Chapter 456 Surrounded
?[-15 HP]
[Ambrose: 65/100 HP]
Ambrose grabbed AnarchyCat by his ruff and tossed him away like a dirty ragdoll.
"Damn."
He touched his bleeding shoulder and wondered who the hell would bite someone like that.
AnarchyCat nimbly flipped mid-air and landed on the floor with a graceful glide. He then licked his bloodied lips with a euphoric expression of satisfaction.
Ambrose rolled down the ground, picked up his sword, and slashed towards AnarchyCat like a whirlwind of fury.
AnarchyCat leaped over the sword, then did several backflips in quick succession, effortlessly dodging all of Ambrose's attacks.
Ambrose darted forward and slashed repeatedly towards AnarchyCat, each slash being sharp and accurate. It was clear that this was not his first time using a sword.
In terms of Martial Online, he was already considered a swordmaster because of his current class and level.
However, without all that, he was still incredibly skilled in swordsmanship. He didn't train for nothing, and based on the world of souls time, he had trained swordsmanship for many years!
AnarchyCat flipped over one of the sword slashes, ran across the walls as if gravity didn't affect him, and threw another hidden blade from his sleeve.
Ambrose rolled out of the way while the hidden blade sailed past him, narrowly missing his face. He then rose back to his feet and stabbed his sword towards the nimble young man.
AnarchyCat let out a laugh with his sharp teeth showing and dodged the sword with a graceful leap. Then he kicked his leg forward and struck Ambrose in the chest, sending him staggering backward.
Ambrose saw that his health had dropped again, but he didn't care, and his expression turned cold.
AnarchyCat put his hands on the ground, flicked his legs up in the air, and performed a series of kicks that thunderously landed on Ambrose's body.
Ambrose crossed his arms in front of him and tanked the kicks without flinching.
If he were any ordinary person, they would have likely broken bones or caused severe injury.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnarchyCat effortlessly performed a backflip from his previous kicking stance, pounced at Ambrose like a cat, and scratched at his face with his sharp nails.
Ambrose groaned with three shallow cuts on his face that weren't even really bleeding much.
"I have heard that you've become quite powerful!"
AnarchyCat said while delivering powerful low-kicks at Ambrose, who had no other choice than just to tank them. Despite the annoyance, Ambrose refused to let it show on his face.
"But, I suppose that was all because of your skills and level. In a real fight, it's a different story."
AnarchyCat said with a slight smug smile.
He had trained in acrobatics since he was very young, and after high school, he started training in taekwondo, which he excelled at immediately.
Ambrose's eye twitched, and he then raised one of his legs, dodging one of AnarchyCat's low kicks, and then stabbed his sword forward like a fisherman trying to harpoon a massive marlin.
The sword drove through the air, but AnarchyCat twisted his body to the side as he dodged and finger-jabbed towards Ambrose's eyes.
He was trying to poke his eyes!
At that moment, Ambrose flicked his wrist and redirected the sword's wooden blade towards the incoming fingers.
AnarchyCat let out a yelp as the sword struck his fingers, causing him to flinch in strange numbness.
His fingers looked twisted and bent out of shape—a clear sign of broken bones.
"You Zahhak rats have such big mouths."
Ambrose raised his leg, kicked AnarchyCat in the chest as if he were a punching bag, and sent him flying across the room.
Shatter!
He crashed through the window and landed in a heap on the pavement below.
AnarchyCat coughed blue blood and rolled to his side while touching his ribcages. He felt like all of his organs had shifted places as he had quite difficulty breathing.
[AnarchyCat: 25/100 HP]
At that moment, Ambrose jumped down the window and landed in front of AnarchyCat with a cold, freezing gaze that resembled the gaze of a predator ready to strike.
"Tell Cerberus, I am more than willing to kill him next!"
He lifted the sword high, and shone brilliantly under the sun as his menacing aura filled the air.
"Ngh…" AnarchyCat looked at him with a fierce gaze and grinned crazily. "He'll tear you apart, little lamb!"
"I'd like to see that."
Ambrose coldly stated and was about to put the end to his life, but at that moment, the nearby building's door came apart in a thunderous sound.
And then he saw bloodied Moriarty lying on the ground with a blank look on his eyes, barely breathing.
"Moriarty?" Ambrose's eyes shrunk. "Moriarty!"
"Hahaha…" AnarchyCat licked his lips and said, "Well, y'know, we Zahhak never walk alone. We are like a pack of wolves."
At that moment, Arsenal stepped out of the building with a bloodied, twisted blade in hand. He nonchalantly turned to look at Ambrose and placed the blade against Moriarty's neck.
"…" Ambrose frowned with a sinking feeling.
"A-Ambrose…" Moriarty whispered with hate in his eyes as he stared at Arsenal. "W-watch out, there are more!"
"?!"
Ambrose's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly retreated with a jump.
An arrow stabbed the ground right where he had been standing.
"Oh, I missed."
A seductive voice sounded from on top of one of the buildings.
Ambrose raised his gaze and scowled at the figure perched on the rooftop, cursing under his breath.
A beautiful, small-nosed woman held a bow in her hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She had brown bun hair adorned with a feathered headband, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBeside her, a cute, round-eyed girl with porcelain-smooth skin and long, flowing black hair stood with a complex expression in her eyes.
From her initial expression, she looked like a very cold, distant girl, but there were clearly some emotions behind her facade.
They were none other than SweetieHell and Andromeda.
"You're lucky, Ambrose boy." SweetieHell said with a giggle. "I am not familiar with a bow. If Redheart was at my place, she would've skewered your brains."
"…"
Andromeda looked deeply at Ambrose, who had been obsession of her brother for quite some time now.
"I am sorry…" Moriarty whispered as he resisted crying, as that would be far too embarrassing. "I didn't notice them until it was too late…"
"Its fine." Ambrose sighed as he tried to hide his disappointment. "There is always next year, I suppose…"
Moriarty hid his face with his hands, hoping to conceal the tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Hah."
Arsenal laughed and stabbed the twisted blade through Moriarty's throat.
The place fell silent as Moriarty's sound of sobbing disappeared as he vanished into thin air.
Ambrose sighed and closed his eyes, expecting him to vanish as well.
However, then a voice sounded.
"It's not the same as in the first round." Arsenal said and approached him with a grin. "In the second round, both members of the team have to die for them to get disqualified.
"Meaning, we can still have plenty of fun with you."
Ambrose opened his eyes with a slam and looked at him in disbelief.
AnarchyCat flipped back to his feet and picked up the knife Moriarty had dropped. He then joined Arsenal's side and surrounded Ambrose with a menacing smile.
"Cerberus said to humiliate you in front of everyone." SweetieHell jumped down the building and looked high in the air. "I guess this counts."
In the air, a golden camera was floating, capturing every moment of the impending chaos. It was the main broadcasting camera!
At this very moment, in every household, people were watching the live feed of the fight that everyone thought would end in Ambrose's humiliating defeat.