Martial Online.

Chapter 419 The New Sword

?Gensai and Ambrose entered the ruined blacksmith shop; its walls and roof had crumbled apart because of the explosions.

In the middle of the shop, there was a large, long-bladed crimson sword stuck in the ground. The sword emitted a faint, eerie glow, captivating their attention.

It's size and craftsmanship were unlike anything they had ever seen before. The size was easily twice as long as a typical sword, and the intricate designs etched onto the blade appeared to be the work of a master craftsman.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ambrose turned to look at the Wisdom King. "You said that there were two swords, but there is only one? And this sword is not a shortsword, but a great sword."

"Gensai." The Wisdom King let the newly-crowned master blacksmith explain.

"There were two shortswords originally." Gensai crossed his muscular arms and looked at the great sword with great interest. "But then they fused together to create his great sword."

"How is that possible?" Ambrose asked curiously.

"This sword might be what we would call the Living Weapon." Gensai looked proud of himself. "It is said to have consciousness and a will of its own, capable of guiding its wielder in battle."

"How did you create this, if I may ask?" Ambrose asked curiously.

"I heard some rumors of how the Living Weapons are created, but I thought it was just a hoax." Gensai smiled. "However, this proved that it was indeed the truth.

"For blacksmiths to reach the master rank, they have to create a weapon that transcends the limits of humanity. Once succeeded, the weapon that was created becomes a Living Weapon."

"Oh…" Ambrose looked at the weapon with a troublesome expression. "What happened when you tried to lift it?"

"This." Gensai took off his gloves, showing his scarred and calloused hands. "The explosions did nothing to me, but when I tried lifting for a split second, it started burning my flesh.

"I still tried lifting it, but was unsuccessful as it was simply too heavy, and I gave up on it." Gensai flexed his muscles and said, "I am not boasting, but I am not weak, yet I was unable to get it off the ground."

"Hmm." Ambrose stepped closer to the misbehaving sword, analyzing its crimson blade and intricate handle. It looked to be extremely heavy, and even he wasn't sure whether he would be able to.

He then slowly reached his hand towards the handle, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

"Be careful!" Gensai said with a nervous expression. "You might lose your arm if you aren't careful!"

"Got it." Ambrose took a deep breath and whispered. "You're my weapon. You were created for me. Now, let me wield you."

His fingers wrapped around the handle, and then he grabbed it with a firm grip.

Nothing happened, but then the ground started shaking violently beneath him as if there were a stampede of animals running around.

"Argh…" Ambrose gritted his teeth and tried to pull the great sword out of the ground with all his might.

However, even while his muscles strained and his grip remained firm, the sword refused to budge an inch.

"Come on!"

Gensai bit his nails anxiously, shouting inwardly for it to work. He hated to make a weapon that no one could use!

If there was someone who would be able to lift the sword, it would be Ambrose!

"Aaaah!" Ambrose let out a roar of frustration and then shouted. "The Muscle Attack!"

His muscles swelled like balloons, giving Ambrose even greater strength that surpassed his previous limits.

It was another skill created by Ambrose.

It was only rare-ranked, but this wasn't a skill he planned to be anything fancy. It simply increased his physical strength by making his body pump more blood into his muscles.

Yet, even with this, he was unable to make the great sword budge even an inch. It was incredibly frustrating.

"Aaaargh!" Ambrose screamed, veins bulging from his forehead, as he poured every ounce of his remaining energy into one final attempt.

"You want to misbehave, fine!" Ambrose's eyes turned blood-

red, and his skin started to turn crimson as if he had been bathing in a pool of boiling lava. The sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

"Crimson God's Everlasting Bloodbath!"

It was one of the strongest skills Ambrose had ever created, and it even reached the Purple Epic ranking, one rank below the Legendary!

"Hahahahaha!" Ambrose laughed in a demonic manner, as if he had been possessed by Satan himself.

After the Crimson God's Everlasting Bloodbath was activated, the great sword started to slowly move.

"H-he is doing it!" Gensai laughed.

'So, this is what you meant by becoming one-man army.' The Wisdom King looked at the demonic-looking Ambrose with a frown. 'You are consuming your life essence to boost your strength temporarily.

'It's fine to use it in small amounts, but if you use it multiple times and for longer durations, your lifespan will decrease.'

"Aaaargh!" Ambrose let out a final roar of power and pulled the great sword from the ground, releasing a surge of energy that tremored across the entire world.

"Aaah…" He let out a deep breath, and then his body turned to normal, his white skin and purple eyes making a return.

"You did it, haha!" Gensai clapped his hands loudly, laughing with snot flying out of his nose.

"Argh!" But then Ambrose let out a pained groan, and the great sword's heavy-looking blade crashed to the ground.

"I-It's heavy…" He said between gasps, sweat dripping down his forehead and soaking his clothes.

"However, are you feeling fine?" Gensai asked urgently.

"Yeah…" Ambrose sighed. "Just a little bit exhausted, that's all."

"Mm." Gensai smiled triumphantly. "This meant that the sword is accepting you as the new owner."

Ambrose smiled in fatigue and tried to grab the sword with both hands, but then the great sword split in half and turned into two separate crimson swords.

"E-eh?"

"Ah!" Gensai hurried to examine the two crimson shortswords and laughed. "These were my original creations. It seems that the sword sensed your intention to have two short swords instead of one great sword!"

"Oh, is that so?" Ambrose looked pleasantly surprised and took the swords from the ground. He was able to wield them easily and could feel the endless surge of power within them.

"Very interesting." He smiled and wished for the swords to turn back to the great sword.

The two shortswords fused together and became the same heavy-looking great sword. It was again too heavy for him to be able to wield it properly.

"That sword's name is Great Crimson!" Gensai said in excitement.

'Great Crimson.' Ambrose smiled.

"Now that you've got your weapons, what are your plans, Honorable Ambrose?" The Wisdom King asked.

"I have a meeting in a few hours." Ambrose lifted the great sword with difficulty and placed it in his inventory. "I'll have to go for now."

"That's understandable." The Wisdom King nodded and shook his disciple's hand. "I hope the next time I hear about you, it isn't about you being the so-called Black Demon who terrorizes innocent citizens."

"Haha, no promises." Ambrose replied with a mischievous grin. "Fate will lead me where it wants me to."

"Fate, huh." The Wisdom King glanced at his star-pupiled eye and smiled. "Be careful of your fate. It can bring you either great fortune or immense suffering."

"I know." Ambrose picked up his backpack, shook hands firmly with Gensai, thanking him for the great sword, and then headed towards the exit of the village, wondering what the future would hold for him.

The Wisdom King watched as his disciple walked away with a backpack slung over his shoulder and a small smile formed on his lips.