A Battle Plagued by Problems

Even so, Achilles had not gained much of an advantage. At first, he had suppressed Heracles with sheer strength, but after killing Heracles several times, Heracles had developed considerable resistance to his normal attacks. The damage he could deal had visibly dropped.

Achilles swung his spear, tearing a bloody wound across Heracles's body. Watching the unsatisfactory result, he said irritably, "Tch... What a troublesome ability. Even if I suppress the power of my normal attacks and raise the upper limit of my strength a little after every kill to ensure I can keep killing you, you're still this hard to deal with."

Achilles knew how to properly kill Heracles. Just like the corrupted Artoria in the Holy Grail, he needed to use only enough power to kill Heracles each time.

The difference was that Artoria had continuously raised the output of her Magic Release, only unleashing her Noble Phantasm for the final blow to completely kill Heracles.

Rider Achilles did not possess Magic Release. He could only rely on his overwhelming strength to carefully calculate how much power to use, striving to kill Heracles as many times as possible. The result was that Heracles had accumulated immense resistance to his normal attacks, and the damage had dropped drastically.

"Sir Lancelot!" At the edge of the battlefield, Arash first glanced at Heracles. Knowing that opponent could not be killed for the moment, he turned toward Lancelot, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow as he warned, "Please be careful. I'm making my move!"

"Fine!"

Lancelot instead kept pressing the Queen of the Amazons, creating opportunities for Arash. Several arrows flew in; though none struck directly, they grazed the Queen of the Amazons as she dodged, drawing blood. For a moment, the situation looked promising.

"You lot are troublesome too!"

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