Ark Undead

The audience also sighed with regret.

The battle was indeed very exciting, but unfortunately the girl was ultimately defeated by a single blow and fell here.

The Undead lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the scene.

Melantha's performance was already quite good; the Undead had anticipated that her strength was insufficient to defeat an expert.

Hopefully, Melantha will learn something from this battle when she returns.

It was Melantha's good fortune to fight a master who specialized in Eastern swordsmanship.

However, perhaps we should offer some words of comfort...

Just as the Undead was thinking this, the flame in his chest flickered twice.

The immortal immediately raised his head and looked in astonishment at the girl lying on the ground in the middle of the field.

After a long wait, the experts were still standing in the initial furnace.

The man glanced down at the katana in his hand; the battle should have been over by now.

why...

Just then, the man's ears caught an extremely faint hissing sound.

He frowned slightly, turned around subconsciously, and immediately jumped back two steps, gripping the unsheathed katana in his hand again.

Even as the girl lay on the ground, she did not let go of the straight knife in her hand; she still gripped it tightly.

Her heart, which should have lost its power, suddenly emitted a strange sound after a long silence.

The strange sound did not come from her heart, but from something she kept hidden in her chest, a pendant she always wore.

badge.

Melanie remembers it; it was a dark night.

Flames and shouts rang out in the distance, waking her from her sleep. Under her parents' protection, she boarded a vehicle for escape.

But the thugs attacked her vehicle, slashing a huge gash across her body and infecting her with Originium.

Melanza, who was already frail, became infected.

The girl's peaceful life was completely destroyed in that incident.

She couldn't interact with her classmates as usual, enjoy the warmth from her parents, or eat cakes from her favorite bakery.

These were the details she cherished in her life, and they are gone forever.

She was indeed saddened by the loss of that kind of life, but she never gave up the struggle.

What gave her strength was the silent figure standing in front of her at the most critical moment.

He gave her the belated gift, letting her return to her own world and continue to strive for a better life.

And just as Melantha was crying out in her vision, his figure was completely swallowed up by the mob.

That was the first time Melanie had felt despair, a feeling of powerlessness that tore her apart.

She began to constantly question herself: Why didn't she have the power to protect her teacher?

Their connection began with an accident, and five gold coins linked them together.

Finally, it ends with a badge.

Melantha thought she would never see her teacher again.

She worked hard to improve herself and always carried her teacher's badge with her, not only to commemorate her teacher but also to remind herself that only by having the strength to face accidents can she prevent tragedies from happening.

But the news from Kazimir left her feeling lost and disoriented.

When the teacher's figure appeared in front of Melantha once again, a goal that belonged only to her welled up in Melantha's heart.

To be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the teacher and face everything in the future together.

In fact, the Undead had discussed this matter with Melantha many times.

The Undead told Melantha that she should find a goal of her own and use it as motivation to move forward.

Melantha always responded to the Undead with silence, leading the Undead to believe that Melantha still depended on him and couldn't leave his side.

But how could Melantha possibly tell the immortals, or even her own teacher, such a shy wish?

She just wanted to stop being alone.

Whoosh...

The emblem, engraved with flames and a hand, ignited a tiny flame that burned on Melantha's chest.

But the flames did not burn her body; instead, they warmly soothed her wounds and repaired her lost strength.

That was a gift from her teacher, which gradually transformed her originally frail body during the countless nights that Melanie honed her skills.

She had long been entitled to this gift. But she lacked a battle that would change everything, a chance to truly hone her will.

Now, right before her teacher, Melantha, battling heroic spirits, yearns for more power.

And this pure wish was finally acknowledged and responded to by the flame.

Melantha twitched her fingers slightly, her hand gripping the hilt of the straight sword as she shook off the dust from the blade on the ashes-covered ground.

A spark ignited from the hilt of the knife in her hand, gradually moving upwards along the blade until it reached the tip.

