"Please, I don't want to hit you again." Jun's voice started to crack, but his hands were still tightly clenched. The spectators berated Jun for not continuing with the attack. "Hit him again, c*nt!!!" "What are you here for if you don't fight, Bastard!!??" "I'm sick of looking at you!!!" Rory stood up, feeling a pain in his jaw and a dizzy in his head. The helmet pretty much dampened Zerneider's punch. "Then I will attack you." The red-haired warrior charged at his enemy and slashed at him. This time Jun didn't resist, resignedly accepting the attacks all over his body. "At least Jun put up a good fight earlier." Lognar sighed. "Fortunately, he didn't slam his opponent as he did to Lexi." "With that armor, any slamming will not affect Rory." Matt narrowed his eyes. "And I think Rory has been positioned himself in such a way as to make it hard for Jun to grab him." the Dwarf added. On the umpteenth shiel

"Well, this match was quite interesting, even though it was short." Lognar grimaced as he looked at Urukka's almost shapeless body being carried by the staff. "Poor Arael, she has to reconstruct that lizardman's body." Meanwhile, Liam seems disoriented. Shirtless and already back in his human form, he had to be led by an official to get out of the arena. "Let's move on to the next match," Matt said after the staff finished cleaning the arena. "You're going to love this, Lognar." "Yeah, apart from Norug, I'm also curious about that other new fighter we're going to watch. I've never seen her train, so I don't know what to expect." As the stadium's light dimmed, accordion sounds, guitar melodies, and drum beats filled the air. As in the previous show, Norug Bonebuckle walked into the arena, slamming a clay alcohol bottle on his head. "Norug said he would fight as best he could so that Shori would like him even more." Lognar chuckled while Norug h

{Earlier on the day, before the show}   Shori entered a preparation room in the stadium. Her gaze met a white envelope on a table. There was a heart-shaped red seal on that thing. Annoyed, the tribe woman took the envelope and checked the writing on the back. [From Norug to my love Shori] Shori tore up the letter without opening it, leaving the pieces scattered on the table. She then took a deep breath. There's no point in dealing with that. She had more important matters. This fight is one of them. She then put down her bag and took out several palm-sized pieces of paper. The tribe woman had a bit of trouble sticking the papers to the wall because she wasn't used to using that thing called tape. Shori took a few steps back, looking at the name of her god, which was surrounded by other names. She knelt down, clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and prayed. "My God, bless my f

The show is over. After having a short evaluation meeting with the staff, Matt walked out of the stadium with Megumi. "To be honest, this is quite tiring, Megumi." The president took a deep breath. "On one hand, I can heave a sigh of relief that MFC 2 is done, but after that, I worry about what's next." "I'm sure you can do well in MFC 3, sir." The assistant wore a warm smile. "You've set things up to keep the audience interested in coming back." Carrying the clay bottle, Shin Nagato joined Matt in walking down the hall. "How is it, Mr. President? Are you disappointed that my match was so short?" "Your speech already compensates for that. I didn't expect you to have such extraordinary speaking skills." Matt chuckled, pointing at the ninja's bottle. "Is that wine?" Shin slightly lifted the bottle that looked like Lognar's. "Yeah, it's good. But I prefer sake, though." Megumi chimed in. "I suggest drinking in moderation, or you'll regret

Rory squirmed in the clinic bed, wincing in pain. Even so, the black veins on his body had reduced considerably. Arael, who was bringing her shining palm to the red-haired warrior's chest, sighed. "I will ask Mr. Nash to ban you from wearing armor like that again. I'm having a tough time healing you." "But you are wonderful, Miss Arael." That man winked but still looked in pain. "In my previous life, it took my friends almost a year to fix me, while you can in such a short amount of time." "In me, there is a small part of a god." The healer explained. "So, I do have an almost divine ability to heal. I actually admire your mortal friends who can heal you in under a year." After Arael stopped the medication, Rory breathed a sigh of relief. "Chances are you'll be fully healed three days before MFC 3." Arael tidied up her healing equipment on the table. "I hope that's enough time for you to prepare everything." "It is more than enough." Ro