Ark Undead

Before he could finish speaking, Bloodthorn had already stepped forward, his daggers like two poisonous fangs, stabbing at the Undead.

The undead held a shield in front of him, and the Bloodthorns struck the undead's shield head-on without missing a beat.

"Bloodthorn has chosen a second attack! His attack route is... a head-on collision?! Shocking! A light armor knight choosing to confront a sword and shield knight head-on! In all the matches I've commentated on, no one except a rookie has ever done something like this, he jumped up!"

Mob's speech could no longer keep up with the two men's actions. He could only see how they attacked and how they advanced, but he couldn't verbally recount it to the audience.

This is probably beyond what we've ever expected from a competition.

Because there has never been a lightly armored knight as powerful as Bloodthorn, nor a sword and shield knight more like a fortress than a heavily armored knight.

Bloodthorn made his final move by leaping, extending his right hand to stab the undead's eyes, which were peering directly at him, through the top edge of his shield.

The Undead raised its shield slightly higher, shielding its entire face.

The blade of the dagger was struck by the edge of the shield, and the tip of the blade left a shallow mark on the helmet before being retracted by Bloodthorn.

But at this moment, Bloodthorn himself had already flown over the undead's head, and his short knife in his left hand was thrust out to attack the undead from the back of the neck!

With his shield still protecting his front, the Undead was not in a hurry to turn around. However, unlike ordinary sword and shield knights, he did not choose to turn around and press down, but instead bent and lunged forward!

He crouched slightly, then suddenly thrust forward. The undead's body lunged forward.

With the shield in his left hand pressed against the ground, he pushed off with a sudden burst of strength after his back landed, and his feet landed firmly on the ground.

Bloodthorn was also somewhat surprised that a sword and shield knight would also study this kind of movement technique.

Without much thought, Bloodthorn's body always acts before his mind!

This is also a life-or-death instinct honed in countless battles. For a warrior, the body's subconscious reaction is always faster than the brain!

As soon as he landed, Bloodthorn took two more steps forward, his right short sword thrusting straight at the undead who had just touched the ground!

This is a golden opportunity! The sword and shield knight has exposed his back, thus revealing his weakness to the venomous snake!

The short sword, amidst the thorns of blood, glowed with a faint red light as it slashed straight toward the undead's back!

He intended to use his short sword to cut through the hard armor.

It's not wishful thinking; Bloodthorn's Originium Arts allow him to manipulate blood within a certain range, and a small Originium is engraved on the hilt of the short sword in his hand.

Under his development, all of his own blood could be used for his own purposes, either as sharp blades or transformed into sturdy shields.

This downward strike! It's meant to inflict a wound on the Undead's back that he can't ignore!

But his eyes also caught a glimmer of light.

The undead who had just landed, before they could even stand properly, already had the sword blade hidden in their waist and abdomen!

As the Undead turned around at lightning speed, he simultaneously raised his shield with his left hand and thrust his longsword from under his abdomen towards the lunging Bloodthorn!

Bloodthorn's pupils contracted slightly. At this moment, how could someone not die while simultaneously launching a counterattack and maintaining defense?!

Ding!

The dagger pierced through the shield, and was only one centimeter away from the helmet of the Undead.

Bloodthorn turned his head to the side, revealing a clear bloodstain on his left cheek. Fresh blood seeped from the wound, flowing down his jawline to his chin.

The blade pierced the shield he had forged with his own blood on the side of his face, leaving a wound on his cheek!

That last sword strike, the Undead aimed for the head amidst the chaos!

If Bloodthorn hadn't instinctively conjured a shield, slightly slowing down the longsword, his head would have already been pierced!

In this stalemate, the Undead raised his right leg and kicked forward.

Bloodthorn, whose blade was stuck in the shield, couldn't react in time and had to use his left arm to block it in front of his chest.

boom!

The iron armor beneath their feet collided with the composite gauntlets on Bloodthorn's arm, and the steel wailed in agony.

Bloodthorn flew backward like a cannonball, rolling two or three times on the ground before it could support itself and stand up.

"cough."

Bloodthorn crawled up from the ground, coughed lightly, and a sweet smell filled his mouth as a small amount of blood welled up from his throat.

There were even tiny cracks on the gauntlet on his left hand. This kick felt like being hit hard in the chest with a heavy hammer!

"The reaction was quite quick."

The Undead nodded, then waved his hand, letting his left hand grip the shield again.

Just now, Bloodthorn was able to notice his hidden counter-strategy even during an excellent offensive opportunity, and promptly used Originium Arts to assist in defense.

This reaction is unique among all of the Undead's opponents to date.

Bloodthorn glanced at the gauntlet on his left hand, still feeling lingering fear.

"This power is terrifying! I underestimated you. How did you train to achieve this?!"

