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

This happened earlier and faster than the cloaked man had anticipated, leaving him with no choice. To continue concealing his identity, he could only retreat, barely managing to avoid Hector's attack.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch his clothes, the cloaked man abruptly and as if defying all physical inertia, forcibly stopped his determined punch. The power he had gathered had nowhere to go, and the backlash caused his chest to churn with blood and qi.

At the same time, he pushed off the ground with both feet, and with an even greater speed than when he came, as if pulled by an invisible force, he was violently pulled backward.

"Now!" Hector roared inwardly upon hearing the commotion behind him! He had gambled correctly! This was the moment he had been waiting for! The cloaked man's decision to retreat in order to "avoid injury"!

The moment Hector felt the pressure behind him suddenly decrease as the spear tip missed its mark, he did not hesitate for a moment.

His left foot was firmly planted in the ground like an iron nail, while his right leg unleashed a burst of pent-up power. His entire body was like a fully drawn bow, slamming forward with all his might! This step was as swift as lightning and as steady as a mountain, instantly widening the distance between the two by several meters!

As Hector lunged forward, he also completed a turn in mid-air, and his hands, gripping the gun barrel, shifted their positions.

Using the immense power of his forward thrust and turn, his waist, like the most resilient spring, began to rotate violently to the right!

The power of the whole body flows from the soles of the feet that slam into the ground, to the taut thighs, to the twisting waist and abdomen, and finally into the shoulders and arms.

Turn around! Charge up! Throw! The three movements are completed in one smooth motion, so fast that only a continuous afterimage is left on the retina!

When Hector completed a magnificent 180-degree turn and faced the retreating cloaked man again, his strength had just reached its peak!

"Durindana (The Indestructible Extreme Gun) —!!!"

A deafening roar, filled with Hector's entire will and killing intent, resounded throughout the battlefield! Accompanied by this roar that unleashed his true name, the divine spear, imbued with supreme power, transformed into a golden bolt of lightning that tore through the sky!

Chapter 628 Hector's Old Acquaintance

"Durindana (The Indestructible Extreme Gun) —!!!"

With Hector's shout, the gun was completely enveloped in a blinding magical glow, trailing a long, destructive tail of light, its speed far exceeding any previous attack.

The air was violently torn and compressed, emitting a shrill scream! The target of the spear tip was not the cloaked man's vitals, but his legs that could move at high speed.

Hector's tactical intention was very clear: to prevent the opponent from taking advantage of their speed on both legs.

Furthermore, Hector was well aware of the power of his Noble Phantasm. Even if the spear he threw could not directly hit his opponent, it would definitely hit the arena. The terrifying energy aftershocks that would erupt would be enough to completely cripple his opponent's legs!

Once that desperate speed that sustains us is taken away, the scales of victory will tip completely!

Of course... besides this tactical intention, Hector had another ulterior motive in targeting the opponent's legs.

"Could it be you? Heh... Anyway, this Noble Phantasm release is enough to force out your true form." Hector thought to himself as he looked at the spear and sword he had thrown.

The golden lightning struck in an instant. Faced with this unavoidable attack, a Noble Phantasm capable of shattering everything, everyone in the audience held their breath.

However, just when everyone thought the cloaked man had no choice but to either take the hit head-on or pay a heavy price to dodge, a sudden change occurred!

The cloaked man then did something completely illogical, leaving all the spectators momentarily speechless!

He didn't back down! He didn't dodge left or right! He didn't even try to block!

In that one-thousandth of a second of life-or-death decision, he let out a helpless chuckle. Then, his retreating figure stopped inexplicably as his right leg lightly touched the arena. And in the next instant, instead of retreating, he charged forward fiercely towards the destructive golden lightning!

"Has he gone mad?!" This thought simultaneously crossed the minds of all the spectators.

This suicidal charge instantly changed the trajectory of the gun and sword! Originally aimed at the legs, the strike, due to the target's deliberate advance, suddenly landed on the cloaked man's own abdomen!

"BOOM—!!!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted! Blinding golden light, mixed with violent energy turbulence, swept outwards in all directions like a raging sea!

The hard rocky ground was easily lifted and shattered, and smoke and gravel mixed with scorching air surged into the sky, filling the arena with huge plumes of smoke.

The instant Hector threw his spear, he crossed his arms in front of him to shield himself from the shockwave of the explosion.

His feet sank deep into the ring tiles, carving two deep furrows behind him.

The light dimmed slightly, and his spear-sword spun back, landing firmly in his hand with a clang. The spear remained undamaged, its gleam still flowing.

Hector gripped his spear tightly, leaned forward slightly, and assumed the most rigorous defensive stance, staring intently at the smoke-filled, energy-ravaged core area ahead as if facing a formidable enemy.

His breathing was slightly heavy, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, not daring to relax for a moment. The other party's unusual behavior made his suspicion almost obvious, but he needed to confirm it with his own eyes!

The violent energy and dense smoke tumbled and settled on the battlefield, like the curtain of a stage slowly falling, preparing to reveal the most shocking answer.

