Chapter 055 Victory

Manon quickly lowered his head, feeling a chill on his scalp as a lock of hair drifted down before his eyes.

This filled Manon with terror.

If he had been even a moment slower, it wouldn't have been his scalp that felt the chill, but his neck.

Yet this also stirred Manon's ferocity. He had come this far not only with Cassandra's help but also thanks to his own valor.

If he weren't strong, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

Though caught off guard by Moussorgsky, Manon, now recovered, regarded Moussorgsky as an equal opponent and dared not underestimate him again.

After dodging Moussorgsky's attack, he bent forward and thrust his curved blade at Moussorgsky's belly.

Moussorgsky quickly retreated, swinging his longsword to deflect Manon's blade.

The two immediately became locked in combat.

Meanwhile, the maid's scream alerted the palace guards, who rushed in from all directions.

Cassandra quickly stepped forward, standing before the guards, blocking their path alone.

Seeing the witch, the guards hesitated, afraid to act rashly.

The thief, steeling himself, stood beside Cassandra and shouted, "Manon has angered the gods! The gods have sent the righteous envoy Moussorgsky to eliminate Manon. Do not bring ruin upon yourselves!"

These guards had been taught a lesson by Wang Bo half a month ago and were already uneasy, for Wang Bo's methods were utterly unfathomable.

Now, hearing the thief's roar, they were terrified, truly believing they had offended the gods.

Seeing the guards hesitate, Cassandra had a flash of inspiration and said, "Indeed, Manon is cruel and murders the innocent. Thus, the gods sent an envoy to take me away. Now I have repented and follow the chosen one of the envoy to eliminate Manon."

Hearing even the witch say this, the guards grew even more fearful. They looked at each other, shrinking back.

Seeing this, the thief felt reassured and decided to press his advantage, using his silver tongue to wrap himself in the gods' authority, baffling everyone present.

Inside the bedchamber, the battle between Moussorgsky and Manon grew increasingly fierce.

Manon heard the thief's words and was furious, nearly losing focus and almost having his neck cut off by Moussorgsky's blade. He dared not be distracted again.

He threw himself entirely into the fight, focusing all his attention on Moussorgsky.

If he killed him, the lies outside would collapse on their own.

But Moussorgsky, having been trained by Miro, was transformed and not so easily killed.

Nearby, not far from the palace, Wang Bo and Miro were watching the battle.

Miro did not intervene. She had done what she could. If Moussorgsky could not defeat Manon now, he was simply an unworthy fool.

Wang Bo, however, had faith in Moussorgsky. In the original story, Moussorgsky had defeated Manon and become the Scorpion King.

Now, after training with Miro, a stronger Moussorgsky could not lose to Manon.

He would surely win.

And events proved Wang Bo's guess correct.

As time passed, victory gradually tilted toward Moussorgsky. Though Manon's swordsmanship was exquisite, Moussorgsky had grown accustomed to Miro's swift attacks.

Thus, no matter how exquisite Manon's swordsmanship, in Moussorgsky's eyes, it was only one word.

Slow.

Because Manon was too slow, Moussorgsky could respond calmly. Over time, he discerned Manon's patterns and habits.

Having seen through these, Moussorgsky grew even more composed, gradually suppressing Manon's offense.

Manon was forced onto the defensive. At first, he only parried a few moves, but later, almost every move became a defense, constantly blocking Moussorgsky's attacks.

But as the saying goes, a prolonged offense will eventually break through, and a prolonged defense will eventually fail.

Moussorgsky was the one attacking relentlessly, while Manon was the one defending constantly. The gap between them naturally widened.

Soon, Moussorgsky broke through Manon's defense, leaving a shocking gash on his chest.

Blood spurted out in that instant.

Manon roared in agony, the sound filled with endless pain. Realizing his disadvantage, driven by the pain, he launched a frenzied attack at Moussorgsky.

His curved blade swung in an impenetrable arc, each strike lethal.

Moussorgsky remained calm, stepping aside to avoid Manon's attack. Seizing the moment when Manon gasped for breath, he lunged forward, muscles tensing, and slashed at Manon's neck.

Manon quickly raised his blade to block.

But this time, Moussorgsky struck with all his might, like a dragon emerging from its cave, with the force of thunder, pouring all his brute strength into the blow. The very air seemed split.

Manon felt a tremendous force, his whole body shuddering. His curved blade was knocked away with a whoosh, embedding itself into the wall with a thud.

For a moment, he was terrified.

Moussorgsky naturally would not miss this opportunity. He kicked out, striking Manon's chest. With a crisp crack, Manon's ribs broke, and he flew across the bedchamber.

Flying over the heads of Cassandra and the thief, he crashed with a thud before the guards.

The guards were startled and looked down. They saw Manon's chest caved in, broken ribs piercing his heart. His eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but only blood came out.

Moussorgsky strode forward with an imposing aura, and the guards, terrified, retreated step by step.

Then, Moussorgsky walked up to the bleeding Manon. Before Manon died, he raised his blade and cut off his head, holding it in his hand.

The guards could not stop him; they could only watch helplessly as Moussorgsky severed Manon's head.

Cassandra stepped forward and said, "This is the righteous envoy chosen by the gods, the destined one to end Manon's brutal rule—Lord Moussorgsky!"

The thief quickly added, "You dare to point your weapons at the destined one? Do you wish to anger the gods?"

The guards immediately dropped their weapons and knelt, begging Moussorgsky for forgiveness.

In this world, people's fear of the gods was beyond imagination.

After all, this was a world where gods truly existed.

Wang Bo smiled at this and turned to Miro, saying, "Now, you can rest assured."

Miro smiled and said to Wang Bo, "Now, send me back."

Wang Bo asked in surprise, "Don't you want to see him one last time and say goodbye?"

"No need. This is fine."