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?Arsenal staggered backwards with a bleeding nose and shook his head to get rid of the stunned state.

It was a powerful punch; it was as if he had been punched by a wrecking ball.

'He isn't a brawler, so how can he punch this hard?'

Arsenal wondered, feeling confused.

After throwing the punch, Ambrose only enlargened his back muscles and slowly approached SweetieHell while walking backwards.

SweetieHell shot arrows at Ambrose, but they all bounced off his muscular back.

She then tried shooting him in the leg but narrowly missed as she didn't have the accuracy of an archer.

Before Ambrose managed to completely reach her, Andromeda picked up her fallen knives from the ground and stabbed him in the leg.

It caused him to stop momentarily, but he then enlargened the muscles in his leg, which caused the knife to embed itself even deeper into his flesh.

Andromeda gritted her teeth and tried to pull the knife out of the leg, but was unsuccessful.

Ambrose swung his arm like a whip and smacked her away like he was swatting a fly.

Andromeda rolled down the ground and crashed into the nearby building. She held her stomach as she had trouble breathing and looked at Ambrose in surprise.

'H-he doesn't even hesitate to hit me, even though I am a little girl.'

Her biggest advantages were her looks and her age. She looked like an adorable cat, and most players often underestimated her because of it, some not even wanting to attack because it would make them feel like bullies.

"Bastard, don't touch her!" SweetieHell shouted and fired another arrow that effortlessly bounced off his muscular back.

At that moment, Ambrose returned to his normal state and delivered a powerful horse-kick that sent SweetieHell flying through the air.

Ambrose cracked his knuckles and looked around at the chaos he had caused.

AnarchyCat, Andromeda, and SweetieHell were still recovering from his attacks.

However, at that moment, a sharp, twisted blade went straight through his waist, causing him to gasp in shock.

When he turned around, he couldn't see his attacker, as if he were invisible.

At that moment, Arsenal appeared like a ghost, as if he had been cloaked by some invincible technology.

"Chameleon." Arsenal whispered.

Ambrose saw his lips move, but no words came out, meaning that he had used his skill!

'A skill that allows him to turn invincible? That is powerful, I couldn't even hear his footsteps!' ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

[-30 HP]

[Ambrose: 20/100 HP]

"The Torso Muscle Defense!" Ambrose shouted, and his torso enlargened with powerful-looking muscles.

The muscles trapped the twisted blade inside his waist.

Arsenal tried pulling it out, but it felt like the blade was stuck inside a steel rock. In the end, the blade remained firmly lodged in Ambrose's waist, unable to be removed.

He removed his grip on the blade and chopped Ambrose in the neck with a thunderous force, managing to force him down on his knees.

Ambrose's knees touched the ground, and he lost another five health points, putting him dangerously close to death.

At that moment, he turned back to his ordinary state and pulled the twisted blade from his body, which caused him to lose another five health points.

Ambrose stood up and elbowed behind him, but Arsenal caught the elbow and swept his legs from under him.

As he crashed back-first on the ground, Arsenal slammed his fist down, but Ambrose quickly rolled out of the way and clumsily swung the twisted blade at Arsenal's legs.

Arsenal dodged the blade with a swift sidestep.

At the same moment, several arrows flew from SweetieHell's direction, flying directly towards Ambrose.

"Argh!" Ambrose stood up with a loud scream and parried the arrows clumsily with the twisted blade. It looked like he was simply swinging the sword randomly, but he still managed to hit the arrows out of the air!

To many, it might've seemed like it was all luck, but Arsenal could recognize that it was far from random. It was a display of an extreme level of skill.

…

"Come on!" Moriarty shouted at the holographic screen. "Kill them all!"

As the fight continued on, he gritted his teeth and anxiously paced back and forth.

He couldn't stand in one place for even a second at a time.

"Fuck, dodge!" Moriarty yelled, his heart pounding in his chest.

He combed his hair back with his hand, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Come on!"

…

"Oh my god!" Anna covered her mouth in shock. "He got stabbed!"

"Calm down." Jack comforted her wife and said, "The game has no pain. It looks worse than it actually is."

Emma peeked between her fingers and flinched every time someone attacked her brother.

The door again opened, and Zach entered the room, nudging his glasses up his nose bridge. He looked at the television with a racing heartbeat.

He was watching the tournament from his room, but after hearing his mother's screams from here, he decided to come check it out, and as expected, they were also watching it.

"Brother…" Zach whispered in worry.

…

The members of Rothsmith shouted at the scream as they watched the battle continue.

It was rare that the golden camera stayed in one position for too long, meaning that the tournament operators were aware that the viewers were invested in the current fight.

Mark looked at the screen with a deep look.

'He is powerful, but still, once players are able to use their full potential with their levels and skills, there's no telling how far he can go.

'It's still unclear whether he will survive through this. He has been using his strange muscle-growing skill for a lot, and that must be exhausting for him.

'Come on, survive through this, Jesse!'

…

In a dimly lit house, a cubicle-shaped television played the tournament, showing the bloody battle, and there was a distant sound of commentators cheering in the background.

However, since the television was somewhat quiet, it was hard to hear them.

Terry sat on his reclining chair while drinking beer and watching the tournament.

His eyes followed the purple-eyed player, who clumsily smashed the arrows out of the sky.

Terry winced slightly but instantly drank the beer like a thirsty animal. The sound of the arrows hitting the ground echoed faintly through the room.

"Argh…" Terry wiped his mouth and screamed. "Come on, you cannot win without killing them!"

He continued shouting, frustration filling his tone.

Terry crushed the beer can in his hand and tossed it away in a pile of already-crushed beer cans that were scattered across the floor.

"Tch…"

He grabbed one of the crushed beer cans, aimed it towards the television, and planned to throw it in a fit of anger, but then he saw a framed picture of a family of four beside the television and halted in his tracks.

"…"

Terry dropped the beer can down to the ground and leaned on the chair as the fight on television continued without a stop.

At that moment, he heard shouting from outside.

"Hurry up!"

"I heard there is an interesting fight in the tournament happening!"

"It's your fault for wanting to visit the store for snacks!"

Two siblings ran down the neighborhood with grocery bags in hand and rushed inside their homes to catch the fight before it ended.

"I guess he is going to become famous now." Terry said as he looked at his son on the television. "That's why… don't lose."

Terry lifted his fist towards the ceiling and screamed. "If they happen to know your previous name—Jesse Kraham—I don't want the name to be connected with losing!

"That's why… win!"

Tears streamed down his cheek, and he immediately wiped them off and turned his focus back on the television.

"These brats won't have a chance against you." Terry whispered. "I know how strong you are…"