Log in to get LK and view more chapters.Ignoring the strange lie by Olympos, his diehard fans encouraged him in his fight against Ambrose.
The view count on his stream continued to have a steep increase.
Olympos grabbed several daggers between his fingers and tossed them into the air.
The daggers and small knives stopped moving and hovered about six meters above the ground, creating a mesmerizing spectacle for the audience.
The chat exploded with excitement as they rarely saw Daggerwielder ability on display.
Many also dreamed of getting their own Upgrade Tokens, and then getting their own special class with mind-blowing abilities.
Ambrose unsheathed his sword and moved it with grace to the front of his face.
“Murder Party!” Olympos screamed and sent the daggers and knives hurling towards his opponent.
This time, he was preparing for the strange suicidal style of fighting that Ambrose used in their last fight.
‘I won’t let you anywhere near me!’ He thought smugly.
“Whoo…” Ambrose let out a long breath and then murmured under his breath. “Self-Possession…”
After whispering, he activated one of his soul’s abilities and then turned his focus on the daggers and knives.
“Mortal Style, Nachbilder!”
As he started his dizzying footwork, the daggers and knives crossed the distance, slicing through the afterimages with deadly precision.
However, each continued to fly to the dead-end corner of the alleyway, not even one showing a sign of blood.
The chat, at first, cheered for a successful attack, but they then noticed that something was wrong.
Clang—the last dagger also missed its target, finally dropping down to the pavement. 𝗈𝒱𝗅xt.𝗇𝓔t
Ambrose stopped the footwork and appeared completely fine.
“W-what was this, he hadn’t used this before…” Olympos gulped, realizing that he wasn’t the only one that had gotten stronger.
89John frowned after seeing Olympos stunlocked and debated. ‘Should I use the dart now? It might be too early.’
Beehave watched with a serious look but also had no intention to participate in this. He was simply a spectator.
“Tch!” Olympos extended his hand and made the daggers and knives fly back to him.
Ambrose glanced behind him and again used the dizzying footwork.
The daggers and knives seemed to go through each afterimage, even his real body, yet he was left completely unharmed.
As the daggers and knives hovered next to Olympos, he screamed inwardly.
‘How is none of them hitting him?!’
“No time to waste…” Ambrose murmured under his breath and put his sword into a thrusting stance, then lunged towards Olympos with the ferocious fury of a cannonball.
“Mortal Style, Kanone!”
“Shit!” Olympos panicked and quickly clapped his hands, causing the daggers and knives to smash into each other, forming a ball of steel and blades.
“The Home Castle!”
‘A defensive skill, no matter.’ Ambrose’s explosive muscles vibrated with great intensity as he pushed his sword-wielding arm forward, the black blade crashing through the ball of steel and blades with a deafening metallic clang.
The daggers flew into the distance, and the crudely made knives were broken by the impact.
“Ngh!” Olympos groaned, clutching his injured arm, as one of the daggers happened to strike him accidentally.
Crash—Ambrose smashed his sword through the last remaining daggers that still hovered and approached Olympos with long strides.
“Eek!” Olympos’ face paled as he started to realize the vast different of strength, which he didn’t feel the last time around.
Therefore, he shouted the first thing that came to his mind.
“John, help me!”
‘Idiot!’ 89John shouted inwardly angrily as the stream definitely heard it.
However, to get the Upgrade Token, he didn’t care whether Olympos’ fans learned about them cheating.
He gave the camera to Beehave, who started shaking it slightly, so it was relatively hard to see what was happening.
89John then clutched his dart and swung his arm around, sending it flying towards Ambrose.
As the poison-coated dart flew through the air, it reached the vicinity of Ambrose without being noticed.
It was relatively invincible, like a silver streak in the moonlit night.
The dart struck Ambrose in the neck, but against all odds, it phased straight through his skin and stabbed into one of the walls of the nearby building, its poison-coated tip bent and broken.
‘How?!’ 89John’s eyes widened in a horror.
He happened to be the only one who noticed this strange phenomenon.
Olympos, on the other hand, grinned hideously as he believed the dart to have successfully hit Ambrose.
‘The poison instantly reaches his bloodstream, making his vision blurry and health halved!’
He extended his arms to his sides and laughed. “Murder Par—”
Stab—then, the black blade tore through his neck, silencing his laughter.
Olympos’ eyes widened and turned horror-stricken. ‘H-how, h-he should have b-been poisoned.’
‘I felt like something flew through me.’ Ambrose frowned and glanced at the pale-faced 89John. ‘What a tricky fellows. I am glad I used my soul’s phasing ability since the start of the fight.’
He had, of course, plan for this fight.
He didn’t want the whole streaming community to find out about his Self-Possession, therefore, he used it carefully.
With Nachbilder, he used the dizzying footwork to seem like he simply dodged all the daggers and knives.
Now, since the dart was so small, no one except 89John noticed that something was odd.
He, of course, didn’t plan on using floating ability, as it would reveal a lot of things.
After removing the sword from Olympos’ throat, he fell down—dead.
As his body vanished into pixels, Ambrose pointed the sword at 89John.
“You want to have a go?”
89John looked frightened and turned to his friend, Beehave. They then noticed that the streaming camera vanished alongside Olympos, as it was his priority.
Now, after knowing that there weren’t millions of people watching, he smiled humbly and said.
“N-no, we are good.” He then bowed and escaped the alleyway, quickly followed by Beehave.
“So much for revenge, huh?” Ambrose thought out loud and was also planning to leave, but then noticed that Olympos had dropped a circular object and a brown pouch.
“Wait…” His eyes widened in shock, and he laughed loudly. “Oh my god.”
The item Olympos dropped was an Upgrade Token!
“I can’t believe my luck!” He immediately picked it up and looked at it with disbelief. “So, he indeed had second one. I wonder why he didn’t use it? Maybe, you can’t use it?”
He wanted to find out, and therefore, he whispered. “Activate.”
[Do you want to upgrade your “Suicide Swordsman” Class?]
[Y/N]
“Uh, yes.” Ambrose pressed the yes button.
[Upgrading “Suicide Swordsman” Class]
[1%…]
“Wait, it worked?” Ambrose exclaimed in disbelief. “Why didn’t he use it then? Was there some kind of restrictions that made impossible for him or whether he got this recently and wanted to use it to tempt his fans to hunt me down?
“I kind of want to ask him later.”
After the Upgrade Token vanished into thin air, he picked up the brown pouch and saw that it contained 6,740 silvers.
‘I am not dirt poor anymore.’ He smiled as this meant he now had enough money for steam locomotive.
At first, he planned to borrow some money from Bella to buy for the ticket, but he was glad that he didn’t have to do that anymore.
