reached up to stroke her completely smooth chin, swung her great saber, pointed the tip directly at Flandre, and shouted loudly, "Flandre, I am the peerless general Hakurei Mei Meng! Do you dare to fight me?"

Hey, what kind of spectacle is this?!

Hearing this, everyone felt a wave of sheer shock, nearly collapsing on the spot.

Simultaneously, Lin Luo and the others, observing this battle from the luxurious parlor suite, were utterly dumbfounded. After a moment. Sanae pointed at Mei Meng on the massive screen, looked towards Lin Luo, and asked with a face full of surprise, "Um... what's going on here? Is she playing some kind of game?"

Lin Luo's mouth twitched slightly, and he replied weakly, "Actually, recently, Mei Meng has been binge-watching Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Somehow, she seems to have become obsessed with Guan Yu..."

"She's obsessed with Guan Yu, but isn't she cosplaying Pan Feng right now?" Sanae didn't grasp the meaning.

"...Perhaps she's taken a liking to Pan Feng as well," Lin Luo said casually, his brow twitching. Though he didn't know why Mei Meng had suddenly shown up, her cosplay of both Guan Yu and Pan Feng wasn't surprising to him.

No matter how much Mei Meng shifted her appearance, she was still just a child. It was natural for children to role-play what they liked... Take himself for instance; after watching Dragon Ball, he practiced the Kamehameha for a whole month. Not only did he fail to master it, but both his arms nearly dislocated.

Of course, he later understood that the reason he couldn't learn the Kamehameha wasn't a lack of talent, but the fact that he only had two right hands.

"Is it alright for her to barge into the fight between the heroic spirits like this?" Komeiji Satori asked.

"It should be fine. If anything unexpected happens, Eirin and Shirogane are present and can stop it in time," Lin Luo said after a moment of thought, then focused intently on the screen.

Speaking of which, after the last battle with the Dragon God, the fusion between Mercuier Lamp and Mei Meng had ended, and they had returned to their original forms. Mercuier Lamp's power had grown significantly, but for some reason, Mei Meng seemed like Kurosaki Ichigo after fighting Aizen—she had suddenly lost all her abilities and turned into an entirely ordinary child.

He had carefully examined her at the time but couldn't find the reason for the problem.

It was for this reason that he hadn't let Mei Meng join Reimu and the others for the training of the World Heart Martial Arts. Instead, he brought her along to the Nasuverse world, intending to find the cause of her power loss once his plan there was complete, perhaps utilizing his mastery over pseudo-Heavenly Rank abilities. But looking at the current situation, it seemed he wouldn't need to do anything; Mei Meng's power had already returned.

It was just unknown what her current strength level was.

Lin Luo was somewhat curious about this. Moreover... that Mei Meng would team up with Touhsaka Sakura was a bit unexpected for him... Were these two planning something?

Lin Luo watched the situation opposite him, deep in thought.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Flandre, hearing Mei Meng's challenge, instinctively turned her head. Seeing Mei Meng's blazing fighting spirit, she immediately grinned, "Hahaha! Come on, come on, come on! Flandre's Demon Sword has been thirsty for a long time! Let's play together!"

As she spoke, she abandoned the Shingetsu group and charged straight toward Hakurei Mei Meng.

Mei Meng immediately raised an eyebrow and roared, "Insolent! How dare you steal my lines? My Azure Dragon Crescent Blade is the one that's thirsty!"

With that, she raised her blade, ready to rush forward.

At this moment, Touhsaka Sakura behind her couldn't help but speak up, "Mei Meng, that person is very strong. Be careful, good luck!"

Although she believed Mei Meng's strength based on Rider's testimony, she hadn't witnessed it firsthand. Conversely, Flandre had suppressed nine top experts single-handedly; this achievement could certainly be called the world's best, so she was slightly uneasy about the coming fight.

After all, Mei Meng wasn't a hero and had no obligation to participate in the Holy Grail War. If she were injured or something unexpected happened during the fight, she wouldn't be able to explain it to Lin Luo.

However, regarding her worries, Mei Meng appeared completely composed. She turned and said calmly, "Don't worry. Within ten rounds, I will chop off Flandre's dog head..." Finishing this, her empty hand suddenly dipped into nowhere, and she immediately handed a wine bowl to Touhsaka Sakura, "Wait for me to return swiftly, and then we shall drink this cup!"

The moment the words left her mouth, Mei Meng charged out with a boom. Dust flew up instantly, wind howled, and the resultant gale lifted the hem of Touhsaka Sakura's skirt and tousled her long black hair.

