Ark Undead

Melantha realized that Morton's rhythm had been disrupted once again. So she took two steps forward, her right hand wielding her straight knife relentlessly, leaving deep and shallow marks on Morton's body with each swing and thrust.

Each cut was light, and none were even aimed at vital organs. But if Morton hadn't dodged, such wounds would have had a huge impact on him.

But if Morton tries to dodge, his skin will be cut by the blade.

The situation began to reverse. Melantha, who had been forced to the edge of the altar, walked forward step by step, while Morton kept retreating, trying to distance himself from Melantha.

But this time, Melantha didn't give Morton a chance. Under her ferocious attack, Morton had to make a choice.

If he continues to hesitate, his wounds will continue to increase, and the increase in wounds will inevitably become a burden for Morton.

So, after retreating quite a distance, Morton could no longer bear it and finally let go of his hands.

In Melantha's close-quarters combat targeting the lower body, Morton's heavy hammer became a hindrance to his counterattacks.

Having assessed the situation, Morton made what he believed to be the most correct decision.

The hammer handle fell through the air, the blade slicing along the handle towards Morton's waist. Morton spread his five fingers and reached out to grab Melantha.

This move caught everyone off guard.

Although Morton did use physical techniques when countering Melantha, his willingness to relinquish his weapon advantage and completely release his heavy hammer demonstrates remarkable courage.

Morton kept a close eye on Melantha's dodge trajectory, took a step forward, and stood beside her. He didn't care whether the blade would slice into his own waist.

He wanted to catch Melantha and deprive her of the right to dodge!

And so, a broad hand was about to grasp Melantha, and Melantha's blade was about to slash Morton's waist.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, neither side showing any intention of stopping, just waiting to see who could make a breakthrough in the attack first.

But at that moment, Melanie moved.

She pressed her body down again, as if she were glued to the ground.

With her exceptional flexibility, Melantha moved like a purple shadow, darting past Morton's fingers and wrapping herself around his body behind him.

As his arm twisted, the blade cut a gash in his waist.

Morton felt a chill run down his spine; he felt a tremendous threat when he realized he had failed to catch Melantha.

He tried to struggle one more time, turning around to kick the purple phantom.

But a sharp blade was already pressing gently against the back of his neck.

Morton and Melantha stopped what they were doing at the same time. Melantha grabbed Morton's shoulder with one hand, held a straight knife to Morton's neck with her right hand, and stepped on Morton's back.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze revealing an extreme confidence in her grasp of the battle's rhythm, slightly cold yet seemingly sparkling with divine light.

Feeling the cool touch on his neck, Morton sighed softly.

"I lost."

Wow!!

Cheers erupted throughout the area surrounding the altar as people witnessed this spectacular duel.

They called out Melantha's name, they called out Morton's name, and they cheered for the warriors who had given them such a splendid battle.

Melantha jumped off Morton's back and sheathed her sword.

As the light returned to its pupils, the purple kitten realized that it had become the winner.

She blinked and looked at the undead on the altar.

The immortal nodded slightly to her and extended his right hand, giving her a thumbs up.

Melantha quickly looked away, her ears turning slightly red, and replied to Morton.

"Thank you."

Morton grimaced as he picked up his hammer handle, feeling the wounds on his body.

Looking at this girl who had now become so gentle and lovely, Morton simply couldn't reconcile her with the warrior who had just launched a frenzied attack.

However, Melantha wasn't much better off.

Morton's strength was no joke; his powerful punch landed squarely on Melantha's chest.

Melansha clutched her chest, feeling a tightness in her chest.

But it doesn't matter anymore, since I've already won.

Turning her gaze to her companions below the stage, Melanie smiled, waved happily to them, and ran towards them.

Katie was the most excited; she rushed over and hugged Melantha tightly, jumping up and down with excitement.

"So handsome! So handsome! Xiao Mei, you're so handsome!"

Even their teammates from the A1 preparatory group next door exclaimed in surprise.

"When Xiao Mei finally stepped on Morton, did you see that posture, that look in her eyes?!"

"I saw it! It's so cool! Xiao Mei, who is usually a bit weak, can actually have such a strong gaze."

"I wonder if the Temple of Heroes has arranged for recording. If so, I need to bring a copy back. This is definitely a record of the main attacker's brilliant battle!"

Doberman smiled and clapped to celebrate Melanie.

"Very good, Melantha, congratulations on advancing."

Although she felt the battle had some flaws, both sides reacted and made excellent decisions, making it a truly spectacular fight.

Even the usually shy kitten blushed when she heard the praise from her companions and instructors.

"Um... thank you, Instructor Dobermann."

Amidst the cheers, Pallas, at the very top of the altar, clapped and deliberately spoke loudly, asking the Undead.

"Mr. War Knight, what do you think of this battle?"

She seized the opportunity, and of course she wanted to make the most of it.

However, she probably didn't realize that one of the two warriors was the knight's personal disciple.

Without a second thought, the immortal spoke.

"Beautiful swordsmanship and brilliant reactions, although decision-making and awareness are lacking."

The Undead paused for a moment, then added.

"But it's very good."

Pallas was caught off guard; the War Knight had actually said so much this time.

However, she soon realized that the Undead's words seemed to be merely commenting on Melantha.

"And what about Mr. Morton?"

"Ok?"

The immortal paused for a moment, then nodded.

"good."

Pallas's smile gradually froze.

"and then?"

She thought the immortal would add a couple of comments.

But to his surprise, the immortal looked over in confusion.

"And then what?"

Pallas almost couldn't catch his breath.

So after all that, you went to see a girl, huh?

The young high priest was resentful, but there was nothing he could do about the renowned warrior, so he could only wave his hand.

"Next game!"

340. Levantine

The first day of fighting ended quickly.

Besides the duel between Melantha and Morton, there were also two or three other fights of decent quality.

One of the battles attracted the attention of the Undead.

The two combatants were a warrior from Sherag wielding a giant axe.

The other was a woman who wielded a strange two-handed greatsword.

Red hair, purple eyes, and his clothes were very worn. However, the accessories and stitching still hinted at luxury and refinement.

The undead man surprisingly recognized the origin of the outfit. He had seen Enya wearing it when he was at SilverAsh's house.

Is it someone related to SilverAsh?

The Undead had no time to think; the battle ended very quickly.

So swiftly, with just a raised two-handed greatsword, the enemy before the woman cried out in surrender amidst the raging flames.

Even though the Warriors Tournament doesn't prohibit the use of Originium Arts, such powerful Originium Arts are still rare in the tournament.

The Minoans do not reject Originium Arts, because both forging and martial arts contain elements of Originium Arts.

However, due to the culture of heroism, people admire physical strength and martial arts prowess even more.

Even the most powerful Originium Arts are only supplementary.

However, this girl from an unknown place seems to have opened a window for the Minoans.

Pallas didn't ask the Undying to commentate on the match. It ended too quickly, and there wasn't much to explain.

However, after this battle, everyone remembered the girl's name.

“Surtr, is that so?”

Pallas frowned slightly; she had never heard of this name in the Minos region.

Only by having a background that can be investigated can one feel at ease when dealing with powerful figures who suddenly appear in Minos.

Such powerful individuals who appear out of nowhere always make people extra cautious.