Ambrose darted forward with heavy steps, and he put his left arm in front of him. The arm's muscles started growing larger and more defined with each step.
The arrows flew across the air towards him.
Then, Ambrose used the muscle-covered arm to block them as if it were a steel shield and swung the twisted blade through the bow.
SweetieHell held the broken bow with a grimace and performed graceful backflips across the street, backing away from Ambrose.
At that moment, AnarchyCat jumped to Ambrose's shoulders and coiled his legs around his neck, trying to choke him out.
"Ngh!"
"The Neck Muscle Defense!"
Ambrose screamed, and the muscles in his neck bulged out, straining against AnarchyCat's grip. In the end, the muscles proved to be too strong for AnarchyCat to overcome.
"This damn muscle freak!" AnarchyCat screamed and jumped backwards with a grimaced expression, as his trademark move again didn't work.
"Whoo…"
Ambrose breathed heavily, and the muscles returned to normal once again. However, he was sweating heavily, and his heart was pounding in his chest.
It was far too exhausting to constantly use his skills, and if he hadn't improved his stamina by himself during his morning jogging sessions, he would've been out of commission already.
Arsenal watched him and smirked.
'He has been straining himself with the skill. Every player knows that you can't use your skills constantly without depleting your stamina.
'That's why we've been playing time and rotating our attacking players to keep them fresh and prevent burnout while Ambrose depletes his stamina reserves.
'It looks like he can't keep standing for much longer!'
Ambrose breathed heavily and saw that his vision was turning blurry. It meant that he had finally reached his limit.
However, he was expecting that, as he wasn't a fool and knew that by using his skill dozens of times, he would eventually exhaust himself.
But this skill wasn't quite normal.
In the Room of Damnation, he was thinking deeply about what kind of skill he needed and wanted.
The lack of stamina often frustrated him, and he didn't want to use too many stat points to cover for that, and exercising would take far too long.
He still exercised every day, but he knew he needed a skill that would help him cover for the lack of stamina as soon as possible.
Because of his Starborn physique and his daily exercises, his current stamina level is incredible and way beyond that of ordinary humans.
But he wanted to become a monster in his own right.
That's why he created the muscle defense skill.
It wasn't only for defense but also to cover him if his stamina ran out.
This was also another reason why he chose this skill over any other abilities available to him.
"Raaaah!"
Ambrose's body grew in size, his muscles bulging from every inch of his skin, and he again looked like a muscle monster.
This time, steam started to rise from his body, creating an intimidating and fierce aura around him.
'What's he going?' Arsenal thought as he avoided the strangely hot steam. 'He is just exhausting himself.'
SweetieHell, Andromeda, and AnarchyCat watched with frowns on their expressions as they couldn't tell what his plan was.
"The Muscle Defense..." Ambrose whispered. "Steam Rise!"
The steam shot out of his body and covered the streets in a thick steam fog, making it difficult to see anything beyond one meter.
In the sky, the golden camera was the only thing that still managed to see everything happening below in the midst of the steam fog.
In the steam fog, Ambrose fell down on his knees, and his body returned to its normal state. However, his stamina recovered completely at incredible speed.
This steam was all of his exhausted stamina that had been condensed into a physical form. After removing it from his body, Ambrose's stamina returned to its peak form.
That's why, with the Muscle Defense, stamina wouldn't ever be a problem for him!
Ambrose stood up with his clothes drenched in sweat.
He put the twisted blade into a reversed grip and sneaked down the steam fog.
As he moved silently through the fog, he started to see a shadowy figure with his back turned against him. It was AnarchyCat, sweating buckets as the hot steam engulfed him.
At that moment, Ambrose drove the twisted blade through his back and through his heart.
AnarchyCat let out a scream and vanished into thin air.
Some distance away, Arsenal looked in the direction of the scream and received a notification that his teammate, AnarchyCat, had been killed!
He gritted his teeth and rushed through the fog, but then he collided with SweetieHell, who was equally confused.
"Angh, what are you doing?!" SweetieHell shouted.
"AnarchyCat is dead. Let's find that bastard!" Arsenal shouted back.
SweetieHell's expression turned serious, and she nodded.
A distance away, Andromeda crouched near the ground while holding her knives on guard.
She looked around her for any signs of movement; her senses were heightened and ready for any potential threat.
At that moment, a twisted blade touched her throat, and Ambrose appeared behind her with a cold expression.