Touhsaka Sakura paid no mind to tidying her messy hair. She looked at the wine bowl in her hand, her entire expression one of stunned incomprehension... While she had read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, couldn't she tone down the role-playing? Even if she loved cosplaying, there should be limits! She needed to fight seriously!

Also, where did this wine bowl even come from?

"Three-surnamed slave! Take this blade!" Ignoring Touhsaka Sakura's mood, as Mei Meng charged forward, she saw that she was about to clash with Flandre. She immediately roared, bringing her great saber down with full force.

Hearing this sentence, Lin Luo, watching the battle from the parlor suite, suddenly felt a dull ache in his groin. He couldn't tell who Mei Meng was cosplaying anymore; she was seriously unprofessional! Besides, Flandre's surname is Scarlet, not 'Three Surnames'! Where are the three surnames???

Although there were too many points to criticize, making it hard to believe Mei Meng was fighting seriously, in reality, ignoring her words, no one could say her expression wasn't serious. Because as she swung that strike down, the tip of the blade erupted with a burst of white light, and the space around it seemed to be forcibly compressed, emitting an extremely piercing screech.

Even Flandre frowned upon hearing this sound.

It was clear that this noise was no longer just an ordinary sound but an attack based on sonic waves.

But this was just the beginning!

The instant the screech sounded, all space within a hundred-meter radius became extremely unstable, like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water... Even Flandre's body seemed on the verge of being squeezed out of existence by the space itself.

This single strike delivered a dual attack of spatial distortion and sonic waves.

And whether it was space or sound waves, it wouldn't be easy for Flandre to destroy them.

Of course, this didn't mean Flandre had no way to counter. The moment she faced this dual attack, she imbued her destructive power into the Demon Sword and swung it directly. With a sharp crack, the distorted space shattered like glass, and even the piercing screech was forcibly halted.

Mei Meng's expression changed, and she immediately used spatial displacement, instantly appearing behind Flandre, bringing her great saber down vertically, seemingly intending to cleave Flandre in half.

This kind of instantaneous spatial transfer was undoubtedly the hardest to deal with. Anyone with slightly poorer mobility or reaction speed wouldn't be able to cope and would instantly be cut down by Mei Meng.

But who was Flandre?

A vampire over five hundred years old, specializing in close combat, her physical explosive power and reaction speed were beyond ordinary human imagination. Her flying speed alone surpassed the limit of most human eyesight, let alone the fact that she was currently in a berserk state—the word 'lightning fast' wasn't enough to describe it.

Therefore, facing Mei Meng's downward slash, Flandre showed no panic, simply spinning back like lightning to block the incoming attack with her sword. Her speed and reaction were in no way inferior to instantaneous movement.

This speed was also the fundamental reason why the current Ryougi Shiki couldn't fight Flandre. Although both possessed the ability to instantly kill with one strike, in terms of martial arts or speed, Ryougi Shiki, with her ordinary human physique, was at least more than ten times weaker than Flandre... If Shiki could land one strike, Flandre could land ten. Under these circumstances, how could a fight even commence?

Furthermore, Ryougi Shiki's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception required her to physically strike the opponent up close to inflict the instant-kill effect. If she couldn't connect, the Mystic Eyes were useless.

To reiterate: an attack that can't land is as good as non-existent, no matter how powerful it is.

Flandre, however, was different. She didn't need to close the distance; as long as she could perceive where Ryougi Shiki was, she could target Ryougi Shiki's 'eye,' then simply clench her hand where she stood, and Ryougi Shiki would instantly vanish.

Then there was Mei Meng. As a controller of space, she could completely use it to hide her 'eye,' rendering Flandre's near-BUG ability ineffective against her. As long as she could withstand Flandre's frontal destructive power, she was practically invincible.

Of course, Flandre could also destroy space.

However, whether she could achieve that was another matter entirely.

Thus, a rampaging demon and a peerless general, each wielding their weapons and utilizing their respective abilities, clashed fiercely together... In the visible battle, the space was continuously compressed and shattered. The hundred-meter radius had completely become a zone of death; no one else could approach them!

Meanwhile, with Mei Meng's unexpected reinforcement joining the fray, the Shingetsu group, abandoned by Flandre, finally gained a chance to breathe. The three stood in place, using the opportunity to recover their strength.

However, after glancing around the various battle zones, Marisa pointed toward the fight involving Patchouli and Alice and asked, "Should we go help them out?"

She felt Flandre was their common enemy right now and should be eliminated first. As for why she wanted to help Patchouli and Alice, only she knew the reason.

Remilia immediately gave her a sidelong glance and whispered, "Help with what? Has your brain malfunctioned? Not only is Flandre our enemy, but everyone else is too. At a time like this, we should calmly spectate."

