Absolute Penetration

"Why are you here?!" Night asked, his mouth agape in shock.

The man was indeed Hector.

Yes, on this battlefield, the only hero capable of saving someone from Achilles' grasp was Hector.

"Of course, I'm here to save you. To face a demigod alone... I've felt your courage, Night." Hector did not question why Night acted alone or why he used his name to lure Achilles.

His face showed no anger, only a calm smile of admiration.

Admiration for what? His courage?

Night felt as if countless words were stuck in his throat.

Hector being here meant his plan had utterly failed.

Night closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath.

But—

Despite it all, he felt a profound sense of relief and immense comfort.

Better to live than to die.

In the face of death, having realized this, he understood what he truly wanted—to live, to live freely and strongly that not even Zeus could take his life.

For this, he would kill a demigod or evena god if he had to.

Regaining his composure at the critical moment, Night's strong mental fortitude allowed him to focus back on the battle.

He didn't ask Hector why he didn't leave with the others.

It was agreed that if Night faced trouble with Achilles, he wouldn't be saved.

Hector had been convinced of this before.

But now he was here.

Night was grateful Hector had broken his promise and showed up!

Fighting alongside this man brought immense peace of mind.

Hector: "Can you still fight?"

Night: "Of course..."

Hector: "Give me the spear first, use this!"

Hector pulled the sword from the ground, grasped the hilt with one hand, and tossed it to Night.

Night caught the sword seamlessly, while throwing the divine spear back to Hector.

They both caught their weapons simultaneously,

Understanding in that instant that only Hector, wielding the divine spear, could fully counter Achilles' attacks.

The suppression during Night's rescue was just timely luck.

The upcoming direct confrontation left no room for tricks.

Adopting the same stance Night had earlier, Hector twirled the spear and skillfully positioned it in front of him, body close to the ground...

Night: ...! That stance!

Unlike Night's defensive posture, this was an offensive stance, a prelude to the strongest strike.

Achilles: ...!!!

Facing Hector's stance, Achilles' expression turned serious, with a flicker of fierce determination in his eyes.

Achilles: "Hector!!

Good, the real opponent is finally here!"

"I've waited a long time for this battle. Today, I will prove to the world who is the greatest hero of Greece!"

Hector: "Such things don't matter anymore..."

Achilles: "What...?!"

The next moment, before he could finish speaking, Achilles felt a sudden sense of danger.

This was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, not since he bathed in the waters of the Styx and became invulnerable.

Hector: "Survive this strike, then we'll talk about everything else!"

As the last word fell, Hector's eyes suddenly opened wide.

The divine spear in his hand burst into a brilliant light, a radiance so intense it created visible waves in the air.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~!!

"Watch closely, Night! This is the true ultimate throwing technique—an all-encompassing strike that embodies all my martial prowess!!!"

Crunch.

The bones in Hector's hand gripping the spear made a crisp and powerful sound.

Hector stepped forward forcefully with one foot, and then—

Achilles: "...!!! Like a meteor, Pegasus! Come to me quickly!"

Almost instinctively, Achilles leaped back onto the chariot drawn by his celestial horse, and with a spear in hand, charged towards Hector.

Sensing the impending threat, he utilized his powerful trump card—man and chariot as one to confront the forthcoming attack.

And then—whoosh~!!

Boom~!!

Like a roaring dragon, thud~!!!

It was fast, too fast.

Achilles, who had just mounted his chariot, was suddenly pierced through as if by a beam of light shooting through the night sky.

Rumble~!!!

A massive explosion resounded through the city.

In the midst of the fiery blaze, sparks flew like rain as the chariot of the celestial horse was violently overturned, shattering into pieces mid-air.

One celestial horse had its head pierced through, spilling copious amounts of blood.

It was like a dragon's strike, capable of flattening an entire city street, plowing through the ground.

What remained was a scene as if the ground had been bombarded with massive amounts of TNT.

This was—Hector's true power.

Combining the inherent power of the divine spear Hector, released through—Ancient Greece's strongest throwing technique!

Night watched in awe, completely stunned.

Indeed—

Hector had held back.

This was the true battle between heroes.

"Cough, cough~!"

At this moment, from the rolling smoke and debris, Achilles, bleeding from his head, emerged, looking battered.

"So this is a spear with armor-piercing, absolute penetration capabilities!"

"No wonder my invulnerable body felt a chill at that moment. But unfortunately, that strike was a bit off!" Achilles suddenly lifted his head, revealing eyes filled with killing intent and an intense heat.

"I admit, you are indeed a hero worthy of competing with me for the title of the strongest!" He looked at his ruined chariot and the dead Pegasus, feeling immense pain.

Although one horse was still alive, it was clearly injured and couldn't continue fighting.

But even without the chariot, he still had his armor, divine spear, and his invulnerable, undying body.

He could still fight!

Whoosh~!!

In the next moment, Achilles shot towards Hector like an arrow released from a bow.

Thud, bam, boom~!

The two figures quickly became entangled in battle.

Hector relied on his remaining shield for defense, but without a weapon, he was at a disadvantage.

Although that previous strike was impressive, it failed to kill the enemy and resulted in Hector losing his weapon, putting him at a disadvantage now.

In a normal battlefield skirmish, he could defeat many enemies with his strong martial skills and physical prowess, easily reclaiming his weapon.

But facing Achilles, who was just as strong as he was, Hector had no time to be distracted.

Night: ...! This is bad!

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