?Foxbreath placed the whistle between his lips and blew it loudly.
A scary, high-pitched sound came from the whistle, and then a cloud of red smoke shot out from the whistle.
The red smoke gathered in front of Foxbreath and materialized into a figure with sharp horns and glowing yellow eyes.
Its muscular frame looked like it was made out of volcanic rock. There was also scorching hot magma flowing around its body as if its veins were made of molten lava.
The ground below the figure started to burn with black smoke and then lit up with scarlet-red flames.
"Hor, hor, hor!"
The volcanic creature chanted the same thing over and over while pounding its chest with its magma-covered fists.
Foxbreath and Penguinstrike retreated from the magma figure as they couldn't stand being near the intense heat radiating from it.
"What the hell is this creature?"
Moriarty asked in surprise.
He knew it was possible to summon creatures from the Dark Continent, but he hadn't heard about races like this before.
'It must be some kind of Magma Demon.' Ambrose thought and sweated quite a bit because of the heat.
'If the creature is even near the strength of Yughragh, I'll be in trouble.'
He thought for a moment about summoning Yughragh, but he was a very unpredicable creature. There was a chance it would turn on him instead of helping.
'I also made a deal that I should summon him once I am back in the Light Continent. I didn't, as I didn't want to do that when I was near any populated places, so he might be pissed about it.'
The countdown clock reached zero, and the metallic gates vanished from the room once again.
"Hor!"
The volcanic creature turned its gaze towards the muscle monster and let out a deafening roar.
After the powerful roar, it started running towards him, leaving behind a trail of smoke and fiery footprints.
Ambrose quickly drew his Great Crimson from its sheath and moved it in front of him. It was much easier to wield the great sword in his current state, as his physical strength was now near its peak.
The volcanic creature lifted its magma-covered fist and threw an ordinary-looking punch that didn't seem that strong.
Ambrose quickly moved the great sword to intercept the punch and wondered whether the creature wasn't that strong after all.
However, at that moment, the magma-covered fist connected with the sword, instantly melting it into a pool of molten metal.
"What?!" Ambrose looked frightened as he watched his new sword get destroyed so soon after its creation!
'It had been barely a week!'
As he was occupied by his shock, the magma fist struck him in the chest and sent him flying across the room.
"Aaaargh!"
Ambrose, during his flight, saw his body burning in the scorching flames like he was touched by the sun itself. Then he crashed into the wall and slumped to the ground, nearly unconscious and severely injured.
"Ambrose!" Moriarty screamed with a frightened expression.
In that moment, he looked at the volcanic creature and saw its yellowish eyes turn to look at him.
"W-wait… Isn't the round already over?"
The volcanic creature raised its magma-covered fist with a hideous grin and was about to throw it, but then the countdown clock reached zero.
Before the creature could throw another punch, it vanished into a cloud of red smoke and was sucked back inside the whistle.
Then, the metallic gate appeared again.
"Hahaha!"
Foxbreath and Penguinstrike laughed gleefully as they looked at their opponent's health.
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Moriarty rushed to Ambrose's side and helped him to quench the flames that were engulfing him.
After the flames were gone, Ambrose's muscular state was gone, and half of his body was badly burned from the fire. It was clear that, without any medical potions or pills, he wouldn't be able to continue!
"Damn it…" Ambrose whispered to himself, feeling defeated and helpless.
Usually, he would be able to fight even if his arms were chopped off and half of his body was blown to pieces.
But there was something about the volcanic creature's punch that completely shattered his body.
He couldn't even move his finger without feeling like there was some kind of invincible power stopping him from doing so.
In his current state, he couldn't stand up, let alone help Moriarty in the upcoming rounds.
"Can you stand?" Moriarty asked.
"Nah…" Ambrose whispered with great difficulty. "S-sorry, but y-
you'll have to finish this yourself…"
Moriarty nodded and stood up, about to return to start preparing for the upcoming rounds.
"Y-you have one round to finish this…" Ambrose said behind him and coughed heavily. "A-after next round, when you d-defend, according to rules, y-you can't attack."
"I understand. Leave this to me." Moriarty nodded and approached the metallic gate with a silent expression on his face.
"This has been won." Penguinstrike fist-pumped with Foxbreath. "That creature of yours completely destroyed that guy. He can't do anything after this."
"Yeah…" Foxbreath chuckled. "This time, that magma freak didn't kill us. That's the first time."
"Yeah…" Penguinstrike wryly smiled as he expected the magma creature to attack them first.
"Now, you'll only have to defend." Foxbreath said and patted his friend's shoulders. "Just survive this round, and we've won."
