Ark Undead

The Undead showed no reaction whatsoever; he simply continued to gaze at Melantha with his calm eyes.

He was certainly aware of the pressure Melantha was facing, and he also knew that something was wrong with Melantha's condition.

However, he also chose to believe Melanie.

Because that was his disciple, his most satisfied disciple.

Amidst the whispers and sighs of regret, Melantha trembled, and a rare look of pain appeared on her face.

As recorded in the archives, Morton was incredibly strong, which was likely related to his racial talent, but it is undeniable that he also put in a great deal of effort.

The direct result of this punch was that Melantha's chest instantly felt tight, making it difficult for her to breathe, and directly disrupting her fighting rhythm.

However, Melanie still managed to get up.

At the same time, she raised her clear eyes.

Yes, even after taking such a heavy punch, Melansa did not give up.

She has encountered hundreds of times more setbacks than she is currently facing.

Countless times, amidst the sighs of her fencing instructors, Melantha realized that she was naturally thin, but she did not choose to give up.

After encountering the immortals, he gritted his teeth and searched for his limits with their encouragement and training.

Pushing the limits time and time again.

Melantha gasped for breath, her right hand still gripping the blade tightly despite the devastating blow she had suffered.

This is the point that the Undead has emphasized most in countless lessons.

Never let go of your weapon under any circumstances.

That would truly put you in the face of death.

not to mention...

Melantha raised her eyes and looked at the undead on the high platform.

Under the dazzling sunlight, Melanie almost thought she was looking at the sun.

But she still felt that gaze, as steady as before.

And there is also a silent expectation.

Melanza opened her mouth and spat out blood that had seeped from her oral cavity.

Surrounded by the unsettling smell of rust, the kitten closed its eyes and took a deep breath.

She loosened her grip on the knife handle for a moment, then tightened it again.

When she opened her eyes again, she understood exactly where she had gone wrong.

Morton didn't give Melantha much of a chance to adjust her stance.

Seeing that Melantha still had the strength to get up, Morton had already gripped the hammer handle again and strode forward toward Melantha.

He understood that even though this was just a competition, the little girl in front of him was facing this duel with a genuine fighting spirit.

And he also wanted to give the other party the respect that belongs to a soldier!

boom!

The heavy hammer, which was clearly aimed at Melantha's location, only hit the ground empty, raising dust and leaving a deep spiderweb-like mark on the ground.

Melantha's body floated to the side like a ghost, and when she landed back on the ground, she was already in an attack stance.

It slashed towards Morton's waist.

Morton had no choice but to use the hammer handle as a blocking line again, hiding himself behind it.

But this time, it didn't work as well.

Before the blade struck the hammer handle, it had already ripped a thin gash across Morton's waist.

"Varied?!"

Before Morton could retaliate, Melantha had already taken two steps back, composed herself, and looked at Morton again.

This time, Melantha did not choose to attack. Instead, she bent her knees slightly, held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and brought the blade slightly towards her shoulders, assuming a defensive stance.

"Great!"

Katie was initially a little flustered, but after seeing Melantha get up again and actually inflict the first wound, she couldn't help but wave her little fist.

Dobermann breathed a sigh of relief, and Yato lowered his arms from his chest and nodded approvingly.

"She's recovered."

"Yes."

Doberman agreed.

"Now it finally looks a bit like when we're training."

In fact, when Melantha's attack was no longer aimed at Morton's upper body weaknesses, but at his waist which seemed to have no fatal flaws,

Dobermann already understood that Melantha had regained control of the game and had truly seen through her opponent's weakness.

Morton is indeed very strong. His moves are wide and powerful, and he also has very careful protective measures for his vital points.

Every attack takes into account how to avoid his own weaknesses, while also avoiding using his weaknesses against Melantha's blade.

Because Morton's weapon is a heavy hammer, his attacks must use his arms as the swinging points.

Therefore, Morton must have been proficient in combat techniques based on his arms. This includes not only offensive techniques but also defensive ones.

But Morton was a huge man, and Melantha only reached below Morton's chest.

This means that if Melantha doesn't focus on the potentially lethal neck or chest, or the arms that weaken her fighting ability, but instead chooses to attack Morton's lower body...

Morton would find it very difficult to completely defend against Melantha's attacks, and might even make misjudgments.

Just like that slash just now, although Morton did react and tried to block it with the handle of his hammer.

However, due to height and line of sight issues, the hammer handle did not completely block the path of the Melantha blade.

This caused the blade to slice through the skin on the waist before being stopped by the hammer handle.

This is Morton's weakness, and now Melantha, who inherited the Undead's berserk offensive techniques, has found it.

Four minutes had passed in the battle, and Melantha's stamina was about to run out under the relentless and ferocious attacks.

However, she still hadn't given up on her attack. But this time, she would wait for Morton to make the first move.

Morton gripped the hammer handle; he didn't want to give the little girl too many opportunities to plan her attack, so he was certain he would also attack Melantha.

So the massive warrior raised his heavy hammer once more against the frail girl.

"Is Xiao Mei planning to continue enduring the pressure as a defense mechanism?"

Andersel couldn't understand the situation, but his intuition told him that if Melantha were injured again, she might never be able to stand up again.

Katie shared this idea, but Ansel and Coach Doberman disagreed.

"Xiao Mei is very smart."

Ansel spent a long time learning how to fight under pressure from the undead.

Melantha's current plan is not to remain on the defensive, but to use Morton's attacks to figure out how much he is aware of his weaknesses.

"It's a matter of stamina. If Melantha continues to press Morton at the same pace, she might gain some advantage, but she'll be the first to give up."

Doberman knew Melanie's physical limits.

"Now that both sides have adjusted their mindset, Melantha has also begun to unleash her fighting talent. It all depends on who can seize the opportunity."

Instructor Doberman is right; this is also the idea behind the "immortal" concept.

When the Undead saw Melantha assume a defensive stance, he knew that his apprentice had figured things out.

Despite Morton's relentless and aggressive attack, Melantha's gaze remained fixed on Morton's weak lower body rather than his hammer.

Morton could also feel the threat emanating from Melantha's gaze.

So he changed his strategy, no longer using force to intimidate, but instead pushing forward relentlessly.

The heavy hammer was swung horizontally from bottom to top, dragging on the ground, aimed at Melantha and then swung heavily horizontally.

This sweeping strike blocked Melantha's attack route and simultaneously protected the gap in her lower body's defense.

Melantha also chose to retreat, taking another step back and narrowly avoiding the hammer blow.

The hammer merely grazed Melantha's scattered purple hair, coming within a hair's breadth of its contact with her flesh.

After turning around, Morton stepped forward again, gripped the heavy hammer with both hands without hesitation, and with the power still lingering from his previous swing, turned and swung it again!

Wow!

The hammerhead, scraping across the ground, even cracked the actual surface. Under the combined force and impact, the hammerhead appeared deformed to everyone's eyes.

Another sweeping victory forced Melanza back two steps once again.

However, Morton's hammer, which seemed poised to strike Melantha, once again grazed the side of her arm thanks to her incredible flexibility.

A tear appeared on Melanie's left arm, a small rip.

But the exposed skin was still fair.

These two evasions had the Rhodes Island crew on tenterhooks. But seeing Melantha's nonchalant demeanor filled them with excitement as well.

Even Yato's eyes widened slightly; what confidence that must have been!

He calculated the distance to the tip of the hammer and dodged the attack slightly, so he was not injured, only his clothes were torn.

And it was this time that Melantha finally prepared to fight back.

The long sword she had been hiding at her waist was drawn out like a waterfall.

Her body, which had been retreating, suddenly lunged forward, as if no force had acted on it at all.

With just one step, he was already close to Morton's side.

Morton instinctively pulled back the hammer handle, trying to block the attack again, only to find that Melantha's blade was slashing towards his thigh.

Left with no other choice, Morton could only jump back in a panic, abandoning his combined offensive and defensive capabilities with the hammer.

This was a desperate move, but it was this jump that completely disrupted his rhythm.