Martial Online.

Chapter 301 The Defeated

'What in the world?' Ambrose's eyes widened in shock.

"Why are you daydreaming?" Dreadnought swung his machetes and only barely missed Ambrose as he used his Formlessness to slither past the attack.

"Hmph..." Ambrose narrowed his eyes and used his Formlessness to float slightly further into the sky. 'Let me think at least, damn it!'

As he saw the "gift" he received, he felt quite surreal.

Before receiving the gift and seeing his new "Suicide Sword" skill description, he felt like that skill fit his style quite a bit, but it was another very disadvantageous skill like "Kill."

Both skills would more than likely end in his death, but now it was different!

With Immortality skill activated, he would be invincible during that three-minute time!

For example, if he was using "Kill," but his opponent managed to pummel his health to 1 HP, then in ordinary circumstances, he would definitely die as the "Kill" skill was focused on attacking and barely in defense.

At least, for now, since Ambrose had learned that it was somewhat possible to control the "Kill" skill's instincts.

However, now, when the Immortality activated while he was using "Kill," there was nothing he should be worrying about as he couldn't die.

Same with the "Suicidal Sword" skill.

The 99% chance of dying after activating the skill would be reduced all the way to zero percent.

However, Ambrose was still wondering how many times he could use Immortality.

There was no way he could use it constantly because he wouldn't be able to die then.

'It must've cooldown, but I can only find out when I try.

'Also, Immortality was instantly learned, giving me the rank without having to try to 'learn' the skill.

'It's my first Legendary-ranked skill... I wonder if any other players have that rank. I haven't seen anyone mention it in forums or on ForeverTube.'

At that moment, Dreadnought sent dozens of orange-colored slashes, which shredded through the wind as they approached Ambrose.

'All right, enough of thinking.' Ambrose's eyes turned cold as they reflected the far-away figure of Dreadnought. 'Time to test my new skills.'

With Formlessness activated, Ambrose moved past the orange slashes, still feeling the burning pain in his cheek, but he tried to ignore it and focus on the battle ahead.

The Formlessness was also starting to wear him off, as his stamina was nowhere good enough to constantly use it without feeling anything.

Again, his basic stats were lacking, and they were constantly hindering him from fighting to his fullest potential.

"The Dreadful Kill!" Dreadnought screamed and swung his machetes wide, sending powerful orange slashes flying throughout the air.

"Mortal Style, Formlessness Nachbilder!" Ambrose's legs started moving in dizzying fashion, and soon, dozens of afterimages, all floating across the air, appeared.

The orange slashes smashed through most of the afterimages, but they couldn't hit the real body, and soon, Ambrose appeared above Dreadnought with his swords smashing down.

"100 kg!" Ambrose screamed, and his Red Sword's weight increased by a hundredfold.

As Dreadnought blocked the two swords, he suddenly felt immense pressure falling on top of his shoulders, and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Shit!" Dreadnought's expression fell, and he quickly rolled out of the way while the Red Sword smashed through the ground, leaving a deep ravine behind.

"Shit..." Ambrose whispered, tossed his Red Sword back into his inventory, and took out another Black Sword.

He only planned to try once to see whether he could get a good hit with the Red Sword because no one would expect its weight to suddenly increase by a hundredfold.

However, in proper battles, Black Sword was more superior as it could cut through anything, even though Red Sword was a more agile and faster sword, but it wasn't the best fit for his fighting style.

"That's enough of your tricks!" Dreadnought shouted, kicked off the ground, and pounced at Ambrose with his machetes cutting through the air.

As the machetes approached him, Ambrose's eyes showed no fear, and he didn't plan on escaping with Formlessness.

It was time to try his fifth skill of his sword style.

"Suicide Sword!" Ambrose lunged forward, and immediately afterwards, the two machetes stabbed through his chest, causing blue blood to splatter everywhere.

"Adam's trust in you was misplaced." Dreadnought smirked. "I never thought of him as a fool, though. Perhaps this is the first time he has made an actual mistake since he became the revered First Commander."

After he ended his gloating, Ambrose slammed his eyes open and stabbed both Black Swords towards Dreadnought's chest.

"?!" Dreadnought didn't expect him to be able to move after getting stabbed in the heart.

However, he didn't panic and had many ways of escaping this ordeal.

But then, when he tried to jump away, he realized that his body was frozen in place!

It was as if he was stuck in time.

"What?!" Dreadnought's eyes widened in shock, and then the two swords stabbed through his chest, going all the way through his body and finally exiting from his back.

"Ptui!" Dreadnought spat out blood and lowered his gaze at the two swords.

"Why..." He whispered through pain and looked at Ambrose hatefully. "Why did you kill yourself... too?"

"Argh..." Ambrose didn't feel the pain because he had two machetes protruding through his body, but when he got stabbed, it was like the pain on his cheek got even worse.

At that moment, a notification appeared in front of him.

[Immortality activated!]

[Time: 2:59]

[2:58...]

[2:57...]

Ambrose smiled through pain and slowly walked backwards, the two machetes slipping out of his body.

At the same time, he pulled out his two swords from Dreadnought's body.

Dreadnought fell to his knees and looked at Ambrose with a shocked expression. He couldn't understand how he could still stand even though he got stabbed just like he did.

And yet, he was the one kneeling, and his opponent was standing.

'I wonder if I can eat and restore my health.' Ambrose wondered and opened his inventory to test his theory.

He took out a few apples and took a big bite out of them.

Several floating notifications appeared in front of his vision, showing that his health had indeed increased and his Immortality was still activated.

'This is so broken.' Ambrose thought with a short chuckle. 'I wonder if other players also get their own legendary skills when they have created five skills for their classes.

'It isn't too hard to get five skills though, so the rarity of the legendary rank would lessen, so I hope that is not the case.'

He didn't want to imagine fighting someone with a similar passive skill as "Immortality."

It would be very frustrating and annoying.

'I feel bad for my opponents now, even though that sounds egotistical.' Ambrose wryly smiled but then focused his gaze on Dreadnought, who was on his last legs.

He was trying to grit his teeth and stand up, but he was struggling to do so.

Ambrose approached him and put his blades on his throat, ready to silence him once and for all.

"Cough..." Dreadnought coughed some blood on the blades and hatefully glared at Ambrose. "Y-you think he won't find out about this betrayal? He will realize that I am missing, and so will Arkham."

"Arkham is most likely already dead, and you know that." Ambrose smiled. "And about Tyrannus, he will see you in hell soon after."

"Hahahah..." Dreadnought laughed mockingly. "And who might be the reason for that? You and Adam aren't even a match for his farts. You two will die like pesky rats."

"So crude." Ambrose shook his head and then cut through his throat with the black blade.

The head rolled down the rocky terrain and eventually fell into the ocean.

"Whoo..." Ambrose took a deep breath and sheathed his weapons.

Some time ago, he thought defeating Johann and especially Russian from Warhaven was impossible. Their strength seemed otherworldly, as if they were gods.

Same with Mikael and Yughragh.

However, finally, he felt like he could put up a proper fight against them and perhaps even win!

'I actually killed a red-ranked outlaw...' Ambrose smiled and turned his gaze back to the mountain far away.

The easiest part was done.

Now, it was time for the hardest one.