Ark Undead

After the Undead recounted the story of a king attacking a dragon with a thunder spear to Maria, he said to Maria...

"You, watch carefully."

The Undead raised his hand, and a dazzling ball of lightning appeared out of thin air in his palm. In a second, the ball of lightning extended into a javelin-like object about one meter long.

The lightning spear was thin, yet the flashing electric light still demonstrated its extraordinary power.

The Undead released the lightning spear much faster last time; it took only a blink of an eye for the spear to take shape. This time, the Undead deliberately slowed down the casting process so that Maria could see the details clearly.

Maria stared wide-eyed at the undead man's hand.

She felt that she saw things clearly this time, so she nodded and raised her right hand.

Maria gripped the portable staff in her left hand, and a ball of lightning appeared in her right hand.

This bolt of lightning is much better in both texture and density than the lightning Maria summoned last time.

As Maria reached out and gripped the lightning bolt, it extended outwards on both sides, but only for less than ten centimeters before dissipating.

"progress."

The immortal's words are concise and to the point, indicating progress.

Maria shook her right hand with a hint of excitement, realizing that she had indeed not fully grasped the essence of the Thunder Spear.

However, speaking of the Thunder Spear, Maria suddenly remembered a question.

She looked up, curiously gazing at the immortal.

"Teacher, do you have a teacher?"

"teacher?"

The Undead thought for a moment, and many phantoms appeared in his memory, but they were all shrouded in mist, and he couldn't make out their formations.

He nodded blankly, simply because his intuition told him that it was his teacher.

"Have."

"Huh? Who taught the teacher how to use the Thunder Spear?"

Maria asked curiously.

"Is the advisor's lightning spear technique even better than the teacher's?"

"Master?"

Even the immortal felt something was off when he heard the term, and he subconsciously retorted.

"Lei Qiang is not a teacher, but a friend."

Maria was stunned. Was the person who taught the teacher how to use the Thunder Spear actually his friend?

"Where is the teacher's friend from? What's their name? Like, something like, 'Someone will die' or something?"

Maria's mouth chattered like a machine gun, and she asked a lot of questions along with them.

"Also, that king in the story was so powerful, he could even kill a dragon. What was his name?"

The Undead paused upon hearing Maria's first words.

He tentatively began to speak.

"Astera, his homeland. His name is..."

The immortal skillfully retrieved the relevant information from his memories, but he simply couldn't bring himself to say the simplest name.

He clenched his right fist, trying hard to recall everything.

His name is...

The Undead stared wide-eyed at the campfire, while Kong Tong trembled violently beneath his helmet, his gaze unfocused.

"Yes..."

No matter how hard he tried, the immortal could never recall his name.

The immortal could recall many things related to his old friend, but he couldn't remember the name or the friend's appearance no matter what he tried.

But the immortal should not forget, for a portion of the honor and mission he once carried should have belonged to that old friend.

They are also comrades-in-arms.

"teacher?"

Maria looked at the undead who had suddenly fallen silent, reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling his stiff body, and wondered what had happened.

Only when the Undead lowered his head did his hoarse voice regain its tone for the first time.

"I... forgot."

The immortal spoke softly, "It is a loneliness called oblivion."

This was the first time the immortal had experienced such intense emotional fluctuations since awakening.

He placed his left hand on his chest, where a black ring seemed to burn with intense fire, leaving him bewildered.

52. The behavior of the despicable

"I told you so! The power of the Undead is undeniable! It was just a simple shield bash! Simple, but effective!"

Mob the Big Mouth tried to make this minute exciting with his passionate commentary.

But in reality, there's really nothing to get excited about in a one-minute fight.

The undead simply used his agile movements to dodge the heavy knight's hammer blows, and then launched a series of shield bashes, forcing the heavy knight to retreat continuously. Until he was backed to the edge of the arena, his hands were too weak to hold onto his large shield.

Then, with his longsword, he slashed a deep gash in the heavily armored knight's wide-open chest, followed by two shield bashes that caused the knight to lose his balance and fall from the platform. He won the match.

"The relentless shield bashes forced 'Iron Man' Kuran to retreat from the stage! My goodness, I truly don't know how an undead could withstand a heavily armored knight head-on with that seemingly unimpressive body!"

Mob glanced at the time helplessly; it was too fast.

How can he possibly explain this?!

From the round of 16 onwards, the battles between the non-dead were like adults beating children, never lasting more than a minute.

Such power is unprecedented and unheard of.

Actually, it would be one thing if there was only one Undead, but there's another monster in the Major.

That knight's battles never lasted more than five minutes. Fortunately, Bloodthorn's fighting style was more entertaining than the undead's purely brute force approach, allowing Mob to perform better.

The knight, who happened to be in another group, had never faced an undead.

"The first match of the Kazimierz Final Four has ended! Please do not leave, everyone! The second match will begin in half an hour! It will determine the final knight who will advance to the finals!"

Mob's communicator kept ringing. He glanced at it, then had no choice but to try to say something more to buy time.

But the Undead had no patience to wait for him to finish speaking; he had already sheathed his sword and left the arena.

For him, the challenge of a free-for-all was greater. In one-on-one battles, the knights who qualified were too weak and had no ability to confront him head-on.

If you want to enjoy the thrill of the battle, you'll have to wait for your opponent in the finals to surprise you.

The Undying Man pondered these random thoughts and silently walked out of the backstage area.

The matter Maria asked him yesterday is not over yet; the undead is still being affected by his own memories.

What was his name? Why can't I remember it at all?

What do those images flashing through my memory represent, and why am I so agitated?

The immortals cannot find the answer.

Once the match is over and the agreement is fulfilled, he will leave Kazimir immediately.

If you can't find the answer in Kazimierz, then wander around.

"Teacher! Here, here!"

Maria ran over and hugged the Undead's arm, then cheerfully pulled him toward the vehicle.

The Undead followed Maria into the car, and Zofia, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced back at the Undead who remained silent in the back seat.

"Congratulations, Mr. Undying, you've finally made it to the finals."

"Ah."

The Undead nodded indifferently; it was nothing special to him, as if it were the natural thing to do.

His goal is not just to reach the finals; in a competition of this caliber, failing to win the championship would be a disgrace.

The vehicle drove out of the Flameblade Arena and headed towards Maria's house.

Tomorrow is the final, and the old Cavaliers plan to go to the game with Zofia and Maria to watch it live.

Therefore, the group is making preparations for tomorrow's work in advance, planning to clear the entire day off, as there will definitely be a celebration party tonight, right?

Maria didn't want to trouble the teacher, so she asked Zofia to take her home in a little while.

So, for the rest of the day, the undead could stay by the campfire.

"Prepare well for tomorrow's competition, teacher!"

Maria was still refueling the Undead when she got out of the car.

"I'll be there tomorrow! I want to see my teacher become the champion!"

The immortal looked at his student and nodded slightly.

Maria is truly energetic, despite the short time they've spent together. Her personality has won over the Undead.

Zofia looked away as Maria entered the main house.

"Let's go, go back."

As she spoke, Zofia drove the car to the intersection and stopped at the red light.

The wait at the traffic light wasn't long, and Zofia stepped on the gas again to continue moving forward.

But just then, a car suddenly appeared from the side, ran the red light, and continued to speed towards us at an extremely high speed!

Zofia's car was driving right in the middle of the intersection.

Zofia glanced to the side subconsciously and only then did she notice the speeding vehicle. Before she could even react, she had already slammed her foot on the accelerator.