Ark Undead

So Morton stepped forward and slammed the heavy hammer in his hand down on Melantha as far as he could.

boom!

Another gasp rang out from the audience.

Facing Morton's hammer blows, Melantha neither dodged nor evaded, but instead tucked her straight sword into her waistband.

The heavy hammer slammed into the ground just ten centimeters in front of Melantha's toes.

Without even blinking, Melantha decisively stepped on the hammerhead, leaned forward, and stepped out with her other foot, firmly landing on the hammer handle.

He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist and slashed horizontally toward Morton's neck.

This strike, whether in terms of reaction or killing intent, was displayed to the fullest extent.

Morton's hair stood on end, and his body seemed to have chosen the optimal solution for him.

Morton also stepped forward, holding the hammer handle to his side.

The blade collided and rubbed against the hammer handle, sending sparks flying onto the tall warrior's skin, but he paid no heed.

He delivered a straight punch to the delicate girl's abdomen.

Melantha seemed to have anticipated Morton's move; she retracted the longsword that had been striking the hammer handle, and held it upright in front of her, the blade facing Morton.

If Morton were to actually land that punch, he would face the tragedy of a severed finger and bleeding.

However, Morton's attack was merely a feint; his aim was to force Melantha to return to defense, thus giving him a chance to regain his rhythm.

Morton then withdrew his fist and turned around, completely releasing his grip on the axe handle. Instead, he spun around and kicked Melantha in the shoulder.

boom!

The steel boots clashed with the parrying blade, sending Melantha flying, while Morton regained his grip on the hammer handle that was about to fall.

In the final moments, Melantha chose to use the opportunity to distance herself from Morton, giving up what she saw as a dangerous chance to attack.

Their first encounter revealed their extremely aggressive nature.

Such a thrilling battle completely stirred the emotions of the spectators.

"Wow, impressive! This girl is quite skilled!"

"Morton handled it very well. If he hadn't stopped in time, he probably would only have two or three fingers left now."

"They are completely different styles. Let's see how they play next. Personally, I think this is the only match that's worth watching so far today!"

"Don't speak, don't speak, watch the duel!"

After distancing themselves and regrouping, the two of them coincidentally chose to confront each other again.

The spectacular battle between the two on the altar naturally made the audience raise their fists in excitement.

Meanwhile, the Rhodes Island team members watched nervously.

Even if Melantha were in the hands of a main attacker, her physique wouldn't be considered one of the better ones.

Against an opponent like Morton, whose every attack is powerful and devastating, Melantha would risk serious injury if she were to take a solid hit.

Moreover, Morton was clearly a very experienced warrior.

Melantha's swordsmanship, inherited from the Undead, has always been known for its practicality, with every move aimed at vital points and weaknesses.

Morton was able to calmly defuse Melantha's menacing attacks.

Although neither of them seems to have the upper hand in their current duel, Melantha has even begun to actively suppress Morton, forcing Morton to constantly counterattack.

But Dobermann had already noticed the problem.

"Night Blade, who was standing next to Dobermann, said in a low voice."

"I'm getting anxious."

Upon hearing Yato's assessment, Dobermann nodded, agreeing with Yato's point of view.

Katie instinctively turned around and looked at Yato.

Doberman explained to Nightblade.

"Although it seems that Xiao Mei has a slight advantage, her playing style is very impatient, and she has even given up some of her defense. Her usually stable mentality has also changed."

Yato gave an ambiguous "hmm," then looked up at the altar above.

“Look over there, that’s her biggest weakness.”

Katie followed Yato's gaze.

The Undead was looking at Melantha, arms crossed, making no other move.

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Melantha was indeed fighting very hastily, and this haste was her own fault, and had nothing to do with her enemies.

Because she could feel the gaze of the undead staring at her.

It's actually a very strange feeling when someone is staring at you, and you are paying special attention to them.

She felt that even such a gaze was incredibly heavy, making her dizzy and breathless.

That's how Melanie feels right now.

I've never truly fought in front of my teacher.

In her duel with her teacher, Melantha knew she couldn't defeat him. Therefore, she didn't think about anything else, only about unleashing her full potential.

When fighting alongside her teammates, Melantha usually serves as the one who helps with training.

No one in the reserve group could catch their breath for that long under Melantha's relentless attacks.

Moreover, she wouldn't actually use her killing skills on her teammates.

Therefore, this battle was Melantha's first truly significant display to the Undead.

Therefore, it felt particularly heavy.

Morton is a steady and reliable hammer user. He not only possesses an extremely strong sense of pressure, but he also remains completely calm in the face of Melantha's relentless attacks.

Every attack, every swing of the sword, was blocked by the composed warrior in front of him.

Melantha's attacks were less and less effective, which only made her more determined to prove her judgment and demonstrate her worth to her teacher.

She can face failure and also face the teacher's reprimand.

But she didn't want to face her teacher's disappointed gaze at this crucial moment.

Perhaps it was because of the immortals' approval of her, or perhaps it was because of those strange dreams she had these past few days.

Who can say for sure?

She insisted on using the skills taught by her teacher to defeat the soldier in front of her, which became an obsession.

So he swung the straight knife faster and faster.

Her eyes glazed over as she frantically searched for her opponent's weak points, and her breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Yato, sitting in the audience, shook his head slightly.

As an operator from the Eastern Kingdom, Yato could see that Melantha's swordsmanship had the influence of the Eastern Kingdom.

And she naturally understood Melantha's strengths and weaknesses.

Doberman frowned as well.

"It's all in chaos."

Melantha's attacks seemed to be getting more and more frenzied, with each strike precisely targeting a weakness.

However, the enemy also began to get used to Melantha's rhythm, and even deliberately revealed some weaknesses to Melantha.

Under the enemy's lure, Melantha has gradually begun to lose her ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Her ferocious attacks were also wearing down her already limited stamina.

If things continue like this, Melanza is doomed to defeat.

Morton clearly noticed Melantha's problem as well.

The counterattacks between defenses are becoming increasingly effective, and they are no longer as suppressed as they were when facing Melantha's previous attacks.

Gradually gaining the upper hand, Morton began to plan his counterattack.

When Melantha attacked again, targeting the openings she had deliberately created, Morton finally revealed his true colors.

As Melantha leaped up while he was defending with his giant hammer, her blade aimed at Morton's shoulder, about to sever his arm.

Morton opted to dodge instead of defending, and closed in on Melantha.

Melantha clearly didn't realize that Morton, who had been on the defensive, suddenly changed his behavior and abandoned the distance advantage of his giant hammer.

Morton even abandoned the idea of ​​using the giant hammer.

Taking advantage of the moment Melantha was airborne, he caught her trajectory and reached out to block her.

He deflected Melantha's blade with his arm armor, diverting Melantha's attack direction.

While suspended in mid-air, Melantha encountered an unexpected counterattack from Morton, her listless yet focused gaze fixed on Morton.

All he could see was Morton's serious expression and the fist that was about to smash into his chest.

boom!

A deep purple figure flew backward, the hard stone scraping against Melantha's clothes, causing the kitten's body to tumble erratically as well.

This unexpected turn of events made Doberman clench his fists.

Exclamations also erupted from the sidelines.

"Oops!"

"Morton's counterattack was decisive, a beautiful punch!"

"Can that little girl handle it?"

Faced with such voices and doubts, and seeing Melanie rubbing against the sidelines on the ground.