"I got this."
Penguinstrike said with a smile and approached the metallic gate. He then placed his gauntlets in front of his body and activated one of his defensive skills.
The skill created another layer of defense around the gauntlets.
Foxbreath crossed his arms with a slightly nervous expression as he watched from the sidelines. He was quite afraid of this Moriarty guy after seeing what he was capable of doing.
The countdown clock slowly ticked down, and soon it reached zero.
The metallic gate again disappeared like a fading cloud.
Moriarty grabbed the spear with both hands and moved it over his shoulder into a very wide-looking slashing stance.
'You know what to do.' The knight spoke inside his mind.
'I have a plan.' Moriarty said.
And then he slashed the spear down towards his opponent's gauntlets.
Penguinstrike gritted his teeth and blocked the spear with his gauntlets. But the force of the blow sent him stumbling backward.
Still, as soon as he stopped stumbling, he noticed that he didn't lose a single ounce of health.
'W-what?' Ambrose watched that happen with a shocked expression. 'Moriarty… what are you…'
"Hahaha!" Foxbreath laughed loudly. "That's it?!"
"Heh…" Penguinstrike chuckled nervously, but when he looked at his gauntlets, he saw that they were also broken and in desperate need of repair.
'Was that final 'fuck you' from him to us?' Penguinstrike angrily looked at Moriarty.
'He must've realized that they can't win no matter what, so he decided to break my weapon instead so that upcoming challenges will be much harder for us.
'What a fucking dickhead!'
Moriarty pulled back his spear and twirled it casually in his hand.
"I'll finish him off." Foxbreath said with a confident smirk and approached the metallic gate that just reappeared.
The countdown clock started to slowly tick down.
"…" Moriarty silently turned to look at his spear, tightening his grip.
Ambrose struggled hard, but eventually, managed to stand up with great difficulty.
'H-he can't attack next round, s-so I'll have to…'
Ambrose thought, but if they wanted to have any chance of victory, he would also have to defend the round afterwards if Moriarty somehow survived the upcoming round.
However, there was a single chance for Ambrose to survive his defensive round in his current state. If he miraculously did, Moriarty would have had another chance to finish the match.
But it seemed impossible to reach that point.
'With defense, Moriarty can't win this match!'
?Foxbreath placed the whistle between his lips and blew it loudly.
A scary, high-pitched sound came from the whistle, and then a cloud of red smoke shot out from the whistle.
The red smoke gathered in front of Foxbreath and materialized into a figure with sharp horns and glowing yellow eyes.
Its muscular frame looked like it was made out of volcanic rock. There was also scorching hot magma flowing around its body as if its veins were made of molten lava.
The ground below the figure started to burn with black smoke and then lit up with scarlet-red flames.
"Hor, hor, hor!"
The volcanic creature chanted the same thing over and over while pounding its chest with its magma-covered fists.
Foxbreath and Penguinstrike retreated from the magma figure as they couldn't stand being near the intense heat radiating from it.
"What the hell is this creature?"
Moriarty asked in surprise.
He knew it was possible to summon creatures from the Dark Continent, but he hadn't heard about races like this before.
'It must be some kind of Magma Demon.' Ambrose thought and sweated quite a bit because of the heat.
'If the creature is even near the strength of Yughragh, I'll be in trouble.'
He thought for a moment about summoning Yughragh, but he was a very unpredicable creature. There was a chance it would turn on him instead of helping.
'I also made a deal that I should summon him once I am back in the Light Continent. I didn't, as I didn't want to do that when I was near any populated places, so he might be pissed about it.'
The countdown clock reached zero, and the metallic gates vanished from the room once again.
"Hor!"
The volcanic creature turned its gaze towards the muscle monster and let out a deafening roar.
After the powerful roar, it started running towards him, leaving behind a trail of smoke and fiery footprints.
Ambrose quickly drew his Great Crimson from its sheath and moved it in front of him. It was much easier to wield the great sword in his current state, as his physical strength was now near its peak.
The volcanic creature lifted its magma-covered fist and threw an ordinary-looking punch that didn't seem that strong.
Ambrose quickly moved the great sword to intercept the punch and wondered whether the creature wasn't that strong after all.
However, at that moment, the magma-covered fist connected with the sword, instantly melting it into a pool of molten metal.
"What?!" Ambrose looked frightened as he watched his new sword get destroyed so soon after its creation!
'It had been barely a week!'
As he was occupied by his shock, the magma fist struck him in the chest and sent him flying across the room.
"Aaaargh!"
