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

"Now, the only one whose identity remains a mystery is that blond 'vampire' number 9... Because we don't know his background, it's difficult to make an accurate assessment of his true strength."

Ritsuka's gaze fell on the blond man on the stage, who stood with his hands on his hips, exuding arrogance and an inhuman aura.

"A blond vampire?" Weber's brow furrowed instantly on the other end of the communication line. He immediately turned his gaze to the screen connected to the Sheba observation system, where the image clearly captured the blond man's full appearance.

The moment that iconic face came into view, Weber's pupils contracted sharply!

In an instant, the floodgates of long-sealed memories were violently burst open—the figure facing a host of Masters and Servants in the Fourth Holy Grail War, and that arrogant and domineering demeanor seemed to reappear once again.

“His current opponent is Achilles… We were just discussing the outcome of their match… Mr. Waver, who do you think is more likely to win?” Mash’s voice rang out at the right moment, raising the question that everyone was most concerned about.

“Is there even a question…” Weber took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. His voice was slightly hoarse as he slowly shook his head and said, “…Without a doubt, the victor will be this blond 'vampire'…”

"Huh?!" Upon hearing this, apart from Musashi, who already knew the truth and was calmly eating her udon noodles, Ritsuka, Mashu, and the others on the other end of the communication were all extremely astonished, completely unable to understand why Waver could make such a confident assertion.

"The final match, the No. 2 champion versus the No. 9 champion—begin!"

The sea god's loud and majestic announcement resounded like thunder throughout the arena, instantly interrupting Ritsuka and the others' eager conversation.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the arena where an earth-shattering duel was about to unfold.

On the arena, as soon as the match was announced to begin, the blond man saw Achilles charging towards him like lightning without a word. Achilles' movements were incredibly swift; his feet kicked up fine dust as he pushed off the ground, transforming him into a blur.

"Heh heh, so straightforward right from the start?" The blond man's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile.

Faced with the opponent's rapid attack, he showed no panic. Instead, he stood leisurely in place, his arms hanging casually, as if he were watching a performance.

This made Achilles, who was charging forward, frown, a hint of doubt rising in his heart. He didn't know what kind of trump card this vampire had that made him so contemptuous of him.

Achilles' eyes were sharp as knives, fixed on his opponent, trying to find a flaw in his posture.

However, when he crashed into the spot where the blond man had been standing, he realized the source of the man's arrogance.

"boom!"

A deafening sonic boom rang out, but Achilles stared wide-eyed in disbelief ahead. There was nothing there; the blond man he should have hit had vanished like a ghost.

Clearly, Achilles' fist, though incredibly swift, struck only air.

"Ha, the legendary comet run is nothing special..."

Just then, Achilles heard a slightly mocking voice from behind him. In an instant, Achilles took a step forward and turned around, the movement fluid yet somewhat hasty.

He stared intently at the blond man who had reappeared before him, utterly shocked, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.

Recalling what just happened, I realized I hadn't even seen how the other person got behind me...

"No, it's not that I didn't see it! He disappeared the instant I threw my punch. I couldn't see how he moved at all—how could this happen?"

Achilles thought to himself, his hands unconsciously clenching tighter.

He quickly assumed a fighting stance, firmly planted his feet on the ground, and did not rush forward.

This time, he carefully observed his opponent, his gaze sweeping over every subtle movement of the blond man, and for the first time felt a heavy pressure on the speed he was so proud of.

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"What's wrong? Are you scared and won't attack just because I went behind you? Ha... I haven't even touched your heels yet!"

The blond man spread his hands, a relaxed smile on his face, his tone full of provocation.

Achilles took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, trying to calm himself. He was not angered by the other person's words; instead, he became even calmer.

He knew very well that the person before him was no ordinary person and that he had to be fully prepared. Then, he slowly walked towards the blond man, his steps steady and powerful, no longer displaying his signature rapid pace.

It seems he's preparing to focus all his attention on his opponent, trying to figure out how the other managed to move so elusively by observing them up close.

"Heh heh... So you actually chose to walk over slowly? In order to figure out what just happened, you even gave up your own advantages?"

The blond man continued his sarcastic remarks, his voice tinged with amusement, while he slightly turned his body to assume a defensive stance.

"Heh, even if I walk over slowly, it doesn't mean my fists have lost their advantage," Achilles sneered in response. His eyes were resolute, and his fists were already subtly gathering power, ready to explode at any moment.

"Is that so? Then let's get a little closer." With that, the blond man also slowly walked towards the other person, his steps unhurried, as if he were taking a stroll.

As the two drew closer and closer, almost within an arm's length of each other, Achilles moved! With lightning speed, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and threw a fierce hook punch straight at his opponent's face.

As he said, even without the aid of running, his punches are still ruthless and swift, with a whistling wind!

"boom!"

"Uh!"

However, before Achilles' fist could strike its target, he felt a sudden pain in his left leg, as if he had been struck by an iron rod. He immediately lost his balance, staggered backward, and almost lost his footing.

Forget about throwing a punch, in order to maintain his balance and avoid being pursued by his opponent, he could only awkwardly leap backward to create distance.

