‘He is truly poor at keeping his mouth shut.’
Ambrose thought with a smile while dodging the sharp and deadly dagger strikes.
Olympos, with a beef-red face, angrily swung the dagger with deadly intent.
‘If he had kept his mouth shut, I wouldn’t have been too sure if I should’ve uploaded the video even if I won this fight.’
Ambrose was conflicted because it would make him look like a bully, and humiliating someone with a big following was like painting a target on his own back.
However, now that Olympos was incapable of keeping his mouth shut because of the anger and humiliation, the tides had changed in Ambrose’s favor.
“Shit…” Olympos whispered under his breath and kicked off the ground as he chased after Ambrose.
He crossed the distance with that single leap, but when he glanced at the Black Sword, it felt dangerous and electrifying, as if it held a power that could consume him.
‘I haven’t faced anyone, not even NPCs, who has such a scary weapon.’ Olympos thought anxiously. ‘I feel like no matter what I do, that black-bladed sword will kill me!’
After seeing the momentary hesitation from Olympos, Ambrose raised his sword and smashed it into the dagger.
The dagger struggled, but ultimately, Ambrose’s strength was vastly superior compared to Olympos.
Crack…
“Ugh!” Olympos’ eyes widened as the dagger shattered into a thousand small fragments, and then the black blade smashed through his blood-stained jacket.
Swoosh—with the wind swooshing, Olympos crashed into a brick wall of the surrounding building.
[-112 HP!]
[HP: 33/275]
Ambrose dragged his sword behind him as he approached the bloodied young man.
With each step, he could see the shade of Olympos’ face turn even paler, almost resembling the shade of blue.
Olympos realized that if he lost this fight, he would lose all the respect he had.
His fans watch him because of his daggerwielder class.
In their opinion, anyone with a special class like that would be incredibly powerful, and people love to watch people who are stronger than them.
“I won’t lose!” Olympos screamed and opened his interface.
From there, he pulled out all his reserve daggers and small knives that one would use for dining.
They all looked old, and some daggers even had bent blades.
Olympos bought them from a shady merchant back in Tsukuyomi.
He didn’t care if they were bad weapons.
“Fly!” Olympos shouted and tossed them into the air.
However, the daggers and knives didn’t fall back.
They stayed hovering in the air as if defying gravity.
“Murder Party!” Olympos screamed and outstretched his arm towards Ambrose.
‘His lips moved, but no sound came.’ Ambrose’s eyes widened, and he quickly backed off. ‘I thought it was strange that he wasn’t using any skills, but I guess it’s either that he doesn’t have any or has only one.
‘This must be the one skill!’
The Unique Class users on the forums mentioned how hard it was to create skills for Unique Class.
It needed great imagination and high intelligence stat.
That’s why most Unique Class users didn’t have many skills.
Olympos, after acquiring the Daggerwielder class, finally managed to create his first skill.
After the skill name “Murder Party,” was uttered, the daggers and knives trembled before they all plunged down towards Ambrose.
Ambrose gulped as the rain of knives fell towards him, and he even debated whether he should try using his left hand as well, but ultimately, he decided not to.
With his muscles bulging like a swollen river, Ambrose screamed and smashed the black blade into the incoming knives.
Spurt, spurt—two of the daggers were deflected in different directions, while the third one pierced through his defense and struck him in the chest.
“Ngh!” As he winched, four more knives passed through the defenses and stabbed him straight into his chest.
While the blood trailed down his body, his health bar dropped rapidly, indicating the severity of his injuries.
“Hahahaha!” Olympos laughed like a madman and then summoned all the daggers and knives back to him.
They spiraled around him like he were the center of a hurricane.
“Diee!” He then outstretched both arms, and all the daggers and knives flew straight back to Ambrose.
As he saw the looming death approaching him, he turned to look at his black blade with his fingers wrapped tight around the hilt.
‘I am done being careful.
‘I won against Jaeger because I was not afraid of death.
‘I shouldn’t be afraid now either!’
