Martial Online.

Chapter 481 The Trickery

?"So easy, hahaha!" Godfraud gloated with a smug grin on his face.

Deimos chuckled along.

"Hmph." Moriarty grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Ambrose crossed his arms in front of his chest and thought,

'When Godfraud ran past Deimos, they changed the handball carriers. Godfraud hid the handball in one of his dozen hands, and when he moved those arms towards us, the arm that was carrying the handball sneaked past us while we were occupied with those other arms.

'A nicely planned trick.'

Ambrose grumbled under his breath, but he agreed that Godfraud used his strange ability nicely.

Deimos and Godfraud then appeared in their goal, and without further ado, they started rushing towards the white-railed bridge before the handball even appeared.

Ambrose launched forward and used Formlessness to move at blitzering speed. He was clearly the fastest person in the room currently!

At that moment, Deimos's eyes flashed with lightning, and he turned into silvery lightning.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, he zigzagged through the air and neared the white-railed bridge with speed that surpassed even Ambrose!

In that moment, the handball appeared at the center of the bridge.

Ambrose puffed his chest and screamed. "Howling Rage!"

An otherworldly scream blasted out of his mouth and struck the lightning-covered Deimos right in the ear. He stopped mid-air and dropped back to the ground like a stone in the river.

He was twitching and squirming, desperately trying to move forward, but couldn't!

Ambrose arrived at the white-railed bridge and snatched the handball from the ground.

"Damn!"

Deimos screamed, shook off the effects of the scream, and stood back to his feet. He glared at Ambrose with anger. It was clear that he wasn't very happy about the scream attack.

Ambrose moved the handball in his hands, switching it from one hand to the other, a sly grin forming on his face.

And then, when he was about to switch the ball from one hand to the other, he threw it harder on purpose and made the handball fly across the room.

However, it wasn't going towards the goal but instead left the side of the room, where there were nothing but bushes and a few trees.

Deimos' eyebrow jumped, but at that moment, he saw a figure appear from nowhere as if he had just teleported and snatched the ball from the air.

It was none other than Moriarty, who used his Dimension Crossing powers to move across the room unnoticed!

"Shit!" Deimos planned to rush towards Moriarty, but at that moment, a sword made of golden light stabbed the ground in front of him.

Deimos came to an instant stop and looked towards Ambrose, who threw the strange sword. It was clear that he wasn't allowing him to go anywhere.

"Bothersome." Deimos clicked his tongue.

Ambrose grabbed the crimson sword with both hands, and then the sword ignited in a fiery blaze, and it turned into two shortswords.

"Mm, can you handle my dual-wielding, I wonder?"

Ambrose said with a slight smile.

"Hmph." Deimos pulled out a pair of axes from his belt. "You're not the only dual-wielder here."

"Nice." Ambrose grinned. "This'll be good practice when I eventually meet him on the battlefield."

"Ha!"

Deimos let out a war cry and leaped off the ground before bringing his axes down.

Ambrose blocked the axes and deflected them to the side. The axes crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact.

Deimos gritted his teeth and began smashing the axes at the crimson swords. The sparks flew like fiery fireworks as the clash of steel filled the air.

Ambrose continued backing down as he effortlessly parried Deimos' attacks. They backed off all the way to the white-railed bridge and continued there, exchanging blows of steel.

They looked like they were dancing as they gracefully moved across the bridge, their weapons a blur of light and shadow.

Deimos swung his left-armed axe down, just to barely miss Ambrose as he twisted his body out of the way. The axe smashed through the bridge and sent splinters flying into the air. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to /n/o/vel/b/in.

Ambrose moved his swords over his shoulders and smashed them at the axe with explosive damage.

Boom!

Deimos gritted his teeth as an explosion suddenly struck his axe, and he was forced to slide backwards from the impact. Googlᴇ search ɴovᴇlꜰɪre.ɴet

At that moment, Ambrose moved forward using Formlessness, moving gracefully and silently through the bridge, and started delivering his own series of attacks.

Deimos clumsily backed off while moving the axes to intercept the crimson swords, but he was no match for the pure strength of these attacks.

In the end, Ambrose pushed one of the axes aside with a powerful swing and then stabbed the other sword through Deimos' shoulder.

Deimos gritted his teeth and was forced to drop his other axe as he couldn't feel his shoulder anymore.

'I'll lose if I'll try to fight him head-on!'

Deimos thought, and he raised his axe high above his head.

At that moment, silvery lightning started twirling around the axe's blade.

"The Lightning Axe Blow of Ninth Heaven!"

The axe blasted towards Ambrose with the incredible force of the lightning that electrified all the surroundings.

"Howling Rage!" Ambrose screamed; a powerful shout left his mouth, and it struck Deimos in the chest.

"Ugh!" Deimos stopped during his swing and stood still while suffering the stunning effect.

He desperately looked at his opponent as he was so close to delivering his attack, but his body didn't listen to him for some reason!

"Slash of the Six Worlds!"

Ambrose crossed the swords in front of his chest and his muscles swelled with power. Then he smashed his swords down and the ground cracked beneath his feet, creating a shockwave that reverberated through the room.

The swords devastingly shredded through Deimos and left nothing but a cloud of blood in their wake.

Deimos' body turned into a cloud of blood, and he vanished entirely from the room.

"…" Ambrose slowly slipped his swords back inside the scabbards.

…

Moriarty twirled the handball in his hand as he approached Godfraud, who was protecting the goal with several dozen arms poking out of his back. It looked like he was ten goalkeepers turned into one body.

"You cannot make a goal." Godfraud said and stood his ground. "I ain't letting you, even if it costs me my life."

"I cannot be dragging him back, ever again." Moriarty pointed the handball towards Godfraud and squeezed it hard. "I'll score this goal, no matter what."

"Come on, then!" Godfraud screamed and summoned another dozen arms from his back. They looked like branches of a tall tree, and they were blocking almost the whole goal.

"The Knight Army." Moriarty whispered under his breath.

At that moment, over a dozen illusionary horses with knights riding them appeared behind Moriarty and started riding towards the goal like a stampede of wild animals.

Godfraud's eyes bulged in shock.

"Onwards!" Moriarty screamed and ran ahead of the stampede, leading his knight army towards their ultimate victory.

"Come oooon!" Godfraud screamed, and as the knights approached him, he shut down his eyes and waited for the inevitable collision.

But then everything went quiet, and Godfraud couldn't hear anything.

Swoosh… the illusionary knights and horses disappeared like a gust of wind.

Ding, ding!

"H-huh?" Godfraud fluttered his eyes open and saw the illusionary figures disappear, but then he heard the dinging noise and turned his head around to the goal.

There, the handball was slowly rolling inside the net.

"H-how…"

Moriarty stood beside the net, his arm extended in between two of Godfraud's arms. There was a big enough gap between the two arms to throw the handball through.

While Godfraud closed his eyes and expected the horses to run over him, Moriarty simply put the handball in the net, as he knew the illusionary horses weren't able to damage anyone.

It was a simple trick, but he managed to use Godfraud's fear against him.

"You're not the only one who can trick others." Moriarty said. "2-1. One more, and you've lost."

"Shit…" Godfraud looked sour.