Martial Online.



As the flickering lanterns on the far-away ceiling dimmed away, the alleyway turned darker until a small ray of light came from one of the imposing structures in the distance.

Once the light fell on Olympos' face, he asked. "By the way, how did you find me?"

"With the help of the VOD of your stream." Ambrose said while putting the camera into night vision to see the fight better.

"I stopped the stream when I was walking down a street, and how did you guess I would come back to that place?"

Olympos questioned him, as it was clear that Ambrose expected him to return to Street of Sex.

As a result, he paid one of the prostitutes to lead him into one of the alleyways so that they could easily fight without anyone else interfering. 

"A hunch," Ambrose said, making the floating camera return to hovering in the air.

"While watching your VOD, I saw your interaction with one of the prostitutes. It was clear that you were tempted, and I believed you couldn't escape your desires, like how you stole my video idea."

"Hah, I didn't steal anything!" Olympos replied loudly while looking strongly in disagreement.

It was an act he was putting out because the camera was recording them.

As long as he kept denying, it might look like Ambrose was simply accusing him without any proof.

"Heh." Ambrose chuckled. "Then, I remembered the street where you were. Street of Alcohol.

"I then looked around the nearby area until I found you, sitting in that tavern.

"Then I hurried to the Street of Sex to pay off the prostitute in case you went there."

"What if I hadn't?" Olympos asked.

"A backup plan." Ambrose smiled. "You were followed by a certain fellow, who would have dragged you here if necessary.

"If he had seen you planning to log off, he would have dragged you here.

"If you had planned to visit another brothel and not that prostitute, he would have dragged you here.

"If you planned to leave Warhaven, he would have dragged you here."

Olympos' face turned cold from sweat and looked behind him, but he couldn't see anything but dimly lit alleyways.

He didn't expect to be followed.

Before visiting the prostitute, Ambrose quickly visited Isaac, the bartender, who accepted to help.

To ensure the success, Ambrose told Isaac that if it looked like Olympos was pressing something on the empty air, he should take immediate action and put him into combat state.

It would stop Olympos from being able to log off.

However, it worked better than Ambrose expected.

He doubted that Olympos would actually fall into the temptation of the beautiful prostitute, but he underestimated his desire for the flesh.

"I see, haha." Olympos nervously chuckled. "So, you targeted me because of my video? How is it my fault that you happened to make the same video I had planned for weeks?"

"Haha." Ambrose simply laughed and then moved his left arm behind his back.

He wielded his sword with only his right arm.

'He is planning to fight me with only one arm? Does he think I am weak?' Olympos wrinkled his brows.

'Even during battles, I shouldn't forget to train simultaneously.' Ambrose thought.

"Tch." Olympos clicked his tongue and then swung his arm like a whip.

The dagger shot out of his hand and sliced through the air, leaving behind a sharp whistling sound.

Clang—with his one-armed swordsmanship, Ambrose deflected the dagger with ease.

The dagger clattered to the ground, no longer a threat.

However, then Olympos outstretched his arm, and the dagger shot back into his hand.

'He can summon his daggers back to him?' Ambrose wondered in disbelief.

Fans of Olympos were already aware of this ability of his.

However, Ambrose had never seen a video of him engaging in combat.

As a result, he was somewhat surprised. 

"Ah!" Olympos screamed and hurled the dagger back at Ambrose.

Ambrose took a step backward and smashed his black blade into the flying dagger.

The dagger clattered to the ground, and as it bounced back into the air, it flew straight back to Olympos.

Olympos caught it masterfully and jumped across the air with great jumping strength.

His agility stat was clearly high.

Ambrose dodged Olympos' sudden strike and saw him land effortlessly on the ground before again tossing his dagger at him.

He quickly deflected the dagger, but then Olympos caught it in midair and began delivering swift slashes.

"Basic Parry." Ambrose muttered under his breath and started parrying the dagger strikes, but he noticed that his speed was lacking.

Therefore, Olympos managed to pass his defenses and graze his cheek, leaving behind a small scar-inducing wound.

Ambrose winced in surprise and jumped backwards to distance himself from the daggerwielder.

He quickly assessed the situation and realized that he might not be a match for Olympos in close combat, which was a surprise to him.

'He is faster, but his attacks don't deliver a lot of damage.'

Ambrose thought and checked his health bar on the left side of his vision.

[HP: 328/340]

Olympos' attack only made him suffer 12 damage, which would be 24 without being halved.

It was still a very minimal amount of damage.

However, after assessing the situation, even if he couldn't compete in close combat, he still had a longer range of attack and could deliver much more damage.

Olympos lunged forward and slashed his dagger down towards the center of Ambrose's forehead.

Ambrose lifted his sword, blocking the attack with a loud clang.

Olympos gritted his teeth and quickly moved to the left side of Ambrose.

'Since he doesn't use his left arm, he is completely defenseless on that side!' He thought while the dagger glinted in his hand.

As the fingers wrapped around the hilt of his dagger trembled, he stabbed it forward with a loud scream.

As the dagger approached the waist of his opponent, Olympos' eyes widened with joy and satisfaction, reveling in the anticipation of victory.

However, then the black blade descended quickly and smashed the dagger out of his hand.

The dagger flew to the end of the alleyway, landing beside a discarded pile of trash.

Olympos outstretched his arm towards the dagger, summoning it back.

As the dagger flew out of the ground, approaching Olympos, a black blade suddenly interjected and sent it flying away again.

"Ugh!" Olympos' face paled as the black blade reflected his terrified face.

"High Pain!" Ambrose screamed and slashed the black blade through Olympos' chest, causing him to fall on his buttocks to the ground.

Blood poured from the wound, coating Olympos' shirt and the pavement below in blue.

"Ngh!" Olympos groaned loudly, and as he planned to outstretch his arm and summon the dagger back to him, he realized that his body was under a stun effect!

'Stun?!'

He had heard about stun effects from his good friend 89John, who had one of the skills that managed to inflict stun effects.

He had always hoped that he would never have to experience it himself.

A shadow then appeared over him, but because of the stun effect, he couldn't look up.

However, he knew who it was.

A black blade suddenly landed on top of his shoulder.

It was simply resting there.

"Tell the truth. Did you steal my video idea?" Ambrose asked, placing the black blade against Olympos' neck.

"No..." Olympos whimpered and gritted his teeth as he desired to move his arms but couldn't.

"Tell the truth!" Ambrose shouted and lifted his sword to deliver the final blow.

"Fuck you!" Olympos screamed and lifted his right arm suddenly.

The dagger flew right back to his hand.

Olympos then smashed the dagger into the incoming black blade, causing sparks to fly. He hideously grinned as he looked Ambrose in the face.

"You are nothing.

"I am Olympos!

"I am revered and loved by all."

After whispering those words, he heard something buzzing behind his head,

Ambrose looked at the young man and suddenly cracked a smile.

The floating camera appeared behind Olympos, recording every single word in very high detail.

'Shit, when did it appear behind me?!' Olympos thought anxiously as he turned around and saw the camera right in front of his face.

He thought it was still high in the air, recording.

As Olympos' face slowly turned colder, he realized there was only one thing to do.

He had to kill Ambrose and destroy the camera.

Otherwise, everything he said would be shown to millions of viewers, and his reputation would suffer!