Martial Online.

In the dark room, two silver-haired figures stared down at a handsome purple-eyed man.

The atmosphere seemed heavy with tension and anticipation.

"Ambrose, yours?" Ambrose nonchalantly said his name.

The cold-faced man took the baton from him and stuffed it inside his jacket.

The slender woman smiled back and said, "My name is Cleo, and this is my brother, Leo."

"I asked for your in-game names." Ambrose barely managed to turn his head to glance at the beautiful silver-haired woman.

"These are our gametags and also our real names." Cleo said with a smile. "We like to keep things simple."

"Sister, can I already kill him?" Leo asked coldly as he pressed his hand against Ambrose's neck.

"Brother, you are way too impatient." Cleo giggled and looked at Ambrose. "Leo is my twin brother, and while I have the patience, he's got the aggression."

"So, the owner and the dog. I got it." Ambrose nodded, understanding the dynamic between the siblings.

Cleo's smile froze for a moment.

"That was rude, you know?" She then turned to her brother and said, "Brother, throw him to the undead, please."

"My pleasure." Leo grinned, picked up Ambrose by his neck, and dragged him towards the window.

"Ngh." Ambrose slammed his foot on the wall to stop him from being moved, and then elbowed Leo in the stomach.

Leo didn't even flinch and threw Ambrose to the window with a powerful force.

Crack, Shatter!

The window shattered, and Ambrose leaned out of the broken glass, almost falling down.

At the ground below, horde of undead outstretched their arms towards him with a hungry-looking expression on their faces.

"Ugh…" Ambrose quickly leaned back inside and caught a quick glimpse of his health bar.

[Ambrose: 30/100]

Leo ran down the room, formed a spear with his hand, and stabbed it right into Ambrose's shoulder as if his body were a weapon itself!

"?!" Ambrose looked at the hand that was stabbing him, surprise evident on his face. 'Is his body a weapon or what?'

"A quick heads up: my brother happens to be an expert in martial arts!" Cleo grinned mischievously. "Our father happened to be a renowned martial artist as well, and he trained us everything he knew!"

Ambrose grabbed Leo's hand, pulled it out of his bleeding wound, and threw a punch towards Leo's face.

Leo put his guard up just in time to block the punch. However, the punch still pushed him back a few steps.

"Ah…" Leo shook his numb arm, and he was genuinely impressed. "Strong."

"Brother?" Cleo looked surprised. 'I never expected him to pack such a punch.'

"Rah!" Ambrose sprang forward and threw lightning-fast jabs at Leo.

When he threw those jabs, it looked like real lightning was shooting out of his fists.

Leo opened his hands and slapped his fists away with a cold look. He only touched each fist for a split second, but it still created a numb sensation in his palms.

"…" Leo stayed quiet and cold-faced while he continued to parry away those jabs.

Smack, smack, smack!

"…" Ambrose pulled back his fists and then threw a powerful uppercut.

Leo quickly sidestepped, avoiding the uppercut, and jabbed Ambrose's ribs with a quick counterattack.

"Ngh!" Ambrose couldn't defend himself in time and quickly backed off to catch his breath, feeling the strange numbness in his ribs.

It wasn't looking good, especially in his health bar.

[Ambrose: 9/100 HP]

'No other choice, damn it.' Ambrose took out a pill from the inventory and tossed it inside his mouth.

It brought his health back to full, but he and Moriarty only had one pill remaining.

"A healing pill." Cleo crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled. "That doesn't matter. More fighting for Leo."

Ambrose then felt his sprained ankle also heal. The sprained ankle was annoying because it didn't allow him to move as freely as he had hoped.

Leo formed a spear with his hand and shot it towards Ambrose, grazing his arm enough to cause a little bit of bleeding.

Ambrose started hopping off the ground like a boxer, which he was finally able to do after his ankle healed.

"Boxing, heh." Cleo smiled and shook his head. "It's a famous sport, but in a real fight, its weak against more versatile fighters."

"Boxers always have one weakness." Leo said coldly and kicked Ambrose's shinbone with a resounding smack. "Their legs."

"Tch." Ambrose clicked his tongue and threw a storm of powerful jabs at Leo, but each one was deftly parried with ease.

Leo moved his hands sideways as if he were wiping a window and neatly parried every punch thrown at him. Not a single one managed to even touch his clothes.

Ambrose's left leg twitched as he prepared to throw a devastating roundhouse kick.

However, Leo saw that small twitch and slammed his foot down onto Ambrose's leg, effectively stopping the roundhouse kick.

"How?" Ambrose's mind raced, trying to comprehend how Leo had managed to anticipate and counter his move so flawlessly.

"Experience." Leo replied coldly. "You realized that boxing won't get you anywhere?"

"Argh!" Ambrose threw an uppercut, but Leo dodged it effortlessly and landed a swift jab at Ambrose's jaw.

"Ngh…" He staggered backwards like a drunken man as his vision turned hazy and his legs gave out.

However, before he crashed down on his buttocks, he managed to catch himself and regain his balance.

Leo leaped off the ground and kicked Ambrose square in the chest, sending him flying several feet backward.

Ambrose crossed his arms in front of his body and crashed back-first on the hard wooden wall with a loud thud, leaving a deep dent behind.

"Brother, are you having fun?" Cleo asked with a playful smile.

"…" Leo didn't answer and stood still while hiding the fact that his leg was trembling. 'Is his body made of concrete or what?'

Cleo smiled to herself, but then a hand appeared behind her and grabbed her by the neck. Her smile quickly faded, and she whistled to her brother.

Leo turned around and was about to rush to help his sister.

But then Moriarty squeezed her throat and said, "Don't you move."

"Ngh…" Ambrose rubbed his chest and raised his gaze. "Moriarty."

"Ambrose, did I interrupt something?" Moriarty asked with an amused smile.

"Wait, Moriarty?" Cleo turned around, and her eyes sparked up. "Oh my, Little Mori Mori!"

"…" Moriarty coldly lowered his gaze at her, and after seeing who it was, he grimaced in annoyance. "Cleo…"

"Why are you sounding so annoyed?" Cleo acted like she was hurt and pouted. "Little Mori Mori, that is not very nice!"

"You know them?" Ambrose asked.

"Kind of." Moriarty rolled his eyes and let go of Cleo's neck.

Cleo rubbed her neck and walked to the side of her brother.

"Moriarty." Leo coldly said without changing his expression. "You and him… are a team?"

"Yeah, so?" Moriarty raised an eyebrow.

"…" Leo stayed silent, as if he were thinking about something.

"Well, what a coincidence." Cleo smiled and stared at the hole in the ceiling that gave enough moonlight to the room to see each other.

"Ambrose, let's leave these two crazies alone. It's way too big of a headache." Moriarty said and it looked like he planned to leave the room.

"That's rude!" Cleo put her hands on her waist and pouted at Moriarty. "Little Mori Mori, don't treat us like strangers!"

Moriarty rolled his eyes, and he left the room with Ambrose.

Ambrose looked back at Cleo and Leo, wondering what their relationship with Moriarty was.

Cleo waved her hand at Ambrose with a smile. "Bye bye."

"…" Leo stared at Ambrose and hid his injured hand inside his pocket.