Ambrose, during his flight, saw his body burning in the scorching flames like he was touched by the sun itself. Then he crashed into the wall and slumped to the ground, nearly unconscious and severely injured.
"Ambrose!" Moriarty screamed with a frightened expression.
In that moment, he looked at the volcanic creature and saw its yellowish eyes turn to look at him.
"W-wait… Isn't the round already over?"
The volcanic creature raised its magma-covered fist with a hideous grin and was about to throw it, but then the countdown clock reached zero.
Before the creature could throw another punch, it vanished into a cloud of red smoke and was sucked back inside the whistle.
Then, the metallic gate appeared again.
"Hahaha!"
Foxbreath and Penguinstrike laughed gleefully as they looked at their opponent's health.
[Team: Phoenix Quill - 5%]
Moriarty rushed to Ambrose's side and helped him to quench the flames that were engulfing him.
After the flames were gone, Ambrose's muscular state was gone, and half of his body was badly burned from the fire. It was clear that, without any medical potions or pills, he wouldn't be able to continue!
"Damn it…" Ambrose whispered to himself, feeling defeated and helpless.
Usually, he would be able to fight even if his arms were chopped off and half of his body was blown to pieces.
But there was something about the volcanic creature's punch that completely shattered his body.
He couldn't even move his finger without feeling like there was some kind of invincible power stopping him from doing so.
In his current state, he couldn't stand up, let alone help Moriarty in the upcoming rounds.
"Can you stand?" Moriarty asked.
"Nah…" Ambrose whispered with great difficulty. "S-sorry, but y-
you'll have to finish this yourself…"
Moriarty nodded and stood up, about to return to start preparing for the upcoming rounds.
"Y-you have one round to finish this…" Ambrose said behind him and coughed heavily. "A-after next round, when you d-defend, according to rules, y-you can't attack."
"I understand. Leave this to me." Moriarty nodded and approached the metallic gate with a silent expression on his face.
"This has been won." Penguinstrike fist-pumped with Foxbreath. "That creature of yours completely destroyed that guy. He can't do anything after this."
"Yeah…" Foxbreath chuckled. "This time, that magma freak didn't kill us. That's the first time."
"Yeah…" Penguinstrike wryly smiled as he expected the magma creature to attack them first.
"Now, you'll only have to defend." Foxbreath said and patted his friend's shoulders. "Just survive this round, and we've won."
"I got this."
Penguinstrike said with a smile and approached the metallic gate. He then placed his gauntlets in front of his body and activated one of his defensive skills.
The skill created another layer of defense around the gauntlets.
Foxbreath crossed his arms with a slightly nervous expression as he watched from the sidelines. He was quite afraid of this Moriarty guy after seeing what he was capable of doing.
The countdown clock slowly ticked down, and soon it reached zero.
The metallic gate again disappeared like a fading cloud.
Moriarty grabbed the spear with both hands and moved it over his shoulder into a very wide-looking slashing stance.
'You know what to do.' The knight spoke inside his mind.
'I have a plan.' Moriarty said.
And then he slashed the spear down towards his opponent's gauntlets.
Penguinstrike gritted his teeth and blocked the spear with his gauntlets. But the force of the blow sent him stumbling backward.
Still, as soon as he stopped stumbling, he noticed that he didn't lose a single ounce of health.
'W-what?' Ambrose watched that happen with a shocked expression. 'Moriarty… what are you…'
"Hahaha!" Foxbreath laughed loudly. "That's it?!"
"Heh…" Penguinstrike chuckled nervously, but when he looked at his gauntlets, he saw that they were also broken and in desperate need of repair.
'Was that final 'fuck you' from him to us?' Penguinstrike angrily looked at Moriarty.
'He must've realized that they can't win no matter what, so he decided to break my weapon instead so that upcoming challenges will be much harder for us.
'What a fucking dickhead!'
Moriarty pulled back his spear and twirled it casually in his hand.
"I'll finish him off." Foxbreath said with a confident smirk and approached the metallic gate that just reappeared.
The countdown clock started to slowly tick down.
"…" Moriarty silently turned to look at his spear, tightening his grip.
Ambrose struggled hard, but eventually, managed to stand up with great difficulty.
'H-he can't attack next round, s-so I'll have to…'
Ambrose thought, but if they wanted to have any chance of victory, he would also have to defend the round afterwards if Moriarty somehow survived the upcoming round.
However, there was a single chance for Ambrose to survive his defensive round in his current state. If he miraculously did, Moriarty would have had another chance to finish the match.
But it seemed impossible to reach that point.
'With defense, Moriarty can't win this match!'
