Martial Online.

Cleo closed the door after the departure of Moriarty and Ambrose.

"We are just letting them be?" Leo asked.

"Yeah, why not?" Cleo looked at her brother with a smile.

"…" Leo shrugged his shoulders and took a seat on the ground below the destroyed window.

"I've felt a little need for a bathroom break." Cleo turned to her brother and asked. "What do you think happens if I log off for a moment?"

"Just put a temporary spawn and come back, I think." Leo said.

"Is the risk worth it?" Cleo asked with a smile.

"Can you hold it in?" Leo asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope!" Cleo shook her head with a childish laugh.

"Then go." Leo closed his eyes. "If we get disqualified, so be it."

"All right!" Cleo laughed, brought out his interface, put his temporary spawn in the room, and then logged out.

Leo watched as his sister disappeared and then looked at his body to see if he was also going to vanish.

However, nothing happened.

"…" Leo didn't feel relieved or happy; he was just indifferent.

He then pulled out his injured hand from his pocket and saw a few bones poking through the flesh.

'My Hand Spear had been successful before, and I have trained my flesh for all my life to not break my hand, but this time, it had failed miserably.

'Why? What's his body made of?'

He silently stuffed the broken bones back inside his hand and used his sleeve to clean up the blood.

After a short while, Cleo returned among flash of light, and let out a thrilled laugh after seeing that they weren't disqualified.

"Ahh, I feel much better!" She smiled hugely and looked at her brother. "What about you Leo, want to take a visit in the bathroom?"

"Sure, I guess." Leo put his temporary spawn, and pressed the log out button.

Cleo sat down on the ground, and waited patiently with a smile on her face. She didn't seem to be bothered by the screaming of the undead.

…

"So, who were they?" Ambrose asked as he and Moriarty sat down on the bottom floor's stairs.

"Cleo and Leo are known as the Kiramise Twins." Moriarty said. "That title actually came from the real world, as they practice martial arts known as Kiramise."

"They transferred their knowledge of Kiramise to Martial Online and became one of the most powerful Brawler-class users in the whole game.

"In martial arts skills alone, they are close to the very top.

"I only know them briefly as I traveled on the same ship as them in Dark Waters." Moriarty sighed, certain that it was indeed strange for fate to bring them together like this.

"They were searching for some legendary city of martial arts. I don't know all, but I only know they finished some hidden Brawler-class quests and received a hint about that city.

"I don't know if they found it or not."

"They're indeed powerful." Ambrose sighed. "I wasn't a match for Leo."

"Don't feel bad; there are a rare few that can." Moriarty patted his shoulder in consolation.

"Without our stats, skills, and weapons, defeating Leo is a very small possibility.

"Now that I think about it, this first round is extremely made for Brawler-class users, as they already have experience in fighting unarmed combat."

"Yeah…" Ambrose sighed and looked at him. "You can sleep for another hour if you want."

"Nah, I am fine." Moriarty put his arms back down and stretched. "I don't think I can sleep anymore. You can sleep; there are about five hours till the sun is up."

Ambrose nodded and went to find himself a quiet corner to settle in and rest. He soon found a comfortable spot and closed his eyes while replaying the events in his mind.

"…"

Without any warning, he suddenly threw a punch in the air as if he were hitting an invisible enemy and softly opened his eyes.

'How come I couldn't land a hit on him? Do I lack speed, or is he just much faster?'

'What was I missing?'

He touched his bleeding shoulder and remembered the sight of Leo using his whole body as a weapon. His spear-like hand did more damage to him than the rusty knife would have.

Ambrose slowly rose to his feet and threw a whip-like kick in front of him. It created a whoosh of air as the kick sliced through the empty space.

He then followed up with a series of punches and elbows.

"Not tired?" Moriarty looked from behind the corner and said, "Well, who would after such an adrenaline-filled fight?"

"Yeah…" Ambrose clenched and loosened his fists, feeling the lingering energy coursing through his veins.

"What are you doing?" Moriarty asked as he slowly approached him.

"I don't really know." Ambrose threw a sloppy punch in front of him. "I just can't seem to calm down."

"Well, I think if you want to spar against someone, a living person is better than air." Moriarty removed his jacket and flexed his muscles.

Ambrose nodded in gratitude and faced him while hopping like a boxer.

"I am not at Leo's level, but I know my fair share of martial arts." Moriarty put his arms up.

Ambrose bounced off the ground and threw a powerful straight punch at him.

Moriarty used his shoulder to block the punch and countered with a straight punch of his own.

Ambrose caught the punch with his hand and twisted Moriarty's arm, trying to pull him to the ground.

However, Moriarty used his shoulder to push the fist away and then used the same arm to deliver a powerful elbow strike to Ambrose's face.

Before it could land, Ambrose ducked out of the way into a crouching stance.

Moriarty quickly kneed him towards the face, but Ambrose managed to put his hand in the way and block the knee strike that could've shattered his nose.

Ambrose tossed him aside and threw a straight punch that landed on Moriarty's block.

Smack!

Moriarty swaggered backwards from the force of Ambrose's punch, momentarily losing his balance.

'Sheesh, what the hell is with his strength?' Moriarty also glanced at his shoulder, which had lost all of its feeling once he used it to block his punch.

Ambrose quickly moved his foot behind Moriarty's heel and swept his leg out from under him.

Moriarty fell down to his buttocks.

At that moment, Ambrose rushed in and smashed his fist down.

Moriarty's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly rolled out of the way.

CRACK!

The fist smashed through the solid floor and sent shards of broken wood flying about.

Moriarty awkwardly staggered back to his feet and felt cold sweat drenching his back. If he had taken the punch head-on, it would have surely knocked him unconscious.

Swoosh!

A terrifying sound tickled his ears.

Ambrose rushed after him and threw a storm of furious punches. His glorious purple eyes had lost their focus and were fueled with one goal: attack!

'H-he is suddenly much faster!' Moriarty thought, struggling to keep up with Ambrose's lightning-fast movements.

He could barely see Ambrose's fists as they blazed through the air.

Moriarty tried to dodge, but Ambrose's punches were too swift and relentless. They rained down on him like the power of Mother Nature.

"A-Ambrose, calm down; you are going to kill me!"

As the fist was about to smash through his face, it stopped suddenly, just inches away from Moriarty's nose.

He looked at the fist with a bleached face and looked at Ambrose in shock.

Drip, drip.

"Huh…" Ambrose touched his nose, which was bleeding profusely.

The shocking thing was that it wasn't blue blood but instead crimson blood, as if it were the real thing!

"Ambrose?" Moriarty called out to him, but he couldn't hear anything.

Ambrose's vision turned hazy, and his legs gave out, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Ambrose!"