Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 127 Who is the real Melk?

Melk stood at the door of the workshop, waiting for Alu to appear. His eyes were shining with determination, and he wanted to show Alu all his strength to prove that he was not just a name.

As the door of the workshop slowly opened, Alu appeared in Melk's sight. The two people's eyes met in the air, sparking an invisible spark. I walked out of the workshop and stood beside Alu, looking at the two people standing opposite each other, and felt an unprecedented tense atmosphere.

Melk stared at Alu and said confidently, "My strength... If you want to know, come and check it out."

A Lu didn't say anything, but just silently guarded Melk in front of him.

Seeing this, Melk took out a sharp kitchen knife from his waist. He gently stroked the blade and smiled confidently: "Correspondingly, let me test the sharpness of the new kitchen knife!"

A Lu looked at Melk who suddenly became angry in front of him and sighed helplessly. He spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Okay, I will be your opponent... Although I don't know why you are suddenly so angry, anyway, it is an important matter to you..."

Melk couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his pupils flashing with fighting spirit: "As a part that cannot be compromised, it must be defended..."

Alu rushed towards Melk at an alarming speed and roared: "No matter what, there are things between men that cannot be understood without a serious fight, Melk!"

Melk stared nervously at Alu who was rushing towards him, clenched his fists, and prepared himself for the fight.

Just as Alu was about to rush in front of Melk, he suddenly showed a smug smile. He raised his right hand, ready to use his hand blade skills: "Ah, I made a mistake, it's not a fist. And a kitchen knife is different from a knife!"

I saw A'lu's right hand slashing down fiercely, like a sharp knife. Melk reacted quickly, squatted down, and held the kitchen knife tightly in his hand to block A'lu's hand knife. The two forces collided violently with each other, making a loud "clang" sound.

A'lu's hand knife quickly slashed across Melk's kitchen knife. The powerful impact force from the blade made it almost impossible for him to stand still, and his body shook involuntarily a few times.

Melk lowered his eyes, his eyes full of shock, staring at the kitchen knife in disbelief. He saw an obvious gap on the blade of the extremely sharp knife in his hand. He had never thought that someone could split his kitchen knife with a knife.

At the same time, A Lu also felt a sharp pain. He looked down and found that the side of his right hand was cut by Melk's kitchen knife. Blood oozed out of the wound instantly, staining his palm red.

Melk moved his body, holding the broken kitchen knife tightly with both hands, and quickly squatted down. Without hesitation, he placed the kitchen knife on the special grindstone and rubbed it quickly and forcefully.

Melk quickly completed his action, stood up and straightened his back. The kitchen knife in his hand had been completely renewed. The originally broken blade had become sharp and shiny after being sharpened by the whetstone, restoring its original appearance.

I stared at the kitchen knife in Melk's hand in amazement, and my heart was filled with shock. Recalling the scene described in the story, Melk was able to respond quickly at the critical moment and resolve the crisis with his skills.

This is enough to prove that Melk is indeed an amazing grinder, and his skills have reached perfection, which is truly admirable.

Melk stood up, his eyes flashing with determination. He tightly grasped the kitchen knife in his hand, rushed towards A Lu quickly, and shouted: "Watch this, cut off the scales!"

As Melk swung his arm, the kitchen knife cut through the air with a sharp sound. A'lu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he clearly felt the invisible blade passing through his skin, and each stroke was icy and piercing.

Ah Lu gritted his teeth, a gleam of unyielding light flashed in his eyes, and he growled, "Come on, you bastard!"

Alu suddenly launched himself and rushed towards Melk. He stretched out his left hand quickly, grabbed Melk's clothes on his chest, and pressed him to the ground with all his strength. This action was so fast and powerful that Melk had no time to react and was firmly controlled by Alu.

Alu stood in the middle of Melk, his left hand tightly grasping Melk's collar, pressing him firmly to the ground. His right hand turned into a knife and pressed against the side of Melk's neck. With just a little force, the battle could end.

The corners of A Lu's mouth slightly raised, outlining a smug smile: "Anyway... you are still working hard."

Melk was lying on the ground, his cheeks slightly red from the fierce confrontation with Alu. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, his neat hair was now messy, he was breathing rapidly with his mouth open, his eyes full of resentment.

Melk gasped and asked with difficulty: "Who...who...are you..."

At this moment, I walked up to the two of them, patted A Lu's shoulder, and said in a cold tone: "Let's stop here, Mr. A Lu!"

Hearing this, A'lu loosened his grip on Melk's collar. He took a step back and stood aside.

Melk supported himself with his hands and sat up with difficulty. He looked up at me, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes and asked: "You...you said...Alu?"

I turned to look at Melk who was sitting on the ground and bowed to him in apology: "Mr. Alu, I'm sorry for offending you just now. Please forgive me!"

Melk was surprised, his lips slightly parted. He looked at the Alu standing in front of him, and said with a trembling voice: "You... you are Alu from the Four Heavenly Kings... no wonder you are so strong."

After hearing what Melk said, Alu smiled with ease: "Oh, come to think of it, I haven't told you that. So, tell me... who are you? Where is the real Melk?"

Melk's eyes lost all color in an instant. The originally flickering light was swallowed by some invisible force and became dim. He was silent for a while, as if trying to sort out his inner thoughts.

After a while, Melk finally stood up slowly. His eyes swept over me and Alu, and he said in a low voice: "Anyway, come in first and talk."

Alu and I followed Melk's footsteps into the workshop and sat down on a chair carefully carved from a huge tree stump.

Melk walked to the side silently, picked up the teapot gently, and skillfully filled two cups with hot tea. Then, he placed the cups in front of us on a beautiful plate.

I took the cup of steaming hot tea, looked up at Melk, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you very much!"

Melk's eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions, his voice became lowered, and he slowly asked: "Why... do you think I'm fake?"