He lifted his dull eyes and coldly shouted.
“Kill!”
As the words echoed throughout the air, Ambrose’s body began moving automatically, soon running straight into the incoming daggers and knives.
“Haha, what an idiot!” Olympos laughed. “He is going to die!”
“Raaah!” Ambrose screamed and swung the Black Sword to destroy several of the knives, but then a few daggers stabbed right into his shoulder.
As Olympos was about to gleefully celebrate his victory, he noticed something strange.
Even though he just got stabbed, Ambrose continued to move forward, with more injuries being inflicted upon his body.
He left behind a trail of blue blood in his wake, the pavement glistening with his life essence.
Stab, stab, stab—soon, half a dozen broken knives were strewn about on the pavement while a dozen daggers and knives were stuck in Ambrose’s body.
“Hmph!” Olympos extended his hand forward and summoned all the daggers and knives back to him.
The daggers and knives twisted in Ambrose’s body, making him twitch with an uncomfortable expression, and then they flew back to their master.
Seeing Ambrose limp forward as one of his legs got badly injured by the knives, Olympos laughed and turned to look at the floating camera in the air.
He pointed his hand towards the floating camera and shot out several knives at it, intent on destroying the camera so the recording would be erased!
“Heh.”
After seeing the knives chase after the camera, Olympos extended his hand towards Ambrose and shot the remaining daggers and knives towards him.
Ambrose helplessly watched with his peripheral vision as the knives approached the camera.
He couldn’t open his interface to control the camera to run away because Kill was activated!
His heart pounded in his chest as the knives neared the camera, but at the moment of the impact, the camera suddenly dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding the deadly blades.
‘It dodged?’ Ambrose looked shocked until he realized something. ‘Is the camera also acting now purely on instinct, just like my body?
‘The camera is an extension of my mind?’
While he thought that, the daggers and knives stabbed right into his chest.
“Ugh!” Ambrose groaned and spat out blue blood.
His health sank rapidly.
[-122 HP]
[HP: 22/340]
“Heh.” Olympos turned back to the camera, as he believed Ambrose to be as good as dead. 𝐎𝑽xt.𝚘𝑚
He then saw the camera dodging the knives very accurately.
“The hell?” Olympos extended his hand towards the camera and personally controlled the knives while trying to hit the camera.
However, the camera was like a mosquito, effortlessly dodging every strike.
Ambrose lowered his head to look at the daggers and knives stuck in his body.
With pure instinct, he pulled out the sharp objects, their blades covered in his blood.
“Haaa!” He then shouted, which shook Olympos, who turned to look at him.
He then hurled the bloodied daggers and knives back at Olympos.
“Shit!” Olympos quickly extended both arms and stopped them before they reached him.
“Fool, I can always stop the—”
Before he managed to finish his words, a flying black-bladed sword appeared before his eyes.
“Oh!”
Stab—the Black Sword stabbed straight through the center of his forehead.
“U-uh…” He wobbled before falling sideways to the ground.
His eyes looked lifeless as blood trickled down his face.
Ambrose limped towards the almost-dead young man and pulled out his black sword from his skull.
“Y-you… also… threw your… sword?” Olympos asked with a stunned and exhausted voice.
Without him realizing it, when Ambrose, controlled by the Kill, threw the daggers and knives, he also threw his sword.
The Daggerwielder could only control something lighter, like daggers and knives, while swords were too heavy.
Ambrose took a deep breath and noticed that he had regained control of his body.
When he looked at the blood-stained Black Sword, he thought, ‘I didn’t expect Kill to have such great battle instincts. I guess there are a lot of things that I still don’t know about my skills.
‘Maybe in the future I can somehow make it dodge the attacks, at least.
“Ngh…” Olympos hazily looked around and slowly disappeared into pixels.
However, before completely disappearing, he uttered.
“You will… never… become… popular…”
With his last words, he disappeared from the world of Martial Online.
Ambrose sheathed his sword and laughed.
