Chapter 502 Amb Amb
Rothsmith Estate, Nocklund.
The flatscreen television showed the last team walking out of the door, and as soon as they appeared, the whole mansion was silent for a short moment.
Ring.
At that moment, several phones started ringing at the same time, causing chaos in the otherwise quiet mansion.
"He made it..." Anna covered her mouth in surprise and felt her ears moisten as tears of joy filled her eyes.
Jack clenched his trembling fists in excitement and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
At the moment, they were alone in the room, but then they heard some faint cheers coming from all around the mansion.
It wasn't only them that were spectating the tournament; the servants were as well, and they started celebrating as their very own young master appeared on television.
Jack pulled out his phone and sent a message to Mark.
After pressing send, he pocketed his phone and turned to the television with a small smile on his face. New novel chapters are published on
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Buzz... A phone vibrated in Mark's chest pocket.
However, he was too occupied to care about it, as his gaze was glued to the screen.
The room was eerily quiet, with all the members of the Rothsmith family looking at the screen with jaws dropped in shock.
"What the..." Mark whispered, but then his face turned red, and he stammered out incoherently. "Yes!"
His shout took others by surprise, as they didn't expect their lofty patriarch to show such emotion.
Not even when Sunseeker and Moonshadow qualified.
However, now he did, and it didn't come as a surprise as to why.
A person who carried the name Rothsmith was going to stand on the biggest stage in the world.
Mark then pulled out his phone with his shaky hand and read the message that Jack sent to him.
After reading it through, he answered back and turned back to the screen.
'Very well, you've proven yourself.'
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Meanwhile, the Internet was exploding with activity.
The Martial Online forums were buzzing with excitement as the final qualified teams were finally revealed.
In Moriarty's community, his fans were celebrating the qualification and eagerly anticipating the finals that were going to happen in Loch City—the center hub of the tournament.
At one of the chats of a popular streamer.
[Chatter1: I thought Zadkiel and Julian were the winning candidates, but there are so many powerful teams!]
[Chatter2: I knew Malach and Evangelia would qualify! They were also very dominant during the entire tournament]
[Chatter3: Yeah, I wonder what would happen if they clashed with Julian and Zadkiel!]
[Chatter4: Samuel joined up with Cracklol, it seems. That is an unexpected alliance, not going to lie]
[Chatter5: Cracklol is quite... something, but they are clearly a powerful team as they also qualified!]
[Chatter6: I know that Moriarty and his teammate lost to Julian and Zadkiel, but they are also incredibly powerful. I think they can reach the top 5!]
"I suppose this place isn't the proper place to have a conversation." Anthon chuckled and walked past Ambrose with a smile on his face. "I hope we see each other in Loch City. Maybe I'll remember you by then."
Cauldron walked past Ambrose, almost bumping shoulders with them, but at the last possible moment, Ambrose slightly shifted to the side to avoid the collision.
It was a very minor and subtle movement, but it was enough to prevent the two from colliding.
"..."
Cauldron planned to bump shoulders with him, as he wanted to see something, but it was as if Ambrose sensed his intentions and intentionally dodged it.
He then turned his gaze away, followed Anthon through the illusionary door, and vanished from the tournament realm.
"What's Amb Amb?" Ambrose turned to Cleo with a twitching eyebrow.
"Since I call Moriarty as Mori Mori, I should call you Amb Amb!" Cleo said happily. "It's good, right?"
"Never call me that again." Ambrose stated firmly with a wry smile.
"Mou..." Cleo pouted and put her hands on her waist. "You're no fun, Amb Amb!"
Ambrose rolled his eyes, but at that moment, he saw two players walking past him.
Cerberus passed him without taking a second to look at him, and he stepped through the door.
Redheart followed right behind him, but she couldn't help it and shot a poisonous glare in Ambrose's direction before disappearing into the door.
"You're popular one, aren't ya." Cleo smiled cheekily.
Ambrose sighed and shook his head.
"Well, see you in Loch City." Ambrose turned around and walked to the door.
"Bye bye!"
Cleo shouted behind him, and then, as he was about to step through the door, he quickly checked his current level.
A level that he received after many hours of grinding in the underworld.
[Ambrose - Level: 86]
He jumped an amazing 13 levels in just a few hours!
'I'll assign my stat points later; now, I am too tired to do anything else here.'
Ambrose stepped proudly through the door and vanished like a fleeting cloud.
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Jesse opened his eyes tiredly and took off his headset before sitting down on the edge of his bed.
He had clear black hair that fell in waves around his face, giving him a mysterious and brooding appearance.
After hours of countless fights, he was finally free to just relax!
He laid straight down and let out a relieved sigh.
It was still unknown when the finals would start, but if he had to guess, it would still take a few weeks to finish everything before the tournament could begin.
From what he has heard, the stadium hasn't finished construction.
It gave him a few weeks of relaxing time and a chance to increase his level even further.
He planned to go into demon mode, push himself through limits, and reach an even greater level of strength.
However, before that, there was something he wanted to finish.
All-Online's quest to find the killer.