Andromeda paled and sighed. "Hello…"
"Shouldn't you be at school?" Ambrose asked.
"Winter holiday," Andromeda replied while looking at the blade that was touching her throat.
"Do me a favor, and forfeit." Ambrose whispered. "I have a little sister close to your age, and I would rather not kill you."
"Okay…" Andromeda opened her interface and pressed forfeit.
At the same moment, she started to slowly disappear.
Before she was completely gone, she turned around and said, "Watch out for my brother. He has lost his mind."
"I am not afraid of him," Ambrose said.
"I know," Andromeda whispered. "You need to end this rivalry with him as soon as possible, before it ruins both of you…"
At that moment, she vanished into thin air.
Ambrose looked behind him and narrowed his eyes. His Starborn physique's eyes allowed him to see much better than ordinary people.
At that moment, he saw a figure waltzing through the fog. He looked like he was camouflaged in the fog, but there was a clear human-shaped outline.
'You wouldn't be this foolish, would you?' Ambrose looked past him and saw another outline, much clearer this time, hunching with a sharp object in hand.
It looked like they were preparing for a trap.
A distance away, SweetieHell kept her attention on Arsenal, who was walking down the steamy, foggy street.
But at that moment, a sharp object speared through her heart, and she started gasping for air, but before she could react, darkness enveloped her vision.
Ambrose stood up over her vanishing corpse and slowly approached the camouflaged figure, who had his back turned on him.
And then he drove the blade forward with all his might.
At the final move, the figure turned around with a dagger in hand and deflected the blade. In that same moment, he opened his mouth, and his tongue shot forward like a serpent, striking at lightning speed.
"?!"
Ambrose could barely see it, and he instantly increased in size as the muscles grew large.
The tongue continued to extend, reaching an astonishing length, and finally wrapped around the blade, pulling it towards Arsenal with immense force.
"Cursed!"
Ambrose pulled the blade back with all his strength. His muscles strained and bulged as he fought against the tongue's grip, trying to free the blade from its grasp.
Arsenal stood on all fours, like a chameleon, while his tongue fought a tug-on-war with Ambrose.
'He is like a real chameleon. How freaky.'
Ambrose thought to himself.
Ambrose darted forward with heavy steps, and he put his left arm in front of him. The arm's muscles started growing larger and more defined with each step.
The arrows flew across the air towards him.
Then, Ambrose used the muscle-covered arm to block them as if it were a steel shield and swung the twisted blade through the bow.
SweetieHell held the broken bow with a grimace and performed graceful backflips across the street, backing away from Ambrose.
At that moment, AnarchyCat jumped to Ambrose's shoulders and coiled his legs around his neck, trying to choke him out.
"Ngh!"
"The Neck Muscle Defense!"
Ambrose screamed, and the muscles in his neck bulged out, straining against AnarchyCat's grip. In the end, the muscles proved to be too strong for AnarchyCat to overcome.
"This damn muscle freak!" AnarchyCat screamed and jumped backwards with a grimaced expression, as his trademark move again didn't work.
"Whoo…"
Ambrose breathed heavily, and the muscles returned to normal once again. However, he was sweating heavily, and his heart was pounding in his chest.
It was far too exhausting to constantly use his skills, and if he hadn't improved his stamina by himself during his morning jogging sessions, he would've been out of commission already.
Arsenal watched him and smirked.
'He has been straining himself with the skill. Every player knows that you can't use your skills constantly without depleting your stamina.
'That's why we've been playing time and rotating our attacking players to keep them fresh and prevent burnout while Ambrose depletes his stamina reserves.
'It looks like he can't keep standing for much longer!'
Ambrose breathed heavily and saw that his vision was turning blurry. It meant that he had finally reached his limit.
However, he was expecting that, as he wasn't a fool and knew that by using his skill dozens of times, he would eventually exhaust himself.
But this skill wasn't quite normal.
In the Room of Damnation, he was thinking deeply about what kind of skill he needed and wanted.
The lack of stamina often frustrated him, and he didn't want to use too many stat points to cover for that, and exercising would take far too long.
He still exercised every day, but he knew he needed a skill that would help him cover for the lack of stamina as soon as possible.
Because of his Starborn physique and his daily exercises, his current stamina level is incredible and way beyond that of ordinary humans.
But he wanted to become a monster in his own right.
That's why he created the muscle defense skill.
