Ark Undead

But asking him to critique each of these warriors' playstyles would be a real hassle for him.

When the gap in strength reaches a point where it can bring about a qualitative change, the strong will only find the battles of the weak laughable.

This isn't a matter of mindset, but rather a matter of perspective in combat.

Perhaps occasionally a warrior will appear who shines in the eyes of the undead, but these warriors are not a match for their opponents.

The first day's battles were a mixed bag; those with real skill didn't put on a dazzling performance, while those without skill were making waves.

After watching for a while, Pallas didn't ask about the deaths, but simply followed the schedule.

Soon, it was the turn of the Rhodes Island team.

When it was Rhodes Island's turn, the Undead finally snapped out of their daze and started watching the match seriously.

The first to take the stage was Ansel, the physician.

Ansel's opponent was a warrior wielding a long sword.

Actually, calling him a samurai would be more accurate, because this contestant from the East chose "Wandering Samurai" as his title when he registered.

Facing such a serious opponent, Ansel naturally abandoned the schadenfreude mentality he had towards Furong's opponent.

Although Ansel looks very frail, he has never fallen behind in training with the members of Melantha's team.

As the only medic in the team, Ansel has never seen herself as an operator who needs to be protected.

Instead, he is a field medic who can keep up with the team's pace.

Because Melantha, as the main attacker, has a very fluid fighting style, Ansel, as the healer, must learn to keep up with her pace.

With the addition of some dodging techniques taught to Ansel by the Undead, Ansel could barely hold out for a minute or two even when facing Melantha's attacks.

Faced with such an opponent, Ansel decided to use his speed and agility to test the waters first.

"The duel begins!"

Ansel put away the Originium device he was using for medical purposes, and instead pulled out a small knife from behind his back and activated the armor on his left arm.

A small round shield was assembled from the gap in the left arm.

The Undead nodded slightly when they saw Ansel's gesture.

Having a medic put down their healing gear and pick up weapons and shields is obviously the work of the Undead.

At the time, Dobermann even came to ask the Undead why he wanted Ansel to learn individual combat techniques as well.

This is how the immortals answered.

"Doctors die quickly. So, you must learn to protect yourself."

Dobermann was naturally speechless, because the Undead not only proposed this solution, but also actually taught Ansel how to fight with a small shield and dagger.

In fact, Dobermann knew this was the case. However, when faced with this problem, people usually choose a different solution.

This means providing doctors with stronger personal protective equipment.

But they never considered letting the doctors solve this problem themselves.

Of course, the Undead wasn't trying to train Ansel to be an agile and elusive assassin; he was simply teaching Ansel how to use the two pieces of equipment to protect himself.

Therefore, when the team began to face pressure, Ansel became part of the pressure-resistant components.

When faced with this warrior from the East, Ansel naturally chose to put down his medical equipment first.

The air was sliced ​​open by the sharp blade, and Ansel seized the opportunity, holding his shield in front of him, deviating from the trace of the slash.

At the opportune moment, he made a tentative attack with his right hand, tearing the corner of the enemy's clothing without actually injuring him.

The two separated immediately after the initial contact, each taking two steps back.

So, they launched another round of probing attacks.

The Undead watched and nodded, noting down Ansel's transformation movements in offense and defense, planning to discuss it with Ansel later.

In the eyes of the Undead, Ansel might actually have the potential to become a spy.

Because his body is incredibly flexible.

The battle did not last long.

Ansel did indeed hold out for a long time against this warrior from the East.

Use Originium Arts alternately to heal yourself, while using your shield and dagger to parry the samurai's attacks.

But the opponent was, after all, a warrior, and one who had managed to wander alone from the East to Minos, so he must have his own unique skills.

Therefore, Ansel lost this match.

Ansel also left the stage with a lot of satisfaction, amidst applause from the audience.

After going down, when faced with the concern of his companions, Ansel said that he was fine and only had minor injuries.

He then glanced back at the undead at the very top of the altar.

