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Chapter 119 Women Fighting

Arlando 3563, Riverwood, Asbia Square.

The Flaming Sun Festival has begun.

"They are praying for the Valkyrie's blessing."

The long-unseen dwarf Thorin led Logan and Elsa through a group of adventurers drinking ale and singing loudly.

The guild and the guards of Riverwood built several open, circular arenas out of rough logs and stones, adorned with fiery red sunflowers and white scales.

To ensure fairness, the arena was strictly divided according to adventurer rank and gender. Undoubtedly, the women's section had the largest audience, as few men could resist the allure of close-quarters combat between women.

Papa and Baron had already taken their spots near their preferred ring.

Thorin led Logan and his companion past one ring after another, toward the ring where their mutual friend, Steel Fist Ellis, was located.

His mouth never stopped talking, listing the adventurers on each arena and excitedly calculating his own gains.

"Look over there! Nova from the Skinners squad, Wildcat Nova, look at that explosively slender waist of hers, I've got 3..."

"I bet every single gold coin on her, and she won!"

The old dwarf Thorin pointed to a wiry female adventurer with short red hair on the right side of the arena. She wore a tightly fitted black bralette and frayed shorts, revealing clearly defined V-lines on her abdomen, strong arms, and resilient thighs, all of which testified to her strength.

"On the ring, you are not allowed to use combat techniques or attack vital points; you must rely solely on pure physical strength," Thorin loudly explained the rules of the ring to them.

The two female adventurers on the arena have begun their final preparations.

Logan noticed that both men's left wrists were tightly bound together by a special black leather strap about one meter long, held together by the female referee, making it impossible for them to break free. Then, two assistants carrying wooden buckets came forward and used brushes to coