" The next match is Mohan Vs Old Man Lang. Let the match begin ! " The announcer shouts.
This match has everyone excited as it is martial arts vs brute strength. Mohan stood tall over Lang looking down at the old man who had a casual smile on his face.
" Tell me something, Why have you sought strength? " Lang asks.
".....It's because it's the only thing we humans can truly pride ourselves off of "
" I see, Well that's a foolish excuse. In the face of true strength yours will only amount to rubbish " Lang said as he slightly turned his gaze and looked at Lucifer. Mohan clenches his fist and swings it down at lang.
" We shall see about that ! "
Mohan misses Lang by a hair and punches the ground cracking the ring. The crowd quickly moved away as the crack rushed under their feet.
" Rrrrrrrr !"
Mohan rushed at Lang and kept punching at him. Lang casually strikes Mohan in his chest and pushes him backwards to the end of the ring. He got angry and charged back at Lang who then leaped over his hand and struck him in his back again. Mohan slammed in the ground so hard his body was printed into the concrete. He stood back on his feet and spat the blood from his mouth.
" Why are you holding back old man, why don't you use that dragon skill of yours? " Mohan asked.
" Hohohoho getting impatient are we? "
Lang tapped his cane on the ground and the dragon reappeared and rushed toward Mohan.
" Skill 「Body of Brass 」Activate! "
Suddenly Mohan's body became as tough as brass as he punched the dragon with all his strength. There was a bright light followed by winds as strong as a hurricane. The destructive storm of the attack ended and everyone turned their gaze back to the ring. Mohan fist was smoking while old man Lang stood there. He suddenly coughed up blood and fell to his knees. The crowd was speechless by their power and was even more surprised to see that Lang took damage from the fight. Mohan walked up to Lang and looked down on him.
" Time to end this "
" Waaaait "
Hayes rushed into the ring and stood between Mohan and Lang. His rage was directed at Mohan for what he has done.
" The match as ended, you've won "
" The match hasn't ended until he admits his defeated "
" Hehehehe then I won't keep you waiting, I admit my defeat "
Lang stood back on his feet again with the help of Hayes.
" And winner is Mohan and he will be moving to the final against Fenrir " The announcer shouts and without any wait the two finalists stood in the ring.
" I look forward to fighting with you " Mohan said.
" Ha, I can finish this with a single punch ! "
Fenrir stated while rubbing her biceps. The announcer started the match and Mohan rushed to Fenrir. His body became as hard as brass and he started to punch Fernir violently. She didn't move, she just stood there receiving his punch.
- It's like I'm fighting a unbreakable rock -
Mohan thought to himself. He swung his fist with all his strength punching her in the face but her head didn't move an inch. Mohan starts to feel tired and takes a step back to catch his breath.
" Hahaha if you're done then it's my turn. Let's see how many punches you can handle from me "
Fenrir vanished and reappeared under him.
" 1 ! "She shouts.
She gave him an uppercut in the stomach and sent him flying into the air. She reappears in the air above him and punches him back to the ground.
" 2 ! " She shouts.
Mohan crashes in the middle of the ring and opens his eyes to see Fenrir fly down on him. He quickly increase his hardening to receive her third punch.
" 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.... "
Fenrir counts as she punches him rapidly. Her fist was moving so fast the humans couldn't see. She continued to punch him mercilessly, drilling Mohan's body deeper and deeper into the earth.
" 89....90...91 "
She punched him with all her strength and there was an explosion of dust. The crowd covered their eyes and waited for the dust to clear away. They walked up to the hole in the ground that was 20 feet deep. Inside of the hole was Mohan unconscious with his arms broken and Fenrir standing over him.
" You withstand 91 punches from me and I was holding back that's impressive for a human " She said.
" She was holding back ?"
"It doesn't look like it "
" This fight is the most amazing fight I've ever seen "
" But this match is unfair, she's not humans "
" So? "
The humans chattered all around Lucifer.
" And the winner of this year's fighting tournament is Fenrir " The announcer shouts and the crowd goes wild.
The match has ended and everyone decides to return to their daily activities. Fenrir threw the bag of gold coins at Lucifer and he caught it.
" Why are you giving this to me? " He asked.
" I have no use for it but you do…hm ? "
Fenrir turned to the announcer who was walked over.
" That was an impressive match for Fenrir. You're a good fighter are interested in taking up a career as a fighter " He asked.
" Nah I'm good " She responded.
" I see " The announcer looks at Lucifer.
" Young man, since you're her master, why not think about it. Forget a measly 1000 gold coin when you can make tens of thousands. Just say the word "
" I refuse "
" Then how about you sell her to me then " The announcer snapped his finger and his assistant opened a treasure chest filled with hold coins.
" All this money could be yours and I'm even willing to double it to "
Suddenly a shot was fired at him blowing a hole in his hat.
" She's not for sale, never has been and if you keep asking me again I won't miss again " Lucifer said.
" T-Then I won't waste your time "
The announcer panicked and walked away. As he walked away he wore a face of anger. Lucifer puts his gun away when old man Lang, Hayes and Mohan walk over.
" That was an amazing match Fenrir, I thank you for that "Mohan said.
" For what ?! "
" For showing me that there is a strength far above humans. "
" Hohoho thanks to you I got another new disciple," Lang said to Lucifer,who didn't respond.
Lang was referring to Hayes and Mohan who both became his new disciples.
" I should thank you for opening my eyes to see what a true dragon is "
" It's no problem " Lucifer turns and walks away.
" Just a minute... You should be careful, I heard nasty rumors about the announcer. It said that everytime he held the fighting tournament he would capture the winners and sell them off as slaves on the slave market. A werewolf as powerful as Fenrir would make an excellent merchant "Hayes warned them.
" I wouldn't worry about us if I were you. We are much stronger than we look "
Lucifer walks away, Lucifer and Fenrir follow behind him.
" Master, do you think they will be alright? "Hayes asked Lang.
" Hohoho, I would worry about it. As they said themselves they are stronger much stronger than they look " Lang responded