The immortal nodded slightly to him.

Ansel paused for a moment, then smiled at the undead and waved his hand in thanks.

Little Ansel naturally understood the usefulness of the skills he learned from the undead.

As a physician, one can safely retreat from a fierce enemy attack until one is exhausted.

What if there are companions with you?

"Next up, Meteor Morton, facing off against Melantha."

Just as Ansel was about to speak with Dobermann, the priest announced the next person to fight.

This is Melantha's opponent, Mr. Morton, a battle hero from the borders of Minos who wields a heavy hammer.

On the other side of the altar, a giant man from the Fengti tribe, who was over two meters tall, walked up to the altar, holding a heavy hammer that was longer than the average person's height.

The locals in Akrotti seemed to recognize him, waving their arms in welcome and chanting Morton's name.

Meanwhile, Melantha trembled when she heard her own name called.

Then I saw her relax, and her right hand reached for the straight sword at her waist.

"Xiao Mei?"

Katie glanced at Melantha and sensed that Melantha seemed different than usual.

"Ah."

Melantha nodded softly, took a deep breath, and walked onto the altar.

Katie tried to ease Melantha's tension, but Andrecher pulled her back.

Katie glanced at Andercher in confusion, only to see Stewart pat his shoulder and point to the top of the altar.

She looked over and her gaze just barely met the eyes beneath the armor.

"Don't try to comfort her; let her discover the problem herself and then solve it."

Doberman spoke up at this moment and stopped Katie's behavior.

Melantha had already stepped onto the altar, facing Morton, who was more than twenty meters away from her.

The audience was surprised to see that the person who walked up to the altar to face the Minos hero was actually a petite and lovely young girl.

The cheers that had been directed at Morton gradually subsided, replaced by whispers.

"What's this child's name again?"

“Melantha, she looks like a martial artist, right? Look at the long sword at her waist.”

"What a peculiar weapon. It looks like it's well-forged."

"But can such a frail body really withstand Morton's pressure?"

"It takes courage to go on stage and face Morton directly."

So, amidst the cheers from the surrounding crowd, Melansha's name gradually appeared.

"Go for it, little girl with the knife!"

Melantha was oblivious to the cheers around her; all she could see was the enemy before her.

Morton was initially surprised to see a thin girl walking up and couldn't help but try to persuade her to give up the comparison.

It's not that Morton looked down on Melantha, but he knew how destructive he was and couldn't bear to see such a delicate girl being ravaged by him.

But when Melantha slowly drew the straight sword from her waist and locked her gaze on him, Morton instantly felt an extremely strong aggression.

He withdrew his words of advice and carefully gripped his weapon.

He made up his mind to act quickly.

Such a gaze is not something an ordinary soldier would possess.

Melantha's gaze seemed relaxed, but she was actually observing his weaknesses. Just looking at him made her feel a slight stinging sensation on her skin.

This was a warrior's intuition, and Melantha felt the same way.

When Morton's previously relaxed gaze turned serious, Melantha sensed an overwhelming pressure emanating from him.

It is a sense of oppression that only warriors with extraordinary confidence in their own strength possess.

"The duel begins!"

The priest announced the start of the battle, and the two warriors responded simultaneously as soon as he finished speaking.

Melantha and Morton made the same choice, charging straight at the enemy.

The spectators watching from the sidelines also gasped in surprise.

It's unimaginable what kind of courage this frail girl must have to choose to charge head-on into an opponent who is far superior to her in both size and strength.

And Melantha did just that, but she wasn't trying to outmuscle Morton.

Just as Morton raised his heavy hammer, ready to smash it down in a straight line, Melantha abruptly stopped her forward charge mid-sprint.

That momentary pause felt extremely jarring to Morton.

Morton had already calculated Melantha's speed, and he was ready to apply the force of his hammer. But Melantha happened to stop just at the very edge of his hammer's limit.

Regardless, the hammer had to be struck. He was moving forward, and if he didn't, the immense force would cause him to lose his balance.