Chapter - 8

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Chapter - 8: The perfect form of a warrior!

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Marl rose to her feet with an exuberant smile, conveying an unmistakable eagerness to continue our battle. "Fufu... That was quite a formidable attack. I can see your strength, but now it's my turn. Brace yourself for my punch to the chest. Defend yourself properly this time," she declared, exuding confidence as she clenched her fist before me.

"Don't joke... I'm certainly not like those soy boys you've dealt with so far," I retorted in a mocking tone, spreading my arms wide with a clear intent to absorb her forthcoming assault, showing no inclination to defend myself.

Marl responded with a broad smile, "I like you!." In an instant, she disappeared, swiftly closing the distance. Her fist connected with my rib cage, sending me hurtling into the Coliseum barrier.

"Uhg-" I spat out blood, sensing my internal organs jolted, yet the pain was strangely less intense than anticipated.

Resistance to shock? I pondered, realizing that despite the nerf to my skill, adaptability remained among the most potent skills, applicable in any circumstance. And this extended even to my mental realm, a valuable piece of information that I planned to exploit to its fullest extent in future encounters.

'Unfortunately, it seems this skill doesn't do much for my clothes,' I mused, eyeing my now-tattered sweatshirt courtesy of the previous attack. 

It had been one of my favorites, but there was little I could do about it at this point. Instead, my focus shifted to the ongoing battle—a crucial aspect of maintaining the freedom I cherished in this new life.

Marl expressed surprise upon observing my condition, remarking, "Usually, the first strike is a gauge to assess how long I need to restrain myself before finishing off my opponent. But this time, I went all out from the start."

"Thank you for the compliment," I replied in a clearly sarcastic tone, slowly rising to my feet. I conducted a swift self-check to assess if any lasting damage had been incurred, tearing off the remnants of my sweatshirt in the process.

Left in a simple T-shirt, my muscles were now on display for the entire audience, a sight unseen since my arrival in this world. It seemed to catch someone's attention. "Oh, not bad at all. I wonder how you would be when you become a girl~~" Marl remarked with an unmistakable and unabashed sexual tone.

"What questions, I would be a tomboy with a big piece of ass" I quipped, adjusting my fighting stance. With a grin, I unleashed my trump card for the fight—the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.

My words seemed to spark the right motivation in Marl, who wasted no time in attempting a punch. However, I skillfully redirected her attack, catching her off guard and compelling her to twist her body, countering with an elbow strike.

We engaged in a fluid exchange, both stepping back to analyze our opponent and strategize our next moves. "You're not even trying... Max out all your buffs; otherwise, it won't even be funny," I taunted. While physically weaker than Marl, I remained undeterred, using the challenge to fuel my determination.

Advancing, I executed a feigned Brazilian kick, managing to land a powerful blow, though a twinge of pain suggested it might have hit something significant. 

Undeterred, I shifted my movement, stepping back to parry Marl's barrage of blows. Redirecting her attack, I aimed to catch her off guard with an elbow strike, forcing her to dodge my assault.

"You're not a bad fighter, but who knows how long you'll last?" Marl's arrogance was evident, as she seemed as she had never encountered an opponent who could truly pose a serious challenge in terms of physical strength.

Stepping back, I willingly took a powerful punch, using it as an opportunity to unleash a counterattack that left her gritting her teeth at the strength of my response. Undeterred, she charged again, fist clenched, ready to deliver another blow. To her misfortune, I had already decided to shift my approach in the fight.

Caught off guard, Marl felt her skin being cut, witnessing her blood staining the arena floor. What surprised her even more was seeing me with my hands mimicking the use of a real sword. After a few seconds, I casually returned my hands to my pockets, a look of obvious confusion on her face.

Seizing the opportunity, I went for a speed blitz, adopting a low stance as if poised to slash her. However, I had underestimated her speed, as she managed to dodge my attack. The ground beneath us bore witness to a series of half-moon-shaped cuts, resembling those made by a genuine sword.

