A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

Chapter 626 Fierce Battle (Part 2)

With his extensive combat experience and superb defensive skills, Hector wielded his spear and sword with impenetrable precision.

He had to protect his vital organs, letting the dense fists rain down on the gun barrel and arm armor, making a dull "thump thump" sound.

At that moment, Hector truly seemed to become a moving human punching bag.

However, Hector was no sham. Through constant defense, he gradually adapted to his opponent's attack frequency and began to calmly search for weaknesses.

Finally, after enduring several rounds of tricky and ruthless attacks from his opponent, Hector caught a tiny, almost imperceptible gap in the rhythm of his opponent's attacks!

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen. Using the reaction force of the block, the spear and sword in his hand turned like a giant python, and with a powerful sweeping blow, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, he slammed into the waist and abdomen of the cloaked man who was preparing to throw another punch!

This sudden and fierce counterattack forced the cloaked man to abandon his offensive, and with a quick tap of his feet, he drifted back several meters like the wind.

Just as he was about to close in again, he heard Hector shout angrily: "Hmph!"

Hector brandished his spear-sword, and the golden blade at the front of the handle wove into an impenetrable golden reaping net as he swung it!

A fierce wind howled, instantly sealing off the space between the two, making it impossible for the cloaked man to find an opening to break in again.

“I admit your speed is indeed astonishing…” Hector’s voice came through the dense flash of sword light, carrying a hint of coldness, “but if you think you can easily break through my spear with just your fists… then you are seriously underestimating me!”

Before the words were even finished, the dense array of sword shadows suddenly changed! Hector switched from defense to offense, advancing instead of retreating. Wielding his spear and sword, he launched a fierce counter-charge against the cloaked man, the tip of his sword like a venomous snake's tongue, aiming straight for his opponent's vitals!

Seeing this, the cloaked man did not try to take the hit head-on. Instead, he took a deep breath and suddenly quickened his pace! He began to run at high speed around Hector!

Hector was slightly taken aback, but then realized the other man's intention. Every time he tried to adjust his direction and lock onto the target, the cloaked man would have already circled around to his side and rear before he could move.

This forced Hector to spin in place, trying to keep up with the other's ghostly figure. For a moment, Hector was led by the nose and found himself in the awkward situation of spinning around in place!

The whistling wind of the punch grazed past his ear, and Hector quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding another tricky attack from the cloaked man.

Gravel flew up underfoot with each rapid stomp, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and sweat.

However, the opponent's ghostly speed and the fighting style that combined violence and swiftness were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in his heart and bringing a lingering sense of familiarity.

"This guy's speed...and his fighting style..." Hector frowned, as if a string in his mind had been plucked, and a vague but astonishing thought flashed through his mind in a flash.

"If he had been wielding a spear instead of his fist, wouldn't this guy be...!!"

The thought exploded in Hector's mind like a thunderclap! In an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face.

The cloaked man opposite Hector keenly sensed Hector's momentary unease and suspicion, and with a single step, he instantly closed the distance.

"boom!"

A dull, solid impact rang out! The fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, struck Hector's cheek with perfect accuracy, as Hector was distracted and unable to defend himself in time!

"Puwa!!"

A violent shock shot from his face straight to his brain; Hector felt stars flashing before his eyes, and the world spinning. A mouthful of sweet, metallic blood gushed uncontrollably from his throat, drawing a glaring red line in the air.

The immense impact forced him to stagger back several steps, each step landing heavily on the hard surface of the ring with a dull thud.

His body swayed violently. If he hadn't reacted quickly at the last moment and slammed the hilt of his sword into the ground to regain his balance, he would have fallen to the ground in a sorry state.

"Huff...huff..." Hector gasped for breath, his ears ringing, and his vision still blurred.

But he knew he couldn't afford to relax at all, because the cloaked man's killing intent was like solid ice, locking onto him tightly.

As expected! The cloaked man took a short breath a little further away, his chest heaving slightly. Then, his eyes gleamed again, and he mustered his heart-pounding energy once more, charging towards the unsteady Hector like an arrow released from a bow!