This steel, originally imbued with the First Flame, once again revealed its sharpness through the forging of the Fire God. It was given as a gift by the Undead to his disciple.

And his disciple, just as the girl wished, would stand by his side and share the burden of moving forward with him.

Golden flames flowed along the blade, illuminating everyone's eyes.

"Well..."

A soft moan escaped from the girl's parched throat. She withdrew her limp hand, braced herself against the ground, and slowly rose to her feet.

Her purplish-black combat uniform deepened in color as it burned in the flames.

The badge on his chest was hidden beneath his combat uniform, appearing only faintly.

The lava-like patterns extend from the chest to the entire body of the garment.

Just as the pattern was completely outlined, a crimson flame exploded from the girl's body in all directions.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the girl's hair, which had been tied back, finally came loose, fluttering in the wind along with the shockwaves emanating from her body.

The tips of her hair formed a line of fire, as if it had been burned through, revealing a gradient of golden and crimson light.

At this moment, she finally stood up completely, and the penetrating wound in her chest was filled by flames.

A scalding flame flowed through her heart, pulsating and sending it throughout her body.

Under everyone's gaze, the girl opened her eyes.

Her eyes, shining like gold, testified to her return and also revealed her immense fighting spirit to her opponents.

The expert was momentarily stunned, but after a moment, he withdrew his dismissive gaze.

This reminded him of someone, a guy who had promised him he would never be late like him.

Therefore, he decided to stop treating this battle as a warm-up and instead launch a full-scale attack on the girl in front of him, as a way to commemorate the past.

Melantha gripped the burning straight knife, held it in front of her, and lowered her upper body slightly.

She is Melanie.

He was a disciple personally trained by the immortals.

They are also the sharpest blades that can stand beside him and fight alongside him.

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In fact, if the Undead hadn't truly felt the power of the Primordial Flame emanating from Melantha, he wouldn't have reacted at all.

Melantha somehow gained the approval of the First Flame and forcibly ignited her accumulated power, entering the Ember state.

This is a state that can only be reached by those who crave the embers of flame and draw power from them after coming into contact with the flames.

Essentially, it is a desire for fire or power that allows one to resonate with the flame.

Using fire as a medium, one extracts what one desires from the flames.

Melantha, however, was neither an undead nor an ember, but rather someone who simply and directly gained the Fire's approval.

The Undead could feel the First Flame within them drawing Melantha closer, as if the flames themselves were cheering for her.

The Undying Arena was originally a scenario guided by a sacred relic.

Compared to the continent of Terra, the Undead Arena is filled with the afterglow of flames, which is an indispensable condition for the first fusion with flames.

Melantha seized this opportunity, using the two gifts given to her by the Undead as a stepping stone, and built a bridge to communicate with the First Flame with her own will and foundation.

In addition, the badges given to Melantha by the Undead over the years have modified her frail body, finally giving her the qualification to bear flames.

When flames erupted on Melantha, it wasn't just the undead.

Everyone stared wide-eyed; no one had expected that this delicate-looking girl would actually have a second chance.

Even the Undead Arena didn't declare him the loser of the duel.

Dobermann and Nightblade were about to go to the lounge to comfort Melanie, but Melanie got up from the floor again.

Maria, still in the lounge, clenched her fists and almost cheered when she saw Melantha stand up.

Surtr's perception was even more direct; in her unique vision, Melantha seemed to be illuminated, the golden light almost making her squint.

Of course, the one whose mood changed the most drastically was Onstan.

Onstan never dreamed that he would actually meet someone who could bear the power of fire.

He traveled across this continent for hundreds of years. Although he lived a simple life, he encountered quite a few powerful individuals.

No one had any connection to the past. On the contrary, after meeting the immortals, they received more and more information each day.

Now, a girl who has a connection with Chu Huo has arrived.

After calming his turbulent emotions, Onstan decided he would talk to the Undead after the match.

This match brought them so many surprises.