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

"Hercules! Invincible Hercules!" The deafening shouts rose and fell, cheering on the legendary Greek hero.

"Vampire! Tear that great hero apart! Blonde vampire!" Another equally enthusiastic wave of voices supported the mysterious number 9 champion.

In a corner of the stands, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group were unusually quiet. Their gazes were fixed on the arena below, their expressions solemn.

Mash gripped her shield tightly, Dr. Roman's virtual image frowned slightly, and Captain Drake, with a pipe in his mouth, had eyes as sharp as an eagle.

They had absolute confidence in Wang Chong's strength. After all, even the chief god Romulus had been defeated by him, so how could a Hercules who had not yet fully manifested and was in a berserk state be his match?

Therefore, what they are worried about at this moment is something other than the battle.

Dr. Roman broke the silence first, his tone tinged with worry: "Do you think that if Mr. Wang Chong really defeats Hercules, the people on the Argor... especially Jason, will just let it go?"

Drake let out a short, cold laugh, the smoke from his pipe rising in wisps: "With Jason's arrogant and selfish nature? Ha... expecting him to obediently admit defeat? Don't be naive."

"Even their strongest ace, Hercules, can't beat Lord Wang Chong. That number 3 champion who squeezed into the top three by luck probably wouldn't even last a single round against Lord Wang Chong. Jason will definitely not sit idly by and wait to be defeated; he will definitely pull some tricks."

“That’s right.” Ritsuka nodded slowly, her gaze sweeping over Jason and the others on the other side of the ring. “The question now is, what cards will they play? We must remain vigilant and be prepared for any unexpected situation.”

Upon hearing this, everyone silently nodded in agreement. While keeping a close eye on the situation on the arena, they also kept a watchful eye on Jason's movements, not daring to relax their vigilance for the slightest.

Just then, the enormous phantom of the sea god solemnly descended above the arena, his majestic voice resounding in all directions: "Hercules, the number 1 champion, and Dio, the number 9 champion, step onto the stage! The first final match will begin!"

As the announcement faded, two figures simultaneously leaped onto the wide arena. On one side stood Hercules, as imposing as a mountain, radiating a violent aura, his massive stone sword emanating a chilling pressure.

On the other side was the tall, blond vampire, Wang Chong.

The moment Jason saw Wang Chong step onto the ring, his heart clenched, and a strong sense of foreboding gripped him.

The shadow of last night's nightmare loomed over him once more. He was transported back to the day Hercules' heart was ripped out. But this time, the man who killed Hercules—Wang Chong—did not choose to kidnap Medea and flee.

Instead, he transformed into a demon, slaughtering the other Servants on the ship one by one. When Heracles was resurrected, he once again ruthlessly ripped off the hero's head.

Finally, Wang Chong let out a mocking laugh as he cruelly tortured Jason to death, bit by bit.

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone, even just recalling it, sent a chill down Jason's spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

The pain was so real, as if it had actually happened. This nightmarish memory only intensified his desire to possess the goddess as soon as possible, escape this sea, and find the legendary Ark of the Covenant.

Only by receiving true divine blessing did he feel he had a chance of survival when facing that monstrous man.

"Hercules!" Jason's voice trembled with fear as he almost screamed, "Quick! Quickly remove that vampire's head! This time, there can be no more accidents!"

The voice of the phantom sea god boomed like a bell: "The match begins!"

Almost the instant the announcement was made, Hercules launched an attack with ferocious momentum, like a cannonball fired from a gun!

He swung the enormous stone sword high into the air, carrying a force powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and slashed down at Wang Chong's head without any fancy moves! The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"Ha, still so reckless, Hercules." Faced with this thunderous attack, Wang Chong only uttered a contemptuous whisper.

He neither dodged nor blocked, but simply stood still, as if admiring his opponent's performance.

"Boom—!"

The stone sword slammed down with a deafening roar! Shards flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

But Hercules reacted extremely quickly, his massive body twisting in an instant, the stone sword drawing a sharp arc and sweeping behind him with a whooshing sound!

“His reaction speed is indeed a few points faster than Achilles'…” a mocking voice sounded behind Heracles, “Unfortunately, he still can’t touch me at all.”

At this moment, Wang Chong's figure was no longer in the original place, but appeared behind Hercules like a ghost. Facing the sweeping attack that was powerful enough to cut through boulders, Wang Chong's face still showed no sign of tension.

He took only a slight step back, his movements as precise as if measured. The massive stone sword, carrying a violent gust of wind, barely grazed past him, not even touching a single hem of his clothing.

Having been so easily toyed with by his opponent, Hercules's berserk state seemed to show a slight fluctuation in his eyes, a humiliated rage replacing his pure fury.

He let out a deafening roar, like a wounded beast, his massive body no longer relying on weapons, but like an out-of-control chariot, carrying immense force as he rammed into Wang Chong!

The speed of his sprint was in no way inferior to the speed at which he swung his sword!

Faced with this brutal charge, Wang Chong's lips curled into a cold smile: "Finally, this is getting interesting." This time, he didn't choose to dodge, but instead planted his feet firmly on the ground, assuming a posture of head-on confrontation!