We exchanged hundreds of blows, with Marl relying on her superior physical strength while I, despite lacking combat experience, had become adept at predicting her moves during the battle. 

Wounds multiplied on both our bodies, and with determination, I muttered, "A little more, I'm so close!" The only disadvantage I had against her was gradually fading, as each fiber of my being grew stronger.

"I guess I need to up the ante if I want to win," I declared. With those words, I flooded my back with newfound vigor that surged through my entire body. Marl took a few steps back, perplexed by my actions.

Unlike before, when it was a mere provocation to attack me, this time I was increasing the density of my muscles, utilizing one of the features of my new bloodline to the fullest.

"Demon Face!"

As my t-shirt slowly tore, the entire audience in the Coliseum bore witness to a true warrior emerging before them. The initial gasps and amusement that filled the arena gave way to a stunned silence as the intensity of the battle escalated.

In this moment, an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings, rendering everyone speechless with eyes wide open, as if they might pop out of their sockets. The sensation of astonishment was palpable, shared by all who witnessed the spectacle unfolding before them.

My upper body stood exposed, stripped of any covering. Even I, in awe, beheld each of my muscles, transparent like rubies, resembling a masterpiece crafted by Leonardo Da Vinci himself. 

The human body boasts several hundred muscles, and each of mine appeared to have attained a state of perfection. Not overly rugged, but refined to the utmost degree.

Consider the meticulous balance: a slight increase in size might compromise my speed, while a diminutive size could undermine my explosive power. Yet, here, they were seamlessly interconnected, forming a divine physique gifted by the heavens.

As evidenced by the stunned expressions of the entire audience, the ideal embodiment of a warrior was laid bare before them—the precise arrangement of muscles that they now beheld.

Their bewilderment was undeniable. Yet, in their eyes, the arrangement of my muscles resembled a celestial masterpiece of art. Not only did it exude an extraordinary and exquisite aesthetic, but it also promised to unleash power at its zenith.

This represented the epitome of a warrior's perfection. As the face of a demon materialized on my back, accompanied by a subtle increase in height and muscle mass, a closer examination I felt as if I had transcended the realm of a normal human being.

Marl observed this transformation with a mixture of awe and desire, stars gleaming in her eyes, and a hint of drool escaping her lips. "You! You truly are the most captivating opponent I've ever encountered. I'll have you on your knees, worshipping me!" The thrill of battle concealed the fear of defeat within her as she charged at me, her fist raised, no longer in a passive defensive stance.

Contrary to her expectations, her fist met my face, causing my head to jerk back and my back to arch. Yet, my feet remained firmly planted, and I did not budge, my unblinking eyes fixed on Marl. However, contrary to what Marl perceived, it was as if she were nothing more than an insignificant insect in that moment.

Undeterred, Marl delivered a punch to my stomach, generating a substantial shockwave. However, with my skill far surpassing hers and by my unwavering concentration and mastery of reinforcement, I remained unyielding, not even flinching or shifting my feet.

Undeterred, she continued to strike me repeatedly, her own strength waning and her body exhausted. Despite the severe damage her punches inflicted, my resolute concentration and unwavering state rendered me immovable. While her body bore the marks of battle, my mind remained unscathed.

Even with her buffs bolstering her physical prowess, my utilization of "Demon Face" rendered her attempts to impede me utterly futile. 

Dodging Marl's hit became instinctual, my foot anchored into the ground, generating explosive power as I hurled my fist toward Marl's face.

In that critical moment, as the attack materialized vividly in my mind, it mirrored the mightiest strike of a worshipped from ancient times deity—the leader of the Greek Pantheon, the father of the cosmos.

"The True God's Right!"

The space around me distorted...

*BANG! Boom!*

At that instant, the world seemed to freeze as my fist connected with Marl. A shockwave erupted, and space itself twisted under the impact. The kinetic energy unleashed by my fist manifested as lightning, a testament to the idea that imagination could indeed transcend the constraints of reality.

The shockwave unleashed by my fist obliterated the world around us, cleaving the ground and sending debris hurtling through the air. Marl's body, remnants of her buffs fading, descended like a meteor and crashed into the ground.

