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

Chapter 645 Achilles' Defeat

"Ugh!!!"

Achilles roared, instantly summoning a dazzling Noble Phantasm—the Meteor Spear—in his hand.

Gunfire flashed, moving at incredible speed, forming an impenetrable silver light screen around him, attempting to block the deadly attacks coming from all directions.

However, faced with the dense barrage of blood blades that Wang Chong controlled at will and attacked from tricky angles, Achilles' exquisite defense eventually showed a flaw.

"Puff puff……"

Several blood-red blades pierced precisely through the gaps in his defenses, embedding themselves deeply in his limbs, waist, and other vital areas. Once these areas were pierced, Achilles felt a sudden, intense numbness and weakness spread through him, making even standing extremely difficult.

He endured the excruciating pain and used his last bit of strength to shatter the remaining blood-stained blades one by one.

Finally, Achilles could no longer hold on. His body swayed, and he slammed one knee heavily onto the ring, barely managing to stay upright by using the shaft of his spear.

Seeing this, Wang Chong stopped his attack. He could have easily used Achilles' freshly spilled blood as a weapon to inflict even greater damage on his opponent, but he did not.

His purpose in coming here was not to take Achilles' life.

“Heh, just as I expected…” Wang Chong’s gaze swept over the disheveled Achilles, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “He preferred to take out his gun and fight head-on rather than use his shield—achilles cosmos (the small world surrounding the heavens)!”

This detail confirms the anomaly Wang Chong sensed when he stepped into the arena yesterday. He keenly sensed that the entire arena itself was a Noble Phantasm that someone had quietly unleashed.

"Now that the key information has been confirmed, this competition should come to an end. I just wonder if eliminating Achilles will disrupt the plans of 'someone' behind the scenes... Hmm?"

Just as Wang Chong was pondering this, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the location where Achilles was, interrupting his thoughts.

The light quickly faded, and a bronze chariot pulled by three magnificent warhorses appeared on the arena! The chariot had an ancient and majestic design, exuding a powerful aura.

"Hahaha, poor Achilles!" one of the magnificent horses spoke in a human voice, his laughter undisguised. "Your heel was perfectly fine, yet you've been beaten so badly? That's quite a sight!"

"Xanthos! Your foul mouth is as annoying as ever!" Achilles gripped the reins tightly with his left hand, using the spear shaft to support his swaying body with his right, and shouted sharply despite his injuries, "Enough nonsense! The enemy is stronger than we imagined, move out now! I need your strength!"

"Bang--!!!"

The three divine steeds seemed to be of one mind, needing no urging, they exerted their strength simultaneously! The chariot started instantly, breaking the sound barrier at its initial speed, emitting a deafening sonic boom!

The powerful impact propelled Achilles into the air, instantly creating a considerable distance between him and Wang Chong on the ground.

Wang Chong looked up at Achilles and his divine chariot speeding and circling in the air, and chuckled: "Heh, you Rider-class Heroic Spirits really do have a special fondness for Creators."

A flicker of interest crossed his eyes, and he murmured, "Since that's the case..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chong took a steady step and stood in the center of the ring in a stance that neither dodged nor avoided, with his arms outstretched!

"What...what is he trying to do?!" A chorus of exclamations erupted from the stands. "Does he intend to single-handedly stop that speeding chariot of the gods?!"

Everyone was stunned by Wang Chong's almost insane act. To intercept a divinely powerful, supersonic chariot charging with his bare hands? That was simply a fantasy!

Seeing Wang Chong confidently assume a fighting stance, Achilles' heart sank in mid-air. However, at this moment, he was already on the verge of firing the arrow.

Driving his chariot into a charge is the strongest attack he can currently unleash. If this move still fails to secure victory, he will have no choice but to concede defeat completely.

"The world's powerful figures are truly a constellation of stars..." Achilles thought with a complex emotion. "Besides that guy who must be defeated and Hercules, there are also such figures before us... What a pleasure it would be to have a thorough and enjoyable battle with them!"

The thought flashed through his mind, only to be replaced by a resolute fighting spirit. His eyes suddenly turned sharp as knives, and a deafening roar erupted from his mouth:

"troias tragoidia (The Undying Chariot of Gale-like Storms)!!!"