He looked at the undead's body with curiosity. Even if the muscles filled the entire armor, it shouldn't have this level of strength.

"Seriously, if you...cough...cough...if you're willing to reveal your workout secrets to the world, from now on you'll be the founding father of all fitness enthusiasts—"

The fact that Bloodthorn could still crack such jokes suggests that his injuries weren't too serious.

In fact, Bloodthorn had already tried to retreat the moment the Undead raised his leg.

But the Undead's actions were clearly intended to force Bloodthorn to give up his weapon.

Bloodthorn refused to let go and had no choice but to endure it. However, since it had made sufficient preparations to withstand the impact, all of the Undead's power was sent flying with him, and some of it was dissipated during the process of hovering in the air and rolling on the ground.

They traded minor injuries for a less passive situation for both sides. In Bloodthorn's view, this was much better than the consequences of losing a weapon.

However, the strength of the Undead was indeed beyond everyone's expectations, and Bloodthorn inevitably became one of them.

The Sarkaz may not be the strongest in terms of physical strength compared to the rest of their race, but they are still natural-born fighters.

Otherwise, the Undying would have already paralyzed him on the ground and wouldn't be able to get up.

"You, or me?"

The Undead raised his shield and asked Bloodthorn a question.

"Hehe, you just wait there obediently!"

Bloodthorn's smile was genuine; he was truly enjoying this rare duel.

The Sarkaz are a racial group that suffers from severe discrimination.

From the time he began wandering from city to city as a child, fighting became an indispensable part of his life.

He fought for food, for shelter, and for his fellow countrymen in the same predicament.

But from beginning to end, he enjoyed the thrill of being on the brink of life and death and pursued the passion ignited by the battle.

Otherwise, the Knights Association wouldn't have chosen him from among so many infected people.

But in this match, Bloodthorn was unwilling to win by any means as it had in the past.

Since his opponent is willing to fight him fairly and enjoy the thrill of battle with him, Bloodthorn will reciprocate with the same respect!

He raised the blades of both hands, and blood flowed outwards from his arms, suddenly lengthening at the blades, turning the two short swords into a pair of swords of the same length as a regular longsword in an instant.

Raindrops fell on the bright red blade, flowing down along the exquisite intricate patterns and splashing dust on the ground.

"Be careful, my Originium Arts are related to blood. If you want to defeat me, don't just think about hurting me more and stalling for time."

Bloodthorn spoke earnestly; he was going to give it his all!

"Unless it's a fatal wound, it wouldn't be able to stop my attack, so..."

He paused for a moment, already prepared to attack.

"Fight me with the determination to kill me!"

Bang!

The response to the blood-red thorns was a clash of swords and shields.

The undead struck their shields with the hilts of their swords, responding directly to the challenge of the battle demons.

Then, a scarlet light appeared in the arena.

The blade in his hand, under the influence of extreme speed, left afterimages in place, and a deep red afterimage stretched out in a straight line behind Bloodthorn.

And at the very front of this bloody light were hands that had already raised their blades!

Ding Ding Ding!

The blade clashed with the shield, and a crisp sound echoed throughout the arena!

Wow, that's incredibly fast!

No one could see the two's movements clearly! Mob's mouth was open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He was also thoroughly enjoying this unforgettable battle.

Bloodthorn slashed at the shield again, and immediately shifted his body to the left after the slash, raising the blades from the lower left to the upper right, aiming to overturn the Undead's stable defense from the side!

But how can he have his way if he doesn't die?

He extended his left shield and charged head-on at Bloodthorn, while his right longsword was held horizontally to the right, blocking the surprise attack that came from his blind spot!

Bloodthorn turned to the side again, and the patterns along the shield wall became clearly visible.

After continuously activating his Originium Arts, the blood in his body became scalding hot, gushing out with his powerful heart and circulating throughout his body.

At this moment, Bloodthorn was like a demon that only knew how to attack. His reaction and strength were greatly enhanced, which allowed him to see the trajectory of the Undead's sword and take corresponding countermeasures!

So he raised the blood-red blade in his left hand, about to sever the undead's left arm that had missed its shield strike!

The specially enhanced Blood Blade, driven by the Blood Thorns, became incomparably sharp, already leaving deep and shallow cuts on the shield.

This strike is destined to cost the immortals an arm!

But then the body in front of him suddenly crashed into him, and even the shield itself was held in the arms of the undead and crashed into him together!

His shoulders also became a weapon for the undead to attack. Bloodthorn swung his sword but missed, and the undead even managed to get close to him.

Bloodthorn knew that if he retreated again this time, trying to return to his current level would place an even greater burden on his body!

We can't afford to back down any further!

At this moment, Bloodthorn's mind was completely blank, containing only two words.