Amidst the uproar of screams and exclamations from the audience behind me, I advanced toward her fallen form, casting a cold stare as she struggled to rise, defeated by my superior physical strength.

Marl lay face down on the ground, panting heavily. Her once formidable buffs had nearly dissipated, and every cell in her body screamed with exhaustion. Completely drained, she couldn't even muster the strength to speak.

With victory undeniable, just as Marl teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, my commanding voice reverberated throughout the Coliseum, a thunderous proclamation in the ensuing silence.

"Get up. We haven't finished this battle yet... I'm not done fighting you."

As if compelled by my directive, Marl attempted to rise, though her efforts were feeble, and she collapsed on all fours, sweat streaming down her face from the immense physical exertion required to resist defeat in that moment.

"What a great disappointment... To think I had prepared so thoroughly for this encounter, stocking up on Mana potions from Zulu to ensure I could continue training without the fear of succumbing to mental exhaustion."

However, my evident disdain seemed to send shivers down her spine, an electric current of discomfort rippling through her. Waves of tremors betrayed her vulnerability, bringing her to her knees, utterly broken and throbbing with a peculiar arousal—an involuntary response revealing the depths of her defeat.

"Ah... S-Stop," Marl mumbled, realizing she was incapacitated and completely defeated. With no recourse left, all that remained was a desperate plea to avoid a dire outcome.

Observing this spectacle, my smile widened to its fullest extent. "This is what should be done to a misbehaving opponent!" I declared, taking charge and positioning her in a vulnerable posture, head down and big ass up, her cheek meeting the floor.

"Wha...?! Wh..."

Spank!

"Yyaaa!~~"

Her ass throbbed against the shape of my cleavage as she tilted her body from side to side, her full cheeks slapping against each other in a hypnotic display of dark, big ass flesh.

Spank!

Marl bent low, her legs straight and her back arched as she leaned into the air, her arms briefly wrapped around her athletic calves. When she straightened up again, she placed her feet in a lascivious squatting position, her hands on her knees as she shook her dark ass right in he face.

Spank!

"Ahh~~"Marl looked up at me, desperately trying to think of something else when she felt another slap on her bottom. "Thanks, Daddy!" She tried to stifle a groan, trying to keep some dignity. But finally I give her another hard slap all over and before she can mumble an objection, another slap lands on her ass.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Hyaaa! Kyaaa!!~~~"

"Hyaaa! ~~~ ~"

Only this time she feel as if a fire has lit inside her. "Ti t-tthhannk, Mahsters!" She expresses, barely finishing before her ass is punished again, and this time her don't make it and cum like a common street whore.

I couldn't help but smile like a child at Christmas who got the toy he wanted as he stared at Marl's ass, dark cheeks jiggling and slapping in an obscene, vulgar spectacle.

I had intended to train her ever since he first saw her, and Marl was obviously an obedient and willing student, always learning and honing her skills. Her ass was like a finely tuned instrument, always ready and willing to be played and moved as I wished, just like any other part of her body.

"God, your body is just made for being a whore. You are such a bad girl, Marl. Your ass is so fucking huge that it's practically asking for this whole situation!" The truth of my words was shown by the huge throbbing erection I was sporting as I stared at the red-haired tomboy as she wiggled her ass.

Marl felt herself blush, which was rare and unusual for her, like a dog at the words "bad girl". Her body was made for killing and breaking men.

Yet there she was, dancing and shaking her ass like a common whore for a bag of coins for me, her body moving and bending like a trained animal, the sound of her ass clapping together echoing in the arena.

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A/N: A shorter chapter this time; I hope you enjoy it as always!

This fight concludes the combat. In this chapter I once again showed the potential of the Demon Brain, even managing to imagine a god attack from another universe.

I also decided to show "Demon Face" in this chapter, simply because it seemed the best time. Since the upcoming fights will be won by his other abilities that have yet to show their true strength.

Anyway, remember to comment and leave a review. If you have any questions, feel free to ask as usual.

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