At this moment, Hector's vision had not fully recovered, and he only felt a blurry, swaying blur before his eyes. He desperately tried to focus his vision and see his opponent's movements.

However, due to the dizziness in his head, he mistook the rushing figure for three figures swaying back and forth, making it impossible for him to accurately judge the other party's position for a moment.

"Pah!" Hector spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, a resolute ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

He forcefully suppressed the immense psychological shadow and distracting thoughts brought about by that familiarity, and firmly held back the surging surprise and doubt in his heart.

At this moment, worrying about the other party's identity is meaningless! The only thing he needs to do, and the only thing he can do, is to use the spear and sword that has accompanied him in countless battles to completely crush this powerful enemy before him!

"flutter--!"

The sword light flashed like a venomous snake's tongue, suddenly appearing in the blurred vision! Hector, relying on his honed combat instincts and muscle memory, launched a fierce counterattack while still dizzy!

A swift, lightning-fast thrust, arriving before the cloaked man, aimed directly at his vital face!

The cloaked man clearly hadn't expected his opponent to be able to launch such a precise counterattack despite suffering a head injury and impaired vision.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and at the critical moment, his neck snapped to the side! The cold tip of the sword whistled through the air, almost grazing his temple, and also tearing his hood.

"call out--!"

When the thrust missed, Hector flicked his wrist and instantly changed his move. The thrusting sword tip instantly swept horizontally, transforming the thrust into a slash, the sharp blade drawing a deadly arc, intending to slice off the cloaked man's head directly.

scoff!

The hood of the cloaked man was instantly ripped open by the sharp blade, leaving a long gash. The tip of the sword, radiating a chilling aura, was only a hair's breadth away from his neck!

The cloaked man reacted with lightning speed, leaning back and narrowly avoiding the deadly sword blade that grazed his throat!

At the same time, in the instant of dodging, the cloaked man's left arm shot out like lightning, his five fingers like hooks, precisely grabbing the hilt of Hector's spear that had just swept past, intending to seize the weapon!

However, Hector seemed to have anticipated this move! Instead of advancing, he retreated, taking a half-step back to create distance. At the same time, he gripped the end of the handle with his right hand as a stable fulcrum, while his left hand swung the handle with great force!

The sword blade instantly churned the air, creating several dazzling and deadly sword flowers! The chilling sword light was like a meat grinder, narrowly missing the cloaked man's outstretched hand and grinding it into minced meat!

After several swift and dangerous exchanges, both sides realized how difficult the other was to handle, and simultaneously leaped back to create a safe distance.

The cloaked man clicked his tongue inwardly, a hint of barely perceptible regret flashing in his eyes.

He failed to fully convert the advantage he had gained from that punch into a winning position and drag his opponent into a series of heavy blows.

He had to admit to himself that the opponent truly lived up to his reputation as the guardian of Troy, and his defense and counter-attacks were impeccable and extremely effective.

Their resilience in finding opportunities in adversity and resolving crises at minimal cost is truly astonishing.

“But it doesn’t matter…” The cloaked man quickly adjusted his mindset, his eyes becoming sharp and calm again. “Even the most impregnable defense will be breached and exposed by my storm-like and swift attacks.”

However, at this moment, a slight worry arose in the cloaked man's heart. He wasn't worried about how flawless his opponent's usual defensive tactics were.

On the contrary, he was more worried that Hector would abandon his well-known, solid defensive counter-attacking style and instead adopt a desperate, risky approach of trading injuries for injuries to fight him head-on.

It's not that he's afraid of his opponent fighting desperately, but once his opponent chooses this aggressive style of fighting, disregarding his own injuries, he has to put in more effort to deal with it, and may even be forced to use his signature moves or have his hood pulled off, revealing his true face.

Otherwise, the unique feedback when Hector's sword tip actually touched his body would have allowed this battle-hardened Trojan hero to instantly discern his true identity!

