Martial Online.

Chapter 478 Great Crimson

?Moriarty opened his eyes wide and looked around for any escape.

'In your ten.' The knight's soul spoke inside his mind.

Moriarty turned his head slightly to the left and saw a door tucked away in a corner with a rusty key hanging from the doorknob. It was the only door in the room!

He tapped Ambrose's shoulder and pointed towards the tucked away door.

Ambrose nodded in confirmation and focused his gaze on their opponents, as he doubted they would allow them to leave so easily.

The loud-voiced player ignored the eventual fate of drowning, and ragefully brought his sword down at Ambrose, but before it could reach the target, the crimson sword flashed to the front, intercepting the attack with a swift parry.

The other player, named Chatter, rushed in towards Moriarty and swung his axe down like a lumberjack, aiming to cleave the log in half.

Moriarty swiftly parried the axe with a relaxed swing. However, that wasn't all.

In Chatter's cheek, a small, bleeding scratch appeared, as if the parry had injured him somehow!

Chatter grimaced for a moment but continued attacking.

He and Moriarty began exchanging blows of steel.

However, while Chatter pressured Moriarty more, staying on the offensive, Moriarty only parried and blocked while keeping himself stabilized below the water.

Usually, that wouldn't allow him to win any fight, but this time around, Chatter was the only one who received any sort of damage.

'I'll never lose again. No matter how many opponents I have to face!'

Moriarty's facial muscles tightened, and he parried another one of Chatter's attacks. This time around, he grabbed the spear with both hands and brought it down on the axe.

Dum…

A silent, echoing clang reverberated through the water.

Chatter gritted his teeth as the powerful spear slam rocked his axe-wielding arm. He couldn't help but open his mouth to cough, and this caused water to rush in, filling his lungs.

Moriarty masterfully twirled the spear around him and slammed the butt of the spear shaft into Chatter's stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Chatter opened his mouth to gasp for air, but all that came out was a gurgling sound.

The blow to the stomach sent him swimming backwards through the water and crashed into the wall behind him.

Chatter gritted his teeth hideously as he couldn't breathe and felt his consciousness slipping away from the lack of oxygen.

At that moment, Moriarty swam down towards him with spear in hand, and drove it straight through Chatter's chest, ending his life in an instant.

As he vanished into nothing but particles of pixels, Moriarty turned around to see Ambrose fighting against the loud-voiced player, whose name was Sparkles.

Ambrose blocked the relentless strikes with the crimson sword's large blade, but even he could feel his oxygen supply running out.

He was quite surprised that Sparkles was still able to fight so fiercely despite using more air by attacking constantly.

'He must be a swimmer or diver in real life.'

Ambrose came to that conclusion and then saw that Moriarty had finished his fight and was waiting for him near the door.

However, Moriarty was also signaling with his body language that he was ready to help if needed.

Ambrose shook his head, as he didn't think he needed any assistance.

Moriarty nodded in understanding and respected his decision. He also wanted to see just what Ambrose was capable of doing with his full strength.

His fight against Zahhak already made Moriarty very glad that he chose him as his partner. However, Ambrose's real strength was still unknown to Moriarty.

Ambrose placed both his hands on the crimson sword's handle and increased the muscle mass in his arms, causing them to bulge with power.

'Muscle Attack!'

Ambrose shouted inwardly and faced the crazy-looking Sparkles.

'The first rounds would've been so easy if I only had my strength with me. Now that I have my strength with me, I can't struggle against these nobodies.

'Great Crimson, explode with power!'

Great Crimson, the sword in his hand, glowed slightly as Ambrose channeled his remaining energy into it.

Splashes of fiery red erupted from the blade, engulfing the surrounding area in blazing red. It looked like the water had turned into a sea of fire.

Sparkles narrowed his eyes and put his sword in front of him as he planned to tank the attack head-on.

'This is nothing against the terrors I faced to get here. Come on, I'll tank the attack, and then do a counterattack that will make his head roll down from his shoulders!'

Ambrose lifted the heavy sword above his head and cleaved it through the water with a force that sent ripples cascading in all directions.

As the shockwave reached Sparkles, his eyes widened in fear as he realized this wasn't the kind of attack that could be blocked.

At that moment, the sword slash sliced through the water and decimated the water in a powerful display of force. The water in the room got split in half, creating a wall of rushing currents that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

In the middle of the room, there was now dry land that had been drenched only moments prior.

The sword slash went through Sparkles and separated him in two. The two halves of Sparkles collapsed on the drenched floor, lifeless and motionless.

Ambrose landed gracefully back on the ground with a cold look, and then, closed his eyes.

The two walls of water that had been cut by him came rushing in and filled the room with water once again.

Ambrose sheathed the sword, and swam through the current towards the door. There, Moriarty was already waiting, and after seeing him approach, he turned the rusty key in the lock and opened the door.

At the same moment, all the water in the room poured out, taking Moriarty and Ambrose with them.

They were swept away by the powerful current and eventually found themselves in another room. The water poured down into an enormous hole in the ground, disappearing into the depths below.

"Ugh…" Ambrose coughed out water from his lungs and looked at the hole that was only a few meters from him.

The hole separated the room in two, and currently, they were the only ones in the room.

"I am drenched." Moriarty looked at his drenched clothes and groaned in displeasure, as it felt like he was dragging a ton of weight with each step.

"Whew…" Ambrose sat down on the ground and squeezed the water off his clothes.

Moriarty did the same and glanced at Ambrose briefly, remembering the sight of the whole room getting cut in half. It was an incredible show of power.

What frightened him was that he didn't think that was even the full extent of Ambrose's abilities.

'Luckily, he is on my side…'

Moriarty thought and remembered the puzzle card. It was worrying him greatly, as he had thought about it for the past few days.

'A clash of two opposing wills. What can be the answer to that question…' Moriarty glanced at Ambrose and frowned. 'That cannot be the answer, or is it?'

Ding, ding!

At that moment, they heard two dings, and then the door on the other side of the room opened. Two players, dressed in armor, stepped inside with smirks on their faces.

It looked like they were happy after successfully defeating their previous opponents and were clearly ready for the next challenge with their all-time high morale.

Swoosh.

Then, a countdown appeared on the wall. It was slowly ticking down, and ten minutes remained till it struck zero.