The Divine Chariot erupted with a dazzling green light, like a green meteor falling from the sky, tearing through the air with destructive power and crashing headlong into Wang Chong in the center of the arena with overwhelming force!

Faced with this terrifying impact capable of shattering mountains, Wang Chong showed no intention of retreating. He simply opened his arms steadily, waiting for the destructive green light to arrive.

"BOOM—!!!"

The moment the green comet, imbued with divine power, made contact with Wang Chong, a deafening and terrifying roar erupted!

The raging green spiritual energy, like a burst dam, instantly transformed into a tangible shockwave, spreading wildly in all directions! The blinding light engulfed the entire center of the arena, and strong winds howled, causing the people in the stands to cover their faces with their hands, unable to see what was happening at the center of the light.

"What...what's going on?!" Ritsuka shouted amidst the howling wind and blinding light, her voice filled with tension and worry.

As the destructive light and shockwave finally dissipated, the scene on the arena was clearly revealed to everyone again.

"He... he actually caught it barehanded?!" Jason stared wide-eyed at the golden figure standing firm in the center of the ring, exclaiming in disbelief.

Wang Chong's upper body clothing had been reduced to dust in the earth-shattering impact, revealing his muscular physique. He himself had actually single-handedly withstood the ferocious trampling and impact of three divine steeds and a chariot!

He deftly sidestepped, precisely weaving through the gap between three warhorses galloping side by side. One muscular arm, like an iron clamp, braced itself against the front of the heavy chariot charging towards him, while the other hand firmly grasped the shaft of Achilles's meteor spear, thrust out during the charge!

He stood there, unyielding, like an unshakeable ancient mountain, forcefully and completely intercepting Achilles' ultimate attack, which contained all his power and pride!

"boom!"

"Whoa—!!!"

The three divine steeds, sensing the terrifying resistance ahead, let out panicked neighs. Then, everyone saw Wang Chong suddenly exert force with his arms, which were bracing against the chariot, unleashing a chilling power from his bulging muscles!

With the strength of a single arm, he lifted the entire heavy bronze chariot, along with Achilles and the three struggling divine steeds on it, as if he were lifting a heavy sandbag, and then hurled it violently off the stage!

Throughout the process, Achilles seemed to have lost all will to resist, letting himself be thrown away by this irresistible force and crash heavily outside the ring area.

"Such terrifying power..." Chiron, witnessing this extraordinary scene, was also moved and murmured in amazement, "Compared to Hercules, it's probably not much different..."

"Damn it...where did this damn golden monster come from?!" Jason's face turned extremely ugly, and a strong sense of threat welled up in his heart.

Intuition screamed at him that this golden devil would be one of the most formidable opponents his ace Hercules would face on his way to the finals.

If Jason knew the true identity of the "golden vampire" before him—that he was Wang Chong, the very man who had coldly ripped out Hercules' heart right in front of him—he would probably have been terrified and run away at the last minute.

Chapter 646 Miyamoto Musashi VS Hercules (Part 1)

As the phantom of the sea god reformed, a majestic voice resounded throughout the arena:

"The fourth round has ended, and the champion number 9 has won. The quarterfinals are now complete. The four champions advancing to the semifinals are: champion number 1, champion number 7, champion number 8, and champion number 9. Next, the draw for the semifinal match order will take place."

As soon as the phantom of the sea god finished speaking, Wang Chong leaped down from the towering arena and landed lightly.

His gaze swept across the crowd and immediately caught sight of Ritsuka, who was walking towards him.

In a flash, Wang Chong realized that Ritsuka had recognized him. Without showing any emotion, he sent a clear voice transmission to Ritsuka's ears: "Ritsuka, don't come over to acknowledge me yet."

"Huh?" Ritsuka suddenly stopped in her tracks, a clear look of confusion on her face.

“You should know that I’ve fought against those guys from the Agor before,” Wang Chong’s voice transmission carried a calm thoughtfulness. “If you reveal my identity too early, it will only alert them and scare them away prematurely. The time isn’t right yet; these people need to be pushed a little further. Everything is arranged; you can just watch the battle with peace of mind.”

