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Xu Ming continued to persuade him.

Hector's guards also advised him against acting impulsively.

Hector sighed slowly.

“I understand what you’re saying, but I killed his friend. He has the right to challenge me to a duel for revenge. This is a sacred right bestowed upon him by the gods.”

If I do not fight, the soldiers below will think I am a coward and will no longer obey my orders, and the high priest of the temple can use this as a reason to strip me of my command and right to the throne.

Therefore, I had no choice but to accept the challenge.

"..."

Xu Ming was speechless at such a ridiculous rule.

No wonder the Trojan War in mythology lasted a full ten years; apart from the initial and final siege battles, the rest were probably endless duels and one-on-one duels.

Who doesn't have relatives, friends, brothers, or sisters?

Today you killed my brother, I'll challenge you to a duel. Tomorrow I'll kill your best friend, and you'll challenge me to a one-on-one fight again...

This is just never going to end!

Seeing that he couldn't dissuade Hector, Xu Ming had a sudden inspiration and came up with an idea.

"You've just been through a major battle and haven't had a proper rest yet. You need to be back to peak condition before you can go into battle."

Hector nodded slightly upon hearing this, after all, he was forced to accept the duel, but he didn't want to be killed for no reason.

"But he..."

Hector glanced at Achilles, who was still shouting and cursing below.

"I'll handle him, you can rest assured. I'll find a way to postpone the duel until tonight."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Master."

You can rest assured that I'll handle things!

At the foot of the city wall, Achilles continued to hurl insults, but it was always the same few phrases over and over again, such as Hector being a coward, not a real man, a wimp, and so on.

Xu Ming felt ashamed of his limited vocabulary.

No culture is terrible.

“Hek…”

Just as Achilles was about to continue, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the city wall.

"What's your name?! He's your dad? Why are you calling him so enthusiastically?"

"You! Me?!"

Achilles was momentarily speechless after being suddenly confronted with a sharp retort, his limited vocabulary leaving him momentarily speechless.

The Trojans on the city wall burst into laughter, and many of the Greek allied soldiers who were cheering them on also chuckled.

This made Achilles feel extremely embarrassed.

However, Xu Ming was not finished yet.

"What do you mean, 'you'?! I've never seen such a despicable and shameless person as you!"

"Hector killed my friend, so why am I the one who's despicable?"

Achilles' face turned bright red, and he almost ground his teeth to powder.

"Hector has just returned from a great battle and hasn't even had a sip of water yet, and you rush up to challenge him? What else could it be but trying to take advantage of his weakness to launch a sneak attack?"

Although Xu Ming's argument was somewhat far-fetched, upon closer examination, it did make some sense.

You want others to fight you fairly, but you don't allow them to recover to their peak condition. Isn't that a double standard?

Perhaps Achilles didn't think that way at all, but his actions determined the outcome.

The Trojan warriors on the city wall booed in unison and gave each other a thumbs-down.

The Greek warriors cheering for Achilles behind him also cast strange glances at him.

Achilles, already in a state of extreme rage, lost his temper and suddenly shouted.

"Okay! How long do you think he needs to rest? I'll wait!"

A smile flashed in Xu Ming's eyes. He looked at the sky, pretended to do some calculations, and then spoke.

“I’ve calculated that Apollo’s chariot is almost at the highest point in the sky. When the beautiful Artemis appears in the sky, I think Hector should be fully restored…”

Before Xu Ming could finish speaking, Achilles, as if afraid he would refuse, immediately said:

"Okay! I'll wait here until tonight!"

Having said that, Achilles planted the black spear in the sand beside him, took off his helmet, and then sat down on the ground, as if he would wait there until nightfall.

Seeing that Achilles was bound by his persuasive words, Xu Ming smiled and shook his head.

He's such a straightforward guy; he'd be a good friend.

Unfortunately, they are now on the opposing side...

A sharp killing intent flashed in Xu Ming's eyes.

Only a dead enemy is a good enemy!

So Xu Ming ignored Achilles waiting outside the city, turned around and went straight back into the palace to explain the situation to Hector.

Hearing that Achilles, spurred on by Xu Ming's words, was now obediently waiting outside the city, Hector said with a grateful expression:

"Thank you for your help, Master."

But he quickly looked worried and scratched the back of his head.

"But... even if I recover to my peak condition, I still don't think I can beat him."

Hector was a man who was quite self-aware; he was just a mortal, not as noble as Achilles, a demigod.

In terms of talent and ability, the two are worlds apart.

Hector knew very well that he was capable of dealing with ordinary heroes, but he had no chance against a top-tier demigod hero like Achilles.

Xu Ming smiled faintly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I specifically set the duel for the evening because I'm very confident."

Xu Ming's confident smile seemed to infect Hector, who smiled frivolously.

"That's wonderful. I thought all I could do now was leave a will for my father and brother."

Hector then stopped smiling and bowed deeply to Xu Ming with utmost respect.

"I entrust my life to you, Master."

Chapter 759 Death Match

Time keeps passing by.

Before anyone knew it, Apollo's sun chariot had already descended from the sky, and the bright silver moonlight poured down from the heavens, cool and mysterious, just like the ethereal goddess of the hunt.

Achilles sat quietly on the sand, motionless like a statue.

Numerous bonfires had already been lit on the nearby sand and city walls, illuminating the surrounding area.

The flickering firelight cast a shadow that shifted between light and shadow on Achilles' handsome and dashing face.

Just then, Achilles suddenly opened his eyes, as if a cold glint flashed across them.

At the same time, the gates of Troy slowly opened.

Hector drove his chariot and led a group of cheering warriors out slowly from the city gate.

Achilles immediately stood up, grabbed the barrel of the spear, and pulled hard.

As the yellow sand swirled, the black spear instantly fell into Achilles' hands.

Without saying a word, he pointed the tip of his gun directly at Hector on the chariot.

Hector remained silent as well.

The hatred between the two is irreconcilable, so there's no need to say more.

Xu Ming quietly mingled among the cheering soldiers, secretly observing Achilles across the crowd.

Hector jumped off his chariot, picked up his lance and shield, and stood opposite Achilles.

Both men simultaneously lowered their bodies, holding their shields in front of them, their spears pressed against the shields, assuming an offensive stance.

call!

A gust of wind blew by, and the flames on the surrounding piles of firewood began to flicker violently.

As if receiving a signal, the two players on the field simultaneously stomped forward with their feet, kicking up clouds of yellow sand.

next second.

With a loud clang, the two shields collided violently.

The two warriors locked eyes, their pupils reflecting the swirling sparks and their intense fighting spirit!

The two exerted force simultaneously, and the immense power separated them.

They quickly adjusted their posture, lowering their bodies like cheetahs hunting their prey, their legs bracing for power, their muscles tense.

The next second, they both shot towards each other with explosive force from their legs.

Clang!

The spears and crossbows clashed repeatedly in the dim firelight. Due to their excessive speed, the continuous metallic clanging sound merged into a single, seemingly endless trailing tone. Dozens of spear shadows appeared in mid-air, like dozens of venomous snakes flying and biting.

A dazzling burst of sparks erupted, and sparks rained down like raindrops.

Having passed the initial probing, the two powerful warriors launched their real attack.

The difference quickly became apparent.

Hector was not physically imposing, nor was his talent exceptional; his combat skills were honed through countless battles, both large and small.

Concise and efficient, primarily based on defense and counter-attack; once it seizes an enemy's weakness, it strikes like a venomous snake, delivering a fatal blow.

This is a very typical battlefield combat technique.