"boom--!!!"

Another earth-shattering roar! Two enormous forces collided violently! However, what happened next made all the spectators gasp in shock, completely beyond their imagination!

As soon as the dust settled, Wang Chong actually managed to firmly grasp the stone sword that Hercules was slashing down with just one hand, forcefully suppressing its violent power!

With his other hand, his five fingers were pressed together like a knife, and with a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive, he stabbed into Hercules's steel-hard chest!

"Pfft!"

A chilling piercing sound rang out! Wang Chong's arm pierced through Hercules' back as easily as piercing through paper!

Even more horrifying was that in his palm was a heart that was still beating strongly and emitting a faint light—the heart of Hercules!

"No—! This is impossible!!!" Jason collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed, his face ashen, and his lips trembled violently.

The familiar, nauseating scene of a heart being ripped out before him amplified the terror of his nightmare from the previous night. He screamed, "Hercules... he... he's paid with his life?!"

A deathly silence fell over the stands, followed by an incredulous gasp.

No one expected that this highly anticipated showdown would come to an end in such a shocking way in less than a minute!

“Just… just one strike…” Mash’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her voice filled with shock, “It took Hercules’ life? Mr. Wang Chong’s power… is truly terrifying!”

"Don't be so happy, Mashu," Dr. Roman's calm voice rang out, pouring cold water on the crowd still reeling from the shock. "While it's certainly good that Mr. Wang Chong was able to kill Hercules so easily, you haven't forgotten Hercules' most troublesome ability, have you?"

He paused, then added solemnly:

"'The Twelve Trials' (god hand) not only grants him the ability to resurrect multiple times, but more importantly, after each death, he develops extremely high resistance to the attack that killed him, even to the point of immunity! This is information confirmed by Ms. Miyamoto Musashi herself after experiencing it yesterday."

“Indeed,” Ritsuka immediately realized, her expression turning serious again, “that’s what makes Hercules truly terrifying. He can resurrect repeatedly and evolve in a targeted way, rendering the methods that killed him ineffective… Wait! What is Mr. Wang Chong trying to do?!”

Just as Ritsuka was analyzing the situation, she suddenly noticed that after piercing Hercules' heart, Wang Chong didn't wait for the hero to resurrect like a typical opponent. His movements didn't falter at all!

The instant his heart left his body, his fist, already leaving afterimages, slammed heavily into Hercules' lifeless head!

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Hercules' head exploded like a ripe watermelon! Immediately afterward, Wang Chong swung his arm and hurled Hercules' massive headless body toward the edge of the arena like trash!

Just as Hercules' remains were about to fly out of the ring and be judged a loss, a sudden change occurred at this critical moment!

Hercules' heart and head suddenly erupted with intense light, and his flesh regenerated at an astonishing speed! Just as he regained consciousness, and his body was about to cross the boundary, he slammed the stone sword in his hand into the hard stone slab of the arena!

"Clang!"

The stone sword sank deep into the ground, sparks flying everywhere! With the support of the stone sword, Hercules managed to stop his flight!

Chapter 654 The Final Round (Part 2)

However, he had barely regained his footing, and before he could even draw his stone sword, a figure that seemed to follow him like a shadow reappeared before him! It was Wang Chong!

He clearly had no intention of giving his opponent any chance to breathe. The iron fist that followed closely behind, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down again towards Hercules's newly restored face!

"Huh?"

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in Wang Chong's eyes. He noticed that Hercules, facing this seemingly fatal punch, hadn't chosen to take it head-on, but instead executed an extremely subtle and skillful maneuver to deflect the force!

His neck snapped to the side as the fist came hurtling towards him, and his body flew to the side like a willow catkin.

"boom!"

Although the punch landed squarely, Hercules used the force to tumble through the air several times before finally landing steadily on the edge of the ring.

Hercules quickly adjusted his stance, holding the stone sword horizontally in front of him, watching Wang Chong warily. Although he was knocked back again, his head was intact, and he successfully created a safe distance.

"interesting……"

Wang Chong withdrew his fist, lightly flicked his wrist, and his gaze held a hint of scrutiny:

"Not only has his physical resilience improved significantly, but he has also learned to dodge my attacks... Has he finally realized that he can't fight head-on?"

Wang Chong's lips curled into a playful smile as he said, "I'm starting to wonder if you've finally come to your senses from that berserk chaos, esteemed Greek hero?"

Wang Chong's gaze shifted from Hercules to Jason and his group, who stood pale-faced and still shaken, not far below the arena. His eyes were cold and deep.

"I was originally planning to continue using the 'Dior' identity to play with you guys a little longer..."

Wang Chong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the arena, tinged with a hint of regret yet exuding an undeniable resolve.

"Hercules' growth rate... is a bit beyond my expectations. I don't mind, but I'm afraid my Ritsuka will complain again that I've increased the difficulty for her."

After speaking, he raised his hand and slowly reached towards the eerie vampire mask on his face.

"Since that's the case... I don't need to hide anymore. It's time to finish this quickly."

"Clap."

The mask was gently removed, revealing a young and aloof face beneath it.

