Martial Online.

Chapter 482 The Winner

?Ding, ding!

After the familiar dinging sound, Ambrose and Moriarty appeared near their goal.

In that same moment, Deimos appeared from the flash of light near Moriarty. He returned from death.

"What happened?" Deimos asked with slightly bewildered expression.

"They scored." Godfraud said coldly, "We cannot allow them to get their hands on the ball anymore. Go now, get the ball!"

Deimos gritted his teeth and rushed forward, slowly turning back to his silvery lightning form. He then flew through the air and arrived at the white-railed bridge before anyone else.

In that same moment, the white handball appeared on top of the bridge.

Without further ado, Deimos snatched the handball from the ground, and turned his focus on their opponent's goal.

To his surprise, Ambrose and Moriarty was still standing at the goal in silence. They didn't look like they had any intentions to get the handball, strangely enough.

'What are they planning?' Deimos frowned with suspicious gaze.

A while later, Godfraud appeared at the same bridge, standing beside Deimos and looked ahead towards their opponents.

"What do you think they are planning?" Deimos asked.

"Who knows…" Godfraud replied with a shrug. "We have the ball, that is the most important thing."

Ambrose and Moriarty crossed their arms as if they were waiting for their move.

"Fine, let's tie this game." Godfraud scoffed. "They will regret underestimating us."

"What shall we do?" Deimos whispered.

"I have an idea—" Godfraud said at first, but then he saw their opponents to do something.

Ambrose nodded to Moriarty.

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Moriarty showed a sly grin and vanished from his position like an undead ghost.

"Where did he go?!" Deimos exclaimed.

"Fuck, let's score, now!" Godfraud shouted and rushed forward with his teammate.

They didn't want to let their opponents do any trickery; therefore, they just planned to attack, as there was only Ambrose to worry about.

As long as they scored immediately, it didn't matter what trickery their opponents planned to do.

As Ambrose saw them approach, he whispered. "Ten seconds, huh? That's not a lot of time."

Deimos tossed the ball to Godfraud and then turned into a bolt of silvery lightning and shot forward with incredible speed.

With a flash of lightning, he appeared in front of Ambrose and brought out his axes. Then he coated them with the silver lightning and smashed them down at Ambrose.

Ambrose drew his dual swords and parried the axes, but then he saw Godfraud summon dozens of arms from his back, and one of them again took the handball, but he couldn't tell which arm it was.

At that moment, Ambrose opened his mouth wide as if he were about to shout.

"Cover your ears!" Deimos screamed, dropped his axes, and plugged his ears with his fingers.

'Oh, he found out the weakness of the Howling Rage?' Ambrose grinned and closed his mouth again.

'Eh, he didn't scream?' Deimos thought in surprise and then noticed that he had dropped his axes.

His eyes widened in shock as he realized that he was now almost defenseless.

Ambrose watched with amusement as Deimos scrambled to pick up his axes.

'Sorry, bud, you weren't my target.' Ambrose ignored Deimos, and moved past him with incredible speed while using Formlessness.

He appeared in front of the path of the dozen arms.

"You cannot stop me from scoring!" Godfraud proudly declared it and saw that the goal was within his grasp. He didn't think, even for a moment, that someone could intercept his shot.

"If I can't stop this, can I even call myself a swordsman?"

Ambrose lifted his swords and saw that there were around fifteen arms. One of them was holding the handball, but he couldn't tell which.

'It doesn't matter. None of these arms will reach the goal if I have something to say about it.'

At that moment, he coated the blades with his golden Inner Power, and slashed around him as if he were a rolling beyblade.

The golden light spiraled out of his blades and slashed through Godfraud's arms like a hot knife through fragile twigs.

The arms dropped lifelessly to the ground and turned into the branches of a dying tree.

At that moment, one of the branches dropped the handball to the ground, and it was only a few centimeters away from crossing the goal.

But then Ambrose grabbed the handball from the ground and moved it in his hand with a playful smile.

"Damn!" Godfraud cursed loudly and breathed heavily, as summoning so many arms was quite straining for his stamina.

"Fuck!" Deimos rushed in, and tried to slice through Ambrose with his axes.

However, Ambrose used Formlessness and retreated to the air with the handball in hand.

"I am sorry, but we've won."

"?!" Godfraud and Deimos looked to the ceiling, where Ambrose was hovering, and wondered what he meant by that.

At that moment, Ambrose squeezed the handball hard and whipped his arm around with astonishing strength, throwing the handball across the room.

'It won't reach our goal!' Godfraud thought and was about to command Deimos to rush towards the handball.

But, at that moment, a figure emerged from nowhere and caught the handball from mid-air. It was Moriarty, who again used Dimension Crossing power to intercept the ball!

"Thank you very much!" Moriarty grinned and, with a handball in hand, ran towards their opponent's goal, which was only fifty meters away.

"No…" Godfraud whispered. 'We were again tricked!'

"Noooo!" Deimos screamed and turned into a bolt of lightning, trying to use his maximum speed to stop Moriarty from scoring.

However, a slash made of golden light smashed straight through his lightning-covered body, and separated him in half.

Deimos watched as he fell sideways to the ground, and he couldn't feel his legs anymore. When he turned to look down, he realized that his upper torso was separated from his legs.

His legs were still standing near the goal.

"You're not going anywhere." Ambrose hovered in the air like a god.

Even though he was certain that Deimos wouldn't be able to reach Moriarty in time, he didn't want to take any risks.

"Godfraud, go stop him!" Deimos screamed.

"I'll never reach him in time…" Godfraud said with a depressive-

sounding voice. "We survived the dragon just for it to end here? Why…"

"It won't be over yet, no?" Ambrose said from the air. "Whoever gets defeated here will have the final chance in that underworld."

Godfraud's expression brightened up slightly after hearing that. He had forgotten about it.

He then turned to look towards Ambrose and said, "We'll meet you in the finals, and fucking kill you there. Don't you fucking dare to lose before that."

"Hmph." Ambrose grinned and slowly sheathed his swords.

At that moment, Moriarty reached the goal, and with a smile on his face, he dropped the handball inside the net.

Ding, ding!

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[GOAL!]

[Phoenix Quill - 3]

[Vs]

[High Bounters - 1]

[The Winner: Phoenix Quill!]

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Deimos and Godfraud looked at the scoreboard, and then their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood.

Ambrose and Moriarty looked around the room, wondering what was going to happen now.

Then, spiraling stairs sprouted from the white-railed bridge and led straight to the ceiling, where a white door with a golden doorknob gleamed invitingly.

Ambrose and Moriarty met near the stairs and slowly ascended the stairs.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, they turned the doorknob and stepped through.

After two matches, a good rest was very much needed, but they realized that there wasn't going to be any rest during the third round. It was a challenge of endurance and stamina.