Finally, as the last wisp of smoke was blown away by the wind, the scene at the center of the explosion was revealed.

There, a figure still stands tall and straight.

It wasn't a severed limb or a near-death experience.

Instead, they are completely unharmed!

The cloaked man stood firmly in place. His cloak was gone due to the recent explosion, and the clothing around his abdomen had been completely reduced to ashes by the terrifying power of the unleashed weapon, revealing his firm, well-defined abdominal muscles.

However, what sent a chill down everyone's spine, except Hector's, spine, and head, was that the skin on his bare abdomen was completely unharmed!

Not to mention penetrating wounds or lacerations, not even the slightest scratch or bruise could be found!

It was as if the light of the Noble Phantasm that had just been able to tear the steel giant to shreds was merely a harmless breeze that brushed past his body!

At this moment, the man who had been wearing a cloak was now exposed to everyone, especially Hector, with his signature light green short hair and handsome yet unruly face, after losing the cover of the cloak and hood.

Dead silence. The battlefield fell into a deathly silence. Only the hissing sound of residual energy and the faint tinkling of falling gravel could be heard.

Hector stared intently at his opponent's unmasked face. A slow, deliberate upward smirk played on his lips, a smile that held both a knowing, resigned acceptance of his fate, a calm acceptance of facing his adversary again. Then, Hector clearly uttered the name that had struck fear into the hearts of countless on the Trojan battlefield, a name that simultaneously represented the contradictory concepts of "invincibility" and "weakness":

“I knew it… It really was you, Achilles.”

……

Meanwhile, on Jason's side, Chiron gazed at the arena and recognized the agile figure as Achilles.

He sighed heavily, shook his head helplessly, and said to his companions beside him:

"Cage number 2... is completely undefendable. Let's give up. Apart from Hercules, none of us can reliably defeat him."

“That’s Achilles, and Achilles with complete immortality! Even though we all know his only weakness is his heel, so what? It’s not a vital point that anyone can easily touch and break through.”

“Looking back at the Trojan battlefield, Hector’s ability to strike Achilles’ ankle was not entirely due to his own strength.”

"He relied more on the wide-range destructive power of the 'Indestructible Extreme Spear' to accidentally hit and damage Achilles' heel under the covering bombardment, thus breaking his immortality by sheer luck."

"More importantly, Achilles himself was unaware of his own fatal weakness at that time, which allowed Hector to succeed."

"But what about now? Hector tried to use the same trick again, but Achilles easily found a way to counter it and defended against it by simply relying on his immortality. This is the most powerful proof."

"Achilles, who already knows how to protect his weaknesses, is not someone who can be easily exploited... On the contrary, this seemingly obvious weakness forces Achilles to become even stronger. I'm afraid very few people can break through his weakness, and even I'm not confident I can do it."

In fact, Chiron's words also carried a hint of self-deprecation.

It is worth noting that on a battlefield in a parallel universe, this wise centaur once successfully guided an attack to hit Achilles' heel with his ingenious planning and strategy, breaking his almost invincible immortality.

Of course, the price of that glory was also terrible—Chiron's soul core was shattered by Achilles, and he paid the ultimate price with his life.

This also indirectly confirms that Achilles's strength is still a level that is unparalleled among the many Greek heroes.

Apart from Hercules, who firmly holds the top spot, no one else can challenge his undisputed second place.

Even Jason, the proud and arrogant captain of Argonauts who never easily admits defeat, could only swallow his resentment and anger when he learned that Hector's formidable opponent was Achilles. He turned away dejectedly, no longer paying attention to the seemingly predetermined outcome of the match.

Chapter 629 Fated Showdown

On the highly anticipated arena, upon hearing Hector reveal his identity, Achilles' handsome face also wore a helpless, bitter smile. He tossed his slightly disheveled green hair and said frankly:

"As expected... defeating you while completely concealing my identity is not an easy task. In the end, you forced me to reveal my true form."

“That’s perfectly normal, Achilles.”

Hector, slightly out of breath, shook his head, but a smile, like that of an old friend reuniting, appeared on his lips, and the tense fighting spirit he had just displayed seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

"You have never had any experience or legend of deliberately hiding your identity, so you naturally cannot receive any mysterious blessing in this regard. You know very well how powerful my Noble Phantasm is when it is released. As long as I seize even the slightest opportunity to release it, your dazzling true form will inevitably be exposed."

Hector paused, his tone slightly teasing:

"You wouldn't be thinking of using brute force to completely overwhelm me, preventing me from even unleashing my Noble Phantasm, and ultimately forcing me to be humiliated and knocked off the stage by you, would you?"

"Hey, you're underestimating me... I may be getting on in years, but my battlefield skills haven't diminished at all!"

"I never meant to underestimate you..."

Achilles, with a serious expression and intense gaze, said:

"On the contrary, among the many opponents in this ring, I am most familiar with you and most confident in dealing with you."

His tone shifted, carrying a hint of challenge: "Moreover... as the one who once shattered my indestructible golden body, I'd like to challenge myself and see if I can break through the ultimate technique you used to exploit my weakness back then!"