After regaining his footing, Achilles looked down at his left leg in disbelief. This time, he could see the opponent's kick clearly—the whip kick was as fast as lightning, even faster than his own proud punch, and it struck his shin precisely.

But that wasn't the main point. What truly alarmed him was that his opponent, despite not breaking his heel, had managed to injure the front of his shin! Had they completely disregarded his seemingly invincible body?

"Could it be that the opponent also possesses a certain degree of divinity?... Otherwise, how could it have breached my body's defenses?" Achilles' mind raced, his brow furrowed.

He knew perfectly well that his invincible body was indeed unbeatable in front of mortals, but he could basically inflict damage on any servant who could be connected with the gods.

The higher one's divinity, the worse the damage reduction effect of one's invincible body; if the opponent's divinity exceeds one's own, then this body effect is as good as nothing.

"Too slow, too slow. Is this all the fastest hero you've ever been?" the blond man scoffed, his voice laced with obvious contempt. He stood there, arms crossed, looking completely at ease.

“It seems you and I are both skilled in the field of speed…” Achilles said in a deep voice, trying to probe the other party’s background through the conversation.

"I do want to test how much faster I am than you... well, it seems you're not worthy of my testing."

The blond man adopted an attitude of completely disregarding Achilles, even giving a lazy yawn.

"The experiment you're referring to is one like this, where you can't even inflict a decent wound, and the bleeding isn't enough to give you the chance to manipulate blood as a weapon? It seems I won't be seeing your magnificent blood manipulation skills in this contest."

Achilles, feigning ease, curled his lips into a mocking smile, retorting with a sarcastic retort. Though at a disadvantage, his momentum remained undiminished.

"Heh... Are all Greek heroes this stubborn? Fine, I'll accept your pointless provocation. Let's try a few more times and see if your invincible body can be even tougher than your mouth."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the blond man thrust out his hand with the speed and precision of a cleaver, aiming straight for Achilles' temple with a clean and swift motion.

Achilles, whose fists were already positioned near his head for defense, quickly crossed his arms to block the sudden attack.

In that one exchange, Achilles felt the blond man's fist weigh as heavy as a thousand pounds, the impact numbing his arm. Had it not been for his body's extraordinary resilience, his bones would likely have shattered on the spot.

However, the blond man followed up his punch with a barrage of blows, his attacks relentless. Achilles, seeing this, felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he couldn't afford to be passively attacked, or the initiative would be completely seized by his opponent.

"Ugh!!!!"

Achilles roared, his voice echoing through the arena. He parried the punch with all his might and then launched a fierce attack, raining blows down on his opponent and engaging the blond man in close combat.

The two exchanged blows, their fists clashing, each collision producing a dull thud and accompanied by splattering blood.

Chapter 644 That vampire is Lord Wang Chong

Achilles, eager to launch an attack, threw punches faster and faster, his arms becoming blurry, but each attack was precisely blocked or dodged by the blond man.

Just as Achilles felt his strength was about to reach its limit and his breathing became heavy, he heard the other person's calm and composed voice:

"Heh heh, wanna have a punching speed contest?"

The next moment, the blond man seemed to truly take it seriously, his eyes flashing with excitement, his entire aura surging, as if he were completely high:

“Wood big wood big wood big wood big – wood big!!!”

Achilles was not some copycat hero known for his speed; he simply couldn't keep up with the storm of punches.

He felt a series of heavy blows to his upper body—chest, shoulders, cheeks—and waves of pain washed over him. Finally, the blond man delivered a powerful straight punch to his abdomen, sending him flying backward.

"Pfft-"

Achilles tumbled several times in the air before finally landing firmly, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained his chest.

The scene caused a stir among the audience. A hush fell over the stands, followed by low murmurs. Everyone assumed Achilles was at least a top-three hero, and that against this unknown blond vampire, he should at least have the upper hand, if not a complete rout.

But who could have imagined that Achilles would be completely overwhelmed by his opponent, with the situation becoming almost one-sided?

"That's Achilles... Although he's not as strong as my Heracles, he shouldn't be so easily defeated, right? And that guy was able to ignore Achilles' invincible body and injure him. Could he also be a demigod?"

Jason stared at the ring, his eyes wide with disbelief, muttering to himself. He clenched his fists, leaning slightly forward, revealing his inner shock.

"I've never heard of a vampire becoming a demigod or even a god before." The other heroes on the Agor shook their heads and whispered among themselves, but no one could come up with a reasonable explanation.

"The other party should not be the kind of vampire in later legends, but something more pure, something that was born on this planet... Its name is: True Ancestor."

At this moment, Chiron spoke slowly, his voice steady and thoughtful. His gaze was piercing, fixed on the blond man:

"In terms of affiliation, they belong to the category of planetary will. In terms of status, they are in no way inferior to the gods themselves, so it is not surprising that he caused harm to Achilles."

"But... that shouldn't be the case. How could a True Ancestor, a product of a planet's will, appear among the Heroic Spirits? Unless he wasn't a summoned Servant at all..."