The moment Jason saw that face, it was as if he had been struck by an invisible thunderbolt! He trembled violently, his pupils contracted to their maximum size, and pointing at the figure on the stage, his lips trembled as he screamed incoherently:

"You...you...it's you! It was you!! No wonder! No wonder this happened!!" Extreme fear overwhelmed him instantly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Jason's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

The person before him was none other than Wang Chong, the one who repeatedly appeared in his nightmares and filled him with fear and trembling—the only man who could completely shatter the myth of Hercules' "invincibility" in front of him!

Only this man could so accurately replicate the fatal blow that shattered Hercules' heart... All the clues fit together perfectly!

This realization, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around Jason's heart.

After Wang Chong removed the covering from his face, in the next instant, a deep purple halo suddenly emanated from his arms, which coiled and entwined around them.

At the same time, his right fist erupted with a blinding white light that seemed to contain destructive power. The light vibrated violently, and even the surrounding space hummed under its strain, with fine cracks appearing and disappearing.

Let's end this completely here!

With a cold, low shout, Wang Chong's figure moved like a ghost and instantly approached Hercules.

He unleashed the earth-shattering power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to its peak without reservation, and his right fist, imbued with terrifying shockwave power and carrying the power to tear through space, slammed fiercely into Hercules's majestic chest!

"Bang--!!!"

A deep, chilling explosion rang out. Hercules's powerful body, capable of withstanding divine weapons, crumbled and shattered like fragile glass before Wang Chong's punch that could shatter space itself! Splattered bone fragments, flesh and blood, mixed with turbulent energy, flew in all directions.

After all, even a stable spatial barrier can be shattered. No matter how strong Hercules's pure physical defense is, how can he withstand the dimensional damage caused by the collapse of space itself, which ignores defense?

The Tremor-Tremor Fruit's terrifying vibrational energy, capable of penetrating any opening and destroying the internal structure of everything, ultimately extinguished Hercules' last chance of survival.

Despite the resurrection power of the Twelve Trials, his shattered body still struggled desperately, trying to reassemble and heal, stubbornly wanting to stand on the ring again.

However, the relentless, deep-seated, destructive shockwave ultimately shattered his resistance, mercilessly sending his massive body wreckage flying and crashing heavily off the stage.

"Pfft-"

A large amount of warm, sticky, and bloody bits of flesh and filthy blood splattered directly onto Jason's entire face below the stage.

This was no accident! It was clearly Wang Chong's deliberate act, laced with blatant mockery and malice. His purpose was crystal clear: to severely provoke Jason's already fragile nerves.

Jason stood frozen in place like a clay sculpture, his face smeared with nauseating blood. Even more horrifying, due to the resurrection effect of the Twelve Trials, the pieces of flesh and blood splattered on his face and body seemed to possess a life of their own, writhing and trying to gather together on his skin!

The slippery, cold, death-tinged touch, mixed with the pungent smell of blood, assaulted his senses. An extreme sense of nausea made his stomach churn violently, almost causing him to vomit on the spot.

However, he ultimately did not vomit. Because what filled his heart at that moment was far more than just physical discomfort.

Fear! Boundless, deep-seated fear had completely filled his heart!

Hercules, his greatest support and protector, was blasted to pieces before his very eyes. Without this sturdy shield, the immense shadow of death instantly seized him.

Now, Jason just wanted to turn around immediately and escape from this hellish arena at all costs, as far away as possible. He was afraid that Wang Chong's cold gaze would fall on him the next second and crush him into dust.

Fortunately, Wang Chong seemed completely uninterested in him, this insignificant ant. The other party didn't even glance in his direction, simply standing calmly in place, his gaze fixed on the void, as if waiting for something.

Hercules had been completely shattered, his remains scattered outside the arena. Even if he could be resurrected using his Noble Phantasm, according to the rules, it was undoubtedly Wang Chong's victory.

Sure enough, the majestic and imposing phantom of Poseidon, the god of the sea, once again materialized in mid-air, and his booming voice resounded throughout the entire arena:

"The battle is over! The victor is Wang Chong! Prepare for the final battle!"

The opponent in this final battle is naturally Theseus, who successfully defended his position for three days. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this long duel for the goddess is about to end, and Wang Chong will be crowned the ultimate champion, gaining ownership of the goddess imprisoned in the sea god's jail.

Below the arena, Hercules' shattered body rapidly reformed in golden light, returning to its original state. However, it was all too late.

After this battle, he has lost four of his precious twelve lives. What's more troublesome is that the targeted resistance boost brought by the [Twelve Trials] is almost ineffective when facing Wang Chong!

After all, the level of power that Wang Chong displayed had completely torn apart the inherent rules and framework of the Type-Moon world, making it impossible for Hercules to specifically increase his resistance to Wang Chong.

This powerful treasure was completely ineffective against Wang Chong.

At the same time, the overwhelming fear in Jason's eyes had been replaced by an almost manic obsession.

His eyes were bloodshot and menacing. He grabbed Theseus, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme tension and excitement:

"Listen up, Theseus! When you go up here, you only need to do one thing! The only thing! That is—hold off Wang Chong! Hold him off for as long as you can, at all costs!"