"Is that... perhaps a bit inappropriate?" Youmu picked up the piece of morality Remilia had dropped and asked with a frown.

It was at this moment that Patchouli, seeing that her immediate enemies were otherwise occupied, immediately called out, "Remi, Marisa, quick, come help! We're struggling to hold on over here!"

"See? Patchy is calling for backup," Marisa said, pointing.

Really, she doesn't consider what our relationship is right now, yet she calls us for backup... Remilia complained internally, then feigned a weak look, replying, "I'm terribly sorry, Patchy. The three of us have been completely devastated by Flan. We're barely hanging on by a thread. Let us meditate first to recover some stamina and magic power. You two just hold out for another half hour, and we'll be right there."

As she spoke, Remilia sat down cross-legged and signaled Youmu and Marisa with her eyes: Sit down and meditate quickly!

"..." Both were speechless. After exchanging glances, they finally followed Remilia's lead and sat down honestly.

Hearing Remilia's reply, Patchouli spat out a mouthful of old blood. If her asthma hadn't been cured, she might have died instantly right then.

And when she saw Remilia and the others genuinely sitting in place to meditate, she was so angry she wanted to curse: What the hell! This is intentional, right? This is absolutely intentional! This isn't some online game where you sit down to recover Mana... Recover your sister's Mana! Sit your ass down!

"Remi, you bastard!"

"Marisa, you heartless thing!"

"And Youmu, you actually followed them in abandoning your morals!"

"I truly misjudged all of you!"

It wasn't just Patchouli; at this moment, even Alice was filled with rage. The two fought while shouting, but Remilia acted as if she hadn't heard anything, maintaining an indifferent demeanor. Although Marisa cared somewhat, and Youmu still retained some principles, Remilia was the one making the decisions now. Under the young lady's authority, they could only pretend not to hear.

Realizing that a low-posture plea for help was useless and a high-posture provocation was also ineffective, Patchouli and Alice gave up hope. They stopped thinking about unreliable backup and focused entirely on desperately fighting Flandre... If they lost focus again, they might be the next to withdraw after Mokou.

This was also normal. Although the two were fighting Flandre at their peak strength, as mages, they lacked outstanding close-combat capabilities. Facing a berserker like Flandre, who was invincible in melee and partially immune to magic, their situation was the most difficult.

With just one mistake, they could be eliminated at any moment.

Although Remilia claimed she was meditating to recover Mana, in reality, she was constantly monitoring the surrounding battles. Watching everyone fight with such intensity, she felt a little excited... The current situation was excellent! Although they could easily capture Flandre's Master right now to secure Flandre, I would never do such a stupid thing!

Not just Flandre, everyone currently present was our enemy. If they were allowed to continue slaughtering each other, Patchy and Alice would soon withdraw, and someone on Mokou and Reisen's side would likely withdraw too. If things went even better, it would be mutual destruction. After this rampage, Flandre would no longer be a threat... Although there was the intruder Mei Meng, she wasn't a participant in the Holy Grail War, meaning by then, our side would possess the strongest force. Victory was within reach!

Hahahaha... This is the difference in intelligence!

Remilia laughed secretly. When she reached a triumphant thought, she couldn't help but let her joy show on her face. She could almost see the Goddess of Victory beckoning to her.

..."Remi looks quite happy," Sanae said to Lin Luo, having clearly seen Remilia's expression on the large screen.

"Of course, she's happy, because now she only needs to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, letting others kill each other off," Lin Luo stated as a matter of course. But then his brow furrowed, and he pulled a book out of the void, "That's strange. Logically, Remi's Luck should be E rank, so why does the current situation show her Luck leaning towards EX grade? And I haven't seen her use any Noble Phantasms... Could the data be wrong?"

"What is that?" Sanae asked curiously, tilting her head to look at the book in Lin Luo's hand.

"Your setting sheet. All the data is in here," Lin Luo replied casually, quickly flipping to Remilia's data. Seeing the large 'Luck E,' he couldn't help but say, "It seems she's celebrating a bit too early. If she doesn't help now, she'll probably be crying later."

"Let me see what my setting is?" Taking advantage of Lin Luo's distraction, Sanae snatched the book away and quickly flipped to her own page, and then...

When she saw the entry for her innate skills, her face twitched, and she stared at Lin Luo with a voice an octave lower, "Explain to me why my innate skill is 'Bed Service'?!"

Lin Luo glanced at her and said righteously, "Nonsense. As a married woman, what else would your innate skill be but Bed Service? Childbirth? Heroic Spirits don't use that."

"Go die!"

Sanae instantly turned dark. (To be continued) RQ