With these thoughts in mind, the cloaked man decisively changed his tactics once again.

Instead of relentlessly pursuing Hector as before, he took a step back, deliberately widening the distance between himself and Hector. Then, his footwork changed, and he began to move around Hector at high speed like a ghost.

Just like before, the cloaked man used his speed advantage, which far surpassed his opponent's, to constantly cut into Hector's blind spots.

His intention was clear and ruthless: to force Hector to constantly turn his body to adjust his defensive direction, and then launch a fatal surprise attack in the smallest gap when the opponent turned around and adjusted his posture!

"Bang bang bang!"

In the following rounds, the cloaked man, like a precise assassin, repeatedly cut in from tricky angles, almost striking Hector's body again.

However, Hector's resilience was beyond imagination. He used his sweeping spear and sword techniques to attack instead of defend, forcing his opponent's lightning-fast advances back.

However, the cloaked man's punches were not entirely ineffective. He changed his target several times, ensuring that his fists struck the heavy sword precisely, producing a dull metallic clang.

The immense force caused Hector's arm to go numb and his hand to ache.

Chapter 627 The Undying Extreme Spear

Hector understood that his opponent clearly intended to undermine his control of the weapon and disrupt his increasingly threatening spear-sword dance through sustained attacks.

He could only grip the gun barrel tightly, determined not to let the other side easily knock his weapon away.

The battle thus descended into a fierce tug-of-war. The two sides traded blows, with offense and defense shifting rapidly like a whirlwind.

Each clash consumed enormous physical and mental energy; the air itself seemed to become scorching and viscous from the intense collisions.

It can be said that the competition now is about who can hold out until the end in such a high-intensity, back-and-forth offensive and defensive battle without revealing a fatal flaw first.

In other words, it's a contest of will and patience between the two sides.

"hateful!"

On the high platform, Jason, who was watching the battle, became increasingly agitated and couldn't help but punch the railing.

He simply couldn't understand how Hector, armed with weapons, could not subdue a bare-handed, cowardly fellow for so long!

"What on earth is Hector doing! The opponent is completely unarmed, yet he can't take him down even after all this time! This is simply..."

Jason kept his words stuck in his throat, because he felt that saying them would be tantamount to losing face.

“Calm down, Jason,” Chiron’s steady voice rang out from the side, his gaze never leaving the intense battle in the arena. “Your opponent is no ordinary man. Look closely, and you can see that he has a clear advantage over Hector in pure strength and absolute speed. This dominance is not just superficial.”

Chiron, with his keen insight as a sage, calmly analyzed the situation:

“Give Hector some time. He is actually more patient and more patient than any of us. He has faced this situation of seeking a glimmer of hope in desperate situations far too many times in his life.”

"In terms of fighting spirit and unyielding will, he is the strongest among all of us, except for Hercules."

Chiron's words carried an unquestionable authority, and Jason, though unwilling, had no choice but to accept them.

He could only awkwardly withdraw his hand, suppressing his anger, but still muttering resentfully, "Damn it... from which corner did such a troublesome Servant suddenly appear? Hector wouldn't... be unable to even force out the opponent's Noble Phantasm, would he..."

Meanwhile, Hector, at the center of the storm, was completely focused on every breath, every step, and every swing of his weapon.

In the ongoing and intense battle with the cloaked man, he forced himself to remain clear-headed despite the dizziness and pressure, calmly observing and analyzing the trajectory and application of power of his opponent's every attack, like the most precise instrument.

The opponent was truly strong. Each surprise attack was like a scorpion's sting, cunning and ruthless, with unpredictable angles, forcing him into an extremely difficult defensive position, almost always teetering on the brink of death.

However, in this long and arduous tug-of-war, Hector's intuition, honed through countless life-and-death experiences, finally caught a very subtle yet persistent sense of "discomfort."

Hector clearly noticed that the enemy actually had several excellent opportunities to go further and expand their gains after a successful surprise attack, even at a small cost.