It wasn't only for defense but also to cover him if his stamina ran out.
This was also another reason why he chose this skill over any other abilities available to him.
"Raaaah!"
Ambrose's body grew in size, his muscles bulging from every inch of his skin, and he again looked like a muscle monster.
This time, steam started to rise from his body, creating an intimidating and fierce aura around him.
'What's he going?' Arsenal thought as he avoided the strangely hot steam. 'He is just exhausting himself.'
SweetieHell, Andromeda, and AnarchyCat watched with frowns on their expressions as they couldn't tell what his plan was.
"The Muscle Defense..." Ambrose whispered. "Steam Rise!"
The steam shot out of his body and covered the streets in a thick steam fog, making it difficult to see anything beyond one meter.
In the sky, the golden camera was the only thing that still managed to see everything happening below in the midst of the steam fog.
In the steam fog, Ambrose fell down on his knees, and his body returned to its normal state. However, his stamina recovered completely at incredible speed.
This steam was all of his exhausted stamina that had been condensed into a physical form. After removing it from his body, Ambrose's stamina returned to its peak form.
That's why, with the Muscle Defense, stamina wouldn't ever be a problem for him!
Ambrose stood up with his clothes drenched in sweat.
He put the twisted blade into a reversed grip and sneaked down the steam fog.
As he moved silently through the fog, he started to see a shadowy figure with his back turned against him. It was AnarchyCat, sweating buckets as the hot steam engulfed him.
At that moment, Ambrose drove the twisted blade through his back and through his heart.
AnarchyCat let out a scream and vanished into thin air.
Some distance away, Arsenal looked in the direction of the scream and received a notification that his teammate, AnarchyCat, had been killed!
He gritted his teeth and rushed through the fog, but then he collided with SweetieHell, who was equally confused.
"Angh, what are you doing?!" SweetieHell shouted.
"AnarchyCat is dead. Let's find that bastard!" Arsenal shouted back.
SweetieHell's expression turned serious, and she nodded.
A distance away, Andromeda crouched near the ground while holding her knives on guard.
She looked around her for any signs of movement; her senses were heightened and ready for any potential threat.
At that moment, a twisted blade touched her throat, and Ambrose appeared behind her with a cold expression.
Andromeda paled and sighed. "Hello…"
"Shouldn't you be at school?" Ambrose asked.
"Winter holiday," Andromeda replied while looking at the blade that was touching her throat.
"Do me a favor, and forfeit." Ambrose whispered. "I have a little sister close to your age, and I would rather not kill you."
"Okay…" Andromeda opened her interface and pressed forfeit.
At the same moment, she started to slowly disappear.
Before she was completely gone, she turned around and said, "Watch out for my brother. He has lost his mind."
"I am not afraid of him," Ambrose said.
"I know," Andromeda whispered. "You need to end this rivalry with him as soon as possible, before it ruins both of you…"
At that moment, she vanished into thin air.
Ambrose looked behind him and narrowed his eyes. His Starborn physique's eyes allowed him to see much better than ordinary people.
At that moment, he saw a figure waltzing through the fog. He looked like he was camouflaged in the fog, but there was a clear human-shaped outline.
'You wouldn't be this foolish, would you?' Ambrose looked past him and saw another outline, much clearer this time, hunching with a sharp object in hand.
It looked like they were preparing for a trap.
A distance away, SweetieHell kept her attention on Arsenal, who was walking down the steamy, foggy street.
But at that moment, a sharp object speared through her heart, and she started gasping for air, but before she could react, darkness enveloped her vision.
Ambrose stood up over her vanishing corpse and slowly approached the camouflaged figure, who had his back turned on him.
And then he drove the blade forward with all his might.
At the final move, the figure turned around with a dagger in hand and deflected the blade. In that same moment, he opened his mouth, and his tongue shot forward like a serpent, striking at lightning speed.
"?!"
Ambrose could barely see it, and he instantly increased in size as the muscles grew large.
The tongue continued to extend, reaching an astonishing length, and finally wrapped around the blade, pulling it towards Arsenal with immense force.
"Cursed!"
Ambrose pulled the blade back with all his strength. His muscles strained and bulged as he fought against the tongue's grip, trying to free the blade from its grasp.
Arsenal stood on all fours, like a chameleon, while his tongue fought a tug-on-war with Ambrose.
'He is like a real chameleon. How freaky.'
Ambrose thought to himself.