As Achilles spoke, he subconsciously patted his firm abdomen, as if to confirm the integrity of his immortal body:

"People must learn to face their weaknesses... Aren't you thinking the same thing right now?"

"Now that you've recognized me, why are you still frantically plotting how to defeat me... Stop putting on that seemingly relaxed act. My battle instincts tell me that the fighting spirit burning in your chest shows no signs of waning!"

"Hahaha...really..."

Hector, his thoughts exposed, let out a hearty but slightly helpless laugh:

"That's why I said I really don't want to get too involved with you born battle maniacs... I'm the commander! I prefer strategic planning and cunning to this kind of one-on-one brute force duel, and to command my troops to fight you invaders to the bitter end!"

However, before Hector's laughter had even faded, he had already launched himself like an arrow released from a bow!

He exerted force with his feet, and the arena floor seemed to tremble slightly. The "Indestructible Extreme Spear" he held tightly in his hand transformed into a sharp, cold light, and he launched another swift charge towards Achilles!

"Clang—!"

A piercing clang of metal suddenly rang out! This time, Achilles did not fight bare-handed. A flash of light appeared in his right hand, and the renowned divine weapon, the Meteor Spear, instantly materialized in his palm, accurately blocking Hector's powerful thrust.

"Same here! I also hate associating with guys like you who are full of scheming and always resorting to sneak attacks!"

Achilles' eyes blazed with fury; he clenched his wrist and thrust his spear, sending Hector staggering back several steps. His voice was loud and powerful:

"Let's have a good fight, Hector! Let me see just how much you've improved since you passed away!"

Whether in terms of pure strength or ghostly speed, Achilles demonstrated an overwhelming advantage over Hector.

Needless to say, as long as Achilles' fatal heel remained unbroken, Hector's spear tip, capable of piercing through city walls, would be utterly incapable of causing any real damage to his immortal body.

With his identity exposed, Achilles fought without any restraint. He unleashed his most familiar and unrestrained fighting style, wielding his power with unparalleled ferocity, forcing Hector to retreat step by step.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of impact continued to ring out. Hector's sword, whether piercing Achilles' muscular shoulder or slicing through his lean waist, struck as if hitting indestructible divine iron, futilely scattering sparks but leaving not a single mark.

Hector attempted several times to change tactics, trying to stab Achilles' heel with the tip of his sword, but Achilles reacted with astonishing speed, either nimbly dodging to the side or easily parrying with the shaft of his spear.

Just as Chiron said, Achilles, knowing his own weakness, would not give anyone the chance to break his heel.

On the other hand, Hector had already suffered more than a dozen wounds of varying depths in this brief but intense exchange, as Achilles' spear tip had slashed through his body like a meteor.

Crimson blood seeped out continuously, staining his clothes red. The dual predicament of blood loss and absolute suppression of his strength caused his movements in wielding the spear to gradually become sluggish, and the transitions between his moves lost their former fluidity and order.

"Is this... the end?" Hector gritted his teeth, a surge of intense resentment rising within him. Sweat mixed with blood trickled down his forehead. "Damn it... he's still as despairingly powerful as ever, that Achilles..."

Even though he clearly knew the opponent's only weakness, he was powerless to recreate that earth-shattering attack from years ago due to the difference in his own strength and the opponent's impenetrable defense.

No, perhaps there is some way...

An extremely dangerous and insane idea slithered into Hector's mind like a venomous snake.

If we were to risk our lives like we did back then, even at the cost of injury, we might be able to break that damned heel again!

If the calculations are precise enough... it might actually succeed!

A ruthless glint flashed in Hector's eyes. He deliberately created an opening, loosening his grip and allowing Achilles to forcefully deflect the tip of his spear.

In an instant, his chest was wide open, revealing his nakedness!

Hector was betting that Achilles would seize the opportunity and pierce his body with that meteor spear!

Once the opponent's spear pierces his chest, he is absolutely confident that he can use his last bit of strength to lock the opponent's weapon in place, or even use his body to block the opponent!

Then, at the closest distance, unleash your Noble Phantasm – "Indestructible Extreme Spear"!

At that time, he would certainly die from the violent explosion caused by the piercing of his chest and the release of his Noble Phantasm. However, the destructive energy released by his desperate attack would also completely destroy Achilles's legs and shatter his immortality!

Once Achilles' immortality is broken, his companions will have a greater chance of defeating this formidable enemy!

This was the only way Hector could think of to break the deadlock in his desperate situation!

However, just as Hector held his breath, hoping that Achilles' spear would pierce his body as expected, Achilles' reaction was completely unexpected!

Instead of thrusting his spear forward, Achilles swiftly withdrew his meteor spear with a flick of his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, he lunged forward, his strong arms like iron clamps, accurately and swiftly grabbing Hector's exposed arms that were wide open!

"not good!"

Hector's alarm bells rang, and he instantly understood the other party's intention! He wanted to activate his Noble Phantasm, but his arms were firmly locked, his movements were sluggish, and it was too late!