Even if I fought back with all my might, I could only leave a minor, insignificant wound on my opponent. But their punch would definitely be able to tear through my defenses and deliver another heavy blow.

This should have been a risky exchange, but the other party is unwilling to even pay this "small price"!

Whenever faced with this situation, the cloaked man would always stop his impending attack as if electrocuted, choosing to evade without hesitation, and then quickly pull away to find the next seemingly more perfect opportunity to attack.

The previous battles had been too fast-paced, with life and death hanging in the balance, leaving Hector no time to think things through. But now, in the long, drawn-out battle of attrition, this deliberately concealed "unwillingness to get hurt" was like a hidden reef beneath the surface, finally detected by Hector's keen perception!

"I don't want to suffer even the slightest injury?" Hector's mind raced, like a war game simulation.

"Is it because his body is exceptionally fragile, and even a slight poke from me would cause him severe injury? Or is it..."

A bolder, even somewhat terrifying, guess, like a flash of lightning in the darkness, suddenly illuminated a corner of his mind!

To verify this hypothesis, to tear away the veil of mystery surrounding his opponent, a resolute glint flashed in Hector's eyes. He decided to take a gamble that was bold to the point of madness!

As the cloaked man moved, he suddenly noticed that Hector did not turn around with him as before. He seemed to freeze, completely still, exposing his back to the enemy.

The cloaked man's eyes narrowed. Although Hector had made the mistake of being stunned a few times before, this was the first time he hadn't reacted for such a long time.

He didn't think Hector would be so foolish; he speculated that Hector was probably plotting something unknown.

The cloaked man's sharp eyes scanned Hector's stiff back rapidly in the shadow of his hood, trying to decipher any clues of a trap from his seemingly defenseless posture.

Muscle tension, breathing rhythm, weapon tremors... any detail could be a deadly signal.

However, the opportunity was right in front of them. A completely exposed back was far too tempting on the ever-changing battlefield of life and death. That defenseless posture was like the sweetest poisoned bait, exuding an irresistible and dangerous aroma.

The cloaked man's fighting instincts clashed fiercely with cautious suspicion. A conspiracy? Perhaps. But wouldn't it be even more foolish to miss this golden opportunity because of excessive suspicion? His opponent was clearly at his limit; this might be a sign that his physical or mental strength was on the verge of collapse!

"Hmph, whether it's bluffing or some real trick... it's all in vain before absolute speed!" The cloaked man made a decision in an instant. He chose to trust that his speed was enough to handle any unexpected situation.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the cloaked man's figure once again transformed into a swift shadow tearing through space! This time, he made no attempt to probe; his target was crystal clear—Hector's unsuspecting back!

The air was compressed by the high-speed moving body, producing a sharp, explosive sound. The fist, imbued with immense power and accompanied by a gust of wind capable of shattering rocks, struck the target's vital point with unparalleled precision.

Closer! Closer still! The fist was almost millimeters away from the fabric behind Hector's ear!

A cold, smug glint flashed in the cloaked man's eyes, as if he could already hear the muffled sound of bones breaking.

But at this critical moment!

Hector, who had been as still as a stone sculpture, moved!

It wasn't a dodge, nor a block! His movements, though slower than the cloaked man's, were so precise that it seemed as if he had rehearsed them a thousand times.

The cloaked man suddenly twisted his right wrist, which was gripping the gun and sword, inward at an incredible angle, using his powerful arm strength to move the heavy gun!

The spear tip, gleaming with a cold light, was like a venomous snake raising its head, carrying an unwavering determination. It wasn't thrusting forward, but rather, at an extremely tricky and ruthless angle, it fiercely stabbed out from below Hector's left rib! Its target was the chest of the cloaked man attacking from behind!

This was practically a trade-off of injury; Hector used his entire back as bait, willing to take a punch himself in order to deliver the fatal shot into his enemy's body.

"Varied……?!"

The cloaked man's pupils contracted sharply; in an instant, he realized what was happening. His opponent had likely seen through his constant avoidance of being hurt, which was why he had changed his tactics and was now prepared to fight to the death.