Martial Online.

In the grand-looking room, the light through the curtains was getting dark as the sun began to set.

Currently in the room, a fight was about to happen.

Arsenal narrowed his gaze and analyzed Cerberus's stance.

He was standing tall, his muscles tense, and his arms raised in front of his body. It looked like Cerberus would first see what Arsenal did and then counter-attack.

'A classic battle strategy.' Arsenal thought. 'I've seen this many times from new recruits. They're afraid to fight those who are more experienced because they don't want to make mistakes.

'However, now that Cerberus has put himself on the defensive end, as long as I keep putting pressure on him, he will crack and lose.'

Arsenal lunged forward and threw a straight punch towards Cerberus' block. It looked like he was going to start with a strong and aggressive attack.

Cerberus slightly lowered his stance in preparation for the attack.

At that moment, Arsenal stopped his punch and grabbed Cerberus' legs to attempt a takedown.

Cerberus failed to react and was quickly taken to the ground.

Arsenal mounted him and began raining down punches.

Cerberus quickly put his arms up to defend himself and felt the full force of Arsenal's strikes. However, his expression remained cold as he endured the barrage of punches.

"You're fool." Arsenal spat out and increased the weight behind his punches. "You should never go on defense when you're up against a person with greater experience."

"The thing is, I know all about you." Cerberus smiled while his arms rattled under the barrage of punches. "When you think you're stronger than your opponent, you become careless."

Arsenal's eyes narrowed, and he threw another punch that he thought would be enough to break through his defenses.

But then Cerberus removed his blocks and stabbed his fingers directly into Arsenal's eyes.

"Aargh!" Arsenal cried out and held his bleeding eyes while screaming.

Cerberus pushed Arsenal out of the way and stood over him, looking at him writhing on the ground.

At that moment, Arsenal blindly reached out to his inventory in an attempt to take out his medicine pills.

But then Cerberus stomped over his arm and crushed his hand, causing Arsenal to let out a cry of frustration.

"Without your arrogance, you would've tried to defeat me by grappling." Cerberus said with a scoff. "But you tried to punch through me like a fool."

"In terms of grappling, I wouldn't be a match for you, and I would've lost the fight. Now, you're losing because you wanted to humiliate me."

"Damn it!" Arsenal screamed out and shouted. "Fine, I lose!"

"I still hear defiance in your voice." Cerberus's eyes turned cold, and he then stomped over Arsenal's head and smashed his skull into the ground.

Arsenal's nose broke, and blood began to pour out onto the floor.

"Brother!" Andromeda called out. "You've won!"

"Not yet." Cerberus grabbed Arsenal by the hair and yanked him up before throwing him against the wall with a bone-crushing force.

Arsenal coughed out blood.

Cerberus rushed in and continued to deliver blow after blow, mercilessly pummeling Arsenal into submission.

The bones were crushed, and Arsenal's body became limp and lifeless.

"How is he not dead yet?" Redheart frowned and checked the inventory.

He then came to a shocked revelation.

"W-wait, there is no health in this place?"

"Exactly." Cerberus said while punching Arsenal into unconsciousness. "You cannot die here. I suppose it would ruin the Game Master's plans for the upcoming round."

"Come on, someone stop him!" Andromeda shouted.

Others looked at her before shaking their heads.

"No." Redheart said coldly and started to smile creepily. "This is good. The real Cerberus is finally coming from his shell."

Arsenal fell unconscious multiple times, but each punch brought him back to consciousness. He could only helplessly watch as Cerberus punched him repeatedly.

"Argh!" Cerberus dealt another punch, which shattered Arsenal's face.

He then stepped back, admiring his handiwork.

Arsenal was left lying on the ground, bloodied and broken. He was blind, bloodied, and barely able to breathe because of the blood that was filling his mouth.

"Hmm." Cerberus cleaned his bloodied hands with a satisfied smirk on his face. "I know you can still hear me, Arsenal. Log the fuck out, and when you return, I expect better

behavior from you."

Arsenal couldn't respond properly and only nodded before pressing the log-out button with his broken arm.

He then vanished from the room.

"Haaah…" Cerberus took a deep breath and looked at the member of Zahhak with a crazy look in his eyes. "Anyone else want to fight?"

Everyone shook their heads and simply lowered their heads to show their loyalty.

Redheart grinned crazily and realized that the old Cerberus had made his return.

"Whoo…" Cerberus cracked his neck and smiled. "Whoo... it's time for some chaos."

…

In the facility area, the players had found themselves something to do while a few searched through all the places for any clues for the upcoming second round.

Ambrose leaned against the window and gazed out at the players.

Cleo and Leo played air hockey against each other, and then Cleo scored the winning goal with a powerful shot.

"Yaay!" Cleo laughed and threw her arms up in the air. "I won!"

Leo put the air hockey paddle down and nodded in congratulations to his twin sister.

Moriarty then walked down from the arcade's second floor and shook his head as a signal that he didn't find anything special there.

"I wonder where the clue is hidden." He sighed and joined Ambrose at the same table. "I doubt it's in any of the player rooms."

"Little Mori Mori, play with me!" Cleo exclaimed. "I am currently undefeated!"

"Piss off." Moriarty rolled his eyes and tapped his finger impatiently on the tabletop.

"Pou." Cleo pouted and looked at Ambrose. "What about you, bad boy? Want to feel the bitter taste of defeat?"

"I am fine." Ambrose replied calmly, not showing any interest in Cleo's challenge.

"You two are so boring~" Cleo leaned against the air hockey table and sighed dramatically.

At that moment, two figures entered the arcade and looked around with a keen eye.

A tall, over-two-meter-tall man with a stern expression and a wild-looking man with a leather jacket and a sigil of roaring engines emblazoned on the back stepped deeper inside the arcade.

Moriarty raised his eyebrow and looked at the two with curiosity, wondering what they were up to. He couldn't quite recognize the sigil.

Ambrose nonchalantly glanced at them before turning his gaze back to the window.

Cleo and Leo also couldn't recognize them, as they had spent last month in Dark Waters.

"You, there." Blackfist pointed at Ambrose and smiled. "I know you, don't I?"

"How should I know?" Ambrose looked at him with his bright, purple eyes and asked. "Well, do you know me?"

"Yeah, I do." Blackfist grinned. "Ambrose. I saw your face in the newspaper."

'Ambrose?' Motorhero glanced at the purple-eyed man and narrowed his eyes. 'The one Zahhak couldn't catch.'

"Good for you." Ambrose said. "I don't know you."

"Haha, I suppose you haven't been in Amaterasu for quite some time." Blackfist leaned on the table and grinned. "Roaring Engines are now the dominant force in the city."

'Roaring Engines? I think I've heard about them.' Ambrose couldn't remember.

"Let's go, Blackfist." Motorhero looked away from the purple-

eyed man and headed over to the second floor.

"Okay, boss." Blackfist grinned and looked at Ambrose. "I am a big fan. Apparently, you're one of the most evil bastards out there, according to rules."

"Heh." Ambrose grinned and turned back to the window without revealing his true thoughts.

Blackfist narrowed his eyes with a dangerous glint and joined Motorhero in going to the second floor.

"More friends?" Cleo giggled.

"…" Ambrose leaned against his hand.