"...We have too little information, so we can only reveal our identity to this extent. Let's wait and see. Achilles hasn't used his full strength yet. Let's see how far he can push his opponent," Chiron added, his tone tinged with seriousness.

Hearing that even Chiron couldn't figure out the other's background, the crew of the Agor had no choice but to give up for the time being and turn their attention back to the arena, creating a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Ritsuka and the others were equally surprised.

Mashu gasped in surprise, instinctively covering her mouth with her hands: "Wow... Mr. Waver was right. That blond vampire really did crush Achilles."

"But how did Mr. Waver know the result? Did he recognize the other party's identity?" Mash couldn't help but ask.

“Hmm… I encountered him in this state during the Fourth Holy Grail War. And you are all quite familiar with his identity.” Waver sighed, his expression complex.

He paused for a moment before slowly revealing the truth: "He is none other than Lord Wang Chong."

"Eh!? Mr. Wang Chong?!" Not to mention Ritsuka and Mashu, even Dr. Roman, who was in Chaldea standing next to Waver, was startled and almost dropped his coffee cup. Everyone looked at each other, their shock evident.

"Yes, otherwise who else do you think has the power to toy with Heroic Spirits?"

Waver shook his head helplessly. Since the Fourth Holy Grail War ended, he had learned the truth behind the Holy Grail War from Wang Chong.

Therefore, he clearly remembered that Wang Chong had once transformed into that blond man named "Dior." The appearance of the figure displayed on the Sheba screen at this moment was strikingly similar to the image in his memory.

"So, Miss Musashi actually knew about this all along, right?" Mashu asked, turning to Musashi who was leisurely enjoying her udon noodles. Musashi looked completely unsurprised.

"Slurp—" Musashi finished the last mouthful of noodles and chuckled a little sheepishly, "Hehe, after all, we only have a limited number of people available to play. My lord only allowed me to 'mess around' here because he saw that I was interested in this."

She put down her bowl and added, "It seems that the lord himself attaches great importance to this competition, which is why he personally participated."

"Is Mr. Wang Chong so interested in this match? Is it also for that so-called blessing of the sea god?" Ritsuka couldn't help but ask.

“Of course not!” Musashi immediately shook his head in denial. “With the Lord’s current strength, even the real sea god might not be his match. Why would he care about the blessing of a fake sea god?”

She suppressed her smile and explained seriously, "The lord's true purpose is to gather and subdue all the pirate forces in this world, which is why he got involved."

"Gather and subdue...all the pirates?" Upon hearing this, everyone except Drake showed a deeper level of confusion than before. This goal sounded even more perplexing than seeking the blessing of the sea god.

"Mr. Wang Chong's thoughts... are as unpredictable as ever," Mashu couldn't help but sigh.

"Huh?" Drake raised an eyebrow with interest. "This guy has his eye on my Golden Deer, has he? Heh, what an interesting fellow."

She was not disgusted by the other party's ambition to subdue all the pirates; on the contrary, she showed some approval, since she herself harbored the same desire for conquest.

"Let's put this discussion aside for now... Look what's happening on the field!" Dr. Roman's urgent voice interrupted everyone's thoughts. All eyes immediately refocused on the ring, and the scene before them astonished them once more.

Countless sharp blades formed from congealed blood hovered around Achilles, gleaming coldly, completely surrounding him. This blood was the divine blood that had splattered from Achilles' wounds when Wang Chong delivered his powerful punch earlier.

"Haven't you always wanted to see my 'elegant' blood control technique?" Wang Chong crossed his arms, looking at his trapped opponent with amusement, as if admiring an interesting experimental subject.

He gently raised his hand, and the suspended blood blades trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, as if they might shoot out at any moment.

"Heh heh, now that I've shown it to you as you wished, why do you seem rather unhappy, Achilles?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he continued:

"Your invincible body, which is 'unharmable except by divine power,' is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary weapons... So, can the blades made from your own blood, which is imbued with divine power, pierce your defenses and leave you riddled with holes?"

At this moment, Achilles, surrounded by deadly weapons formed from his own blood, had beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He could clearly sense the surging divinity that still lingered on those blood-stained blades, a divinity that belonged to him. Without a doubt, it could easily tear apart his proud, blessed body.

"This is terrible... Once the blood leaves my body, I completely lose control over it. This bizarre ability to control blood is truly impossible to defend against..."

Achilles' mind raced, and his right hand instinctively ran over the still-bleeding wound on his body:

"But... compared to the opponent's terrifying punching speed and overwhelming power, this blood control technique seems insignificant."

He never expected that he would be defeated by his opponent with pure violence in his proud close combat.

The oppressive aura emanating from Wang Chong, whom he was facing at this moment, was in no way inferior to that of Hercules, the great hero he admired most in his life.

The opponent's strength, speed, precision, and even his own status all demonstrated unparalleled power. If he continued to fight hand-to-hand, he would have no chance of winning.

"go with!"

Wang Chong flicked his finger, as if issuing a final command. In an instant, all the hovering blood blades were released like bowstrings drawn to their fullest extent, transforming into a crimson rain of death that shrieked and shot towards Achilles in the center from all directions!