Ark Undead

Only then did the Undead realize that perhaps the swordsman guarding the door was just a pitiful person.

After killing three Lords of Cinder, the Undead accidentally wandered into a time warp and met the swordsman again.

There was no communication between them, and the Undead only learned his name when he checked the white wax stone mark that belonged to him.

expert.

At that time, the immortals realized that perhaps this swordsman was nothing more than a pitiful person who had lost his ideals.

What was he leaving behind his sword as a memorial?

In that era, there were countless individuals like this swordsman, struggling to seize every opportunity against time.

But they often end in failure.

Now, his only purpose in reappearing as a Heroic Spirit is endless battles.

Just like the warriors who stood guard at the graves after losing their ideals.

As a white light appeared, the purple-haired Felin girl slowly rose from the rune.

She smelled blood and fire, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the heroic spirits in front of her.

Melantha stepped back with her right leg, gripped the straight knife at her waist, and slowly drew it out.

The heroic spirit standing in front of the girl slowly drew his katana from his waist.

The blade sizzled against the scabbard, then he gripped it with both hands and assumed a defensive stance against Melantha.

Although she didn't know the other person's name, Melantha could feel an extremely sharp aura gradually emanating from the man in front of her as she drew her sword.

Although his clothes were tattered, barely covering his private parts, only when you actually faced him could you understand the source of that constant sense of danger.

Just standing in front of him, Melantha felt her vision blur. She seemed to see a blade slicing across her neck, blood splattering, and her head flying high into the air.

Startled, Melanie realized that she had been affected by the aura of the man in front of her.

Unlike the undead, this man's killing intent was like a gentle winter breeze.

Even if it's not intense, it's pervasive. Just by standing in front of you, goosebumps will involuntarily rise on your skin, as if countless tiny knives are moving across your body, yet there's no rush to make that gentle cut.

Even though it was just a duel between a spirit and a hero, and wouldn't necessarily result in a life-or-death situation, he still took the battle seriously.

There was no bowing between the two.

Melantha was not a noble knight, nor was the other Heroic Spirit a warrior worthy of praise.

The only battle between them was bloodshed.

It was at this moment that the audience was shocked to discover that the weapons used by the two were surprisingly similar.

The only difference is that Melantha's blade is straight, while the expert's blade is more like a traditional Eastern weapon.

In that moment of distraction, the heroic spirit vanished, and the next second, the crisp sound of metal clashing exploded right in front of Melantha.

At this moment, the figure, almost entirely naked, was revealed to the air.

Ding!

The sound was crisp and melodious, but it foreshadowed the beginning of an attack as fierce as a storm.

Melantha raised her straight knife to the limit, blocking the expert's first swing.

If he hadn't trained diligently against the attacks of the undead, he probably wouldn't have developed such muscle memory.

Before her consciousness could even register the attack, her body reacted first, managing to block the lightning-fast strike.

What Melantha found even stranger was that the feeling of withstanding the attack from the Heroic Spirit in front of her was strangely familiar.

Ding!Ding!

The expert wielded the sword with both hands, his body and the blades becoming one. The short katana in his hands moved with almost no sound as he swung it. Yet, each strike was aimed at Melantha's vitals.

Melantha could only struggle to withstand attack after attack, using her straight sword to block the attacks from the Heroic Spirits while gradually adapting her body to the speed.

In their first encounter, Melantha was completely overwhelmed by the Heroic Spirit before her.

This was a scene that no one had anticipated, including Dobermann and Yato.

Morton gave everyone the illusion that the Heroic Spirits might choose warriors of similar strength as their opponents.

However, in reality, Heroic Spirits do not judge whether someone is worth fighting based on their strength.

They simply chose the opponents they were most interested in.

"Xiao Mei's swordsmanship was completely rendered useless by that heroic spirit's attack."

Yato kept a close eye on the situation. As someone from the Eastern Kingdom, she considered it a very precious sight to witness two warriors fighting with swordsmanship similar to that of the Eastern Kingdom.

"She's been crushed, Xiao Mei has to find a way to fight back, but..."

Doberman made the same assessment.

They could all see the huge gap between Melantha and the experts.

This is because there is a huge gap between their fundamentals.

Although the Undead always say that Melantha's foundation is already solid enough, a solid foundation does not mean that it is sufficient and that no further training is needed.

This is why, even though the Undead always say they have nothing more to teach Melantha, they still check on her sword practice.

This isn't a question of whether it's enough or not. A solid foundation is something that is constantly accumulated. Only by becoming increasingly profound can one's strength steadily increase.

If Melantha had been even slightly negligent in her daily life, she wouldn't have stepped onto this battlefield today, much less have she received the first strike from the expert.

Because only Melantha, who personally faced this heroic spirit, and the immortals who were deeply impressed by it, knew the truth.

The expert in front of me is a true master of knife skills.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The pleasant sound of steel clashing rang in everyone's ears.

Just like listening to a blacksmith swinging his hammer and smashing it into a block of iron that needs to be forged, the battle between the two is a feast for the eyes and ears, a double enjoyment for both the senses.

Both are warriors whose strength lies in offense, and when facing an opponent who is also good at offense, their battle will be about who can completely suppress the other.

Melantha's determined and persistent figure was, to the experts, the best way to urge him to attack.

The katana collided with the straight sword once more, sparks flew, and the blade slid down along the edge towards the hilt.

Without a guard, if the blade slid down the steel to the hilt, Melantha would face the prospect of having her fingers severed.

At this moment, the body's autonomous reaction once again prevailed.

Without a second thought, Melanie turned around, slung her knife over her shoulder, and kicked the expert’s wrist.

The blade of the katana was brought to the side by the straight sword as the body rotated.

After deflecting the attack, they quietly approached the expert's side, forcing him to turn around and sheathe his sword.

Just as Melantha had predicted, the expert stepped back, turned his sword guard, and blocked the kick behind Melantha's feet.

Both of them took a step back, and Melantha finally managed to gain a moment of respite from the heroic spirit in front of her.

She exhaled the pent-up air from her chest, took a deep breath of fresh air, and faced the attack from the expert in front of her, Melantha raised her straight sword again and blocked all the attacks.

Ding Ding Ding!

The crisp clanging sound continued to echo, and the sight of the blade gliding on the tip of the knife captivated all the viewers.

Even though it was just Melantha who single-handedly resisted the experts' attack, it was already quite remarkable.

It is foreseeable that this will be a spectacular showdown.

After watching for several minutes, Yato and Dobermann finally noticed something.

"Strange... why does Xiao Mei seem so at ease?"

Yato was somewhat confused; she put herself in the expert's shoes. If it were her, she would probably suffer her first serious injury on the expert's fifth strike.

But Melantha's strength shouldn't have allowed her to last that long.

"Mr. Undying gave Xiao Mei some temporary training? It shouldn't have had such a big impact..."

Dobermann looked at Melantha and sensed something was amiss.

Melantha seemed to be used to this kind of pressure. Each time, she would raise her arm first and then slowly follow the knife with her eyes.

It's as if she traveled from the future to the present; every time she raises her sword, she can precisely block the attack at the most suitable defensive position.

From the moment Melantha stepped onto the stage until now, the Undead have not made a single move.

He simply watched calmly as Melantha drew her straight sword and began to fight.

Because he knew that his disciple was capable of holding his own against the experts.

he knows.

In fact, Melanie initially thought she couldn't withstand the experts' attack.

The speed of that sudden advance almost caught Melantha off guard.

But soon, Melantha's fighting spirit, which had been gradually getting into the zone, faltered.

It was as if she had returned to the campfire, to the campfire of Victoria.

Melantha was still a child. She stretched out her hand and offered five gold coins to the ghost of Victoria in front of her, begging him to teach her his skills.

At that time, the immortal was training with a rusty katana and a makeshift weapon in her hand.

Each slash was aimed at Melantha's vitals; his blade was meant to pierce the girl's chest and pin her to the wall.

But often the blade would stop before the girl's vitals, and the rusty blade would not cause even the slightest damage to her skin.

Instead, he used a cold tone to explain to the girl, step by step, how she should deal with the situation.

"This knife, a sideways slash. Aiming at the neck, waist, and wrist."

Melantha seemed to hear the voice of her teacher from the very beginning.

That hoarse, emotionless, cold voice.

She, however, was able to draw infinite power from it.

Right before her eyes, a katana silently attacked from her left.

Melantha felt as if something rusty steel was pressing down on the left side of her neck, her wide-open waist and abdomen, and her left wrist, triggering an unconscious warning.