Afterwards, Wang Chong explained some follow-up matters to Ritsuka in detail. After hearing his plan, the doubt in Ritsuka's eyes dissipated, she nodded, stopped trying to approach Wang Chong, and turned back to the camp where Mash and the others were.

"Senpai? What's wrong? Why did you stop and come back?" Mashu asked, puzzled, when she saw Ritsuka turn back halfway.

“It was Mr. Wang Chong’s voice transmission,” Ritsuka explained in a low voice. “He told us not to contact him for the time being, so as not to arouse the vigilance of the people on the Agor and make them notice the flaws.”

Upon hearing this, a hint of nervousness flashed across Medusa's face:

"In that case... I used the power belonging to the Master in order to win, which might have ruined Mr. Wang Chong's plans." She then realized the potential impact of her impulsive actions.

"Don't worry, Miss Medusa."

Ritsuka smiled reassuringly and relayed Wang Chong's words:

"Mr. Wang Chong said that your previous revelation would at most lead a few people to speculate that he might be in the arena, but it wouldn't connect him to his current disguised identity. He also said that even if you were discovered, it wouldn't matter..."

Ritsuka paused, then continued with a hint of teasing, "As long as it fulfills your wish and makes you happy, that's more important than anything else. Mr. Wang Chong really dotes on you, Miss Medusa."

Medusa's fair cheeks flushed instantly. She lowered her head shyly, but a hint of joy flickered in her bright eyes.

"So, Mr. Wang Chong, do you have any other special instructions for Li Xiang?" At this moment, Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator.

"There is indeed one thing."

Ritsuka raised her head, her expression becoming serious. Her gaze passed through the crowd and landed on someone on the sidelines who was calming the horses and talking to Achilles.

"Mr. Wang Chong asked us to try to have more contact with Achilles after today's match... Ah, Miss Medusa!"

Before Ritsuka could finish speaking, she saw the pirate servant carrying the lottery box walking towards them and immediately reminded him, "It's your turn to draw lots."

Soon, the four finalists completed the draw, and the semi-final matchups were determined.

The powerful voice of the Poseidon's phantom announced once more: "This afternoon, the first semi-final will be between champion number 8 and champion number 9. The second semi-final will be between champion number 1 and champion number 7. Now, champions number 8 and 9, please step onto the stage! The first semi-final begins!"

Medusa and Wang Chong stepped onto the arena as instructed.

The outcome of the duel was almost a foregone conclusion. The two exchanged blows on the stage, seemingly fighting fiercely, their swords flashing and their figures clashing, eliciting gasps from the audience.

However, after a period of intense fighting, Medusa cleverly created an opening, pretending that her speed was ultimately inferior. Wang Chong seized the fleeting opportunity and knocked her off the platform with a single blow.

To increase credibility, Medusa even used the mysterious black mist power again before her "defeat." This realistic performance successfully convinced everyone except Ritsuka's faction that she had done everything in her power to win.

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"...Even Medusa was defeated so easily."

Chiron narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on Wang Chong, who stood on the platform with his sword sheathed, his voice heavy with seriousness:

"His speed even surpasses Achilles', and his strength is unfathomable. Although Heracles may be invincible, can he truly defeat such an opponent completely?"

"Hercules is invincible! He can absolutely crush that guy!"

Jason clenched his fists, whirled around, and roared at the towering figure behind him, a figure as imposing as a mountain:

"Go! Hercules! Use your absolute power to crush that Japanese samurai! Let everyone see what unparalleled strength truly means!"

"Roar--!!!"

A furious roar tore through the air as Hercules leaped onto the ring like a cannonball. His wild and oppressive roar instantly stunned the entire arena, and even the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Miss Musashi, please be careful!" Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi's opponent was Hercules, who had become so berserk, Ritsuka, Mash, and the others couldn't help but feel worried for her.

"Don't worry, it's just a friendly spar!" Miyamoto Musashi said nonchalantly, her face beaming with the pure excitement of facing a formidable opponent. She waved heartily to Ritsuka and the others, "Being able to spar with a legendary hero is what truly gets the blood pumping! Everyone, watch my performance!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure had already floated down onto the arena like a wisp of smoke. Just as Miyamoto Musashi's hand touched the hilt of her sword, preparing to take her stance to face the renowned hero, a chilling, instinctive sense of crisis suddenly washed over her, making the hairs on her body stand on end.

She abruptly looked up at the source of the crisis—Hercules. At this moment, he was surrounded by a visible aura of ferocity, like a primordial beast that had just crawled out of an ancient abyss. His mere existence exuded a terrifying and suffocating pressure.

"Hey... this sense of oppression is too exaggerated..." Miyamoto Musashi felt cold sweat seeping from her palms, and her body even trembled slightly uncontrollably. However, in the face of this extreme danger, only her face blossomed with an almost fanatical smile of excitement.

During her previous battle with Mash, she saw an indestructible "wall of infinite protection" in the shield-wielding girl, which seemed to extend to the ends of the world, and that will impressed her greatly.

And at this moment, she saw "infinity" once again!

A dazzling golden light! The pure and magnificent golden glory almost burst through Miyamoto Musashi's vision.

What appeared before him was a monster radiating terrifying malevolence, but in Miyamoto Musashi's "perception," it reflected the supreme and dazzling golden glory of Hercules, a glory that had endured countless legends and was so profound that it was unimaginable!

Ah, the light is so dazzling, it's like a golden mountain range stretching endlessly into the clouds right in front of us!

This is the "gold content" possessed by the most famous and powerful hero in Greek mythology; it is the substantial brilliance condensed from his countless great achievements!

"If I can defeat you... I will accept this 'limitless' glory!"

His body reacted before his mind could process it; Miyamoto Musashi's twin swords were already drawn and gripped tightly in his hands.

She could no longer contain her excitement; her eyes gleamed with the sharp light of a hunter, and she had made up her mind to cut down this "golden mountain" of a hero before her!

"The match begins!" The phantom of the sea god's pronouncement was like the sound of a starting gun.

Miyamoto Musashi's figure vanished from her spot in an instant, and the next moment, she swooped down towards Hercules's lower body like a whirlwind!

Miyamoto Musashi's strategy was crystal clear: Hercules was as massive as a mountain, and his attacks were mostly concentrated in his upper and middle body. Diving down on his lower body would not only effectively avoid most of his thunderous attacks, but if he could successfully sever the tendons in his legs, it would greatly limit the giant's terrifying mobility.

Once her speed is limited, that's Miyamoto Musashi's domain! With her ghostly speed and the sharp sword in her hand, she can move like a butterfly flitting among flowers, constantly creating wounds on Hercules' massive body and gradually weakening his astonishing fighting power.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, accompanied by a shower of flying debris!

Chapter 647 Miyamoto Musashi VS Hercules (Part 2)

"Uh!"

Miyamoto Musashi's plan was instantly thwarted. Although Hercules had lost his mind, his battle instincts, ingrained in his bones, were terrifyingly sharp!

As if he had anticipated Miyamoto Musashi's route, he swung the huge stone sword high in advance and slammed it heavily onto the ground in front of Miyamoto Musashi's charging path with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!

The terrifying force not only shattered the stone arena, but also sent up countless fragments of stone, which, like dense shrapnel, shot towards Miyamoto Musashi in a fan shape!

This sudden counterattack forced Miyamoto Musashi to abandon her frontal assault. Her nimble figure darted and weaved rapidly through the rain of pebbles, attempting to bypass the ferocious frontal attack and find an opening from Hercules' flank or rear.

"Huh!?"

The instant she changed position, a massive, mountain-like figure burst forth from the billowing dust with astonishing speed disproportionate to its size! Immediately following, a gust of wind that tore through the air rushed towards Miyamoto Musashi, heading straight for his face!

At the critical moment, Miyamoto Musashi instinctively crossed his twin swords in front of him to block.

"boom!!!"

A deep, resounding crash, like a hammer striking a drum, exploded out! An overwhelming, terrifying force surged through the blade. Miyamoto Musashi knew that a direct confrontation would result in injury, so in a flash, he used the force to spin around, flying backward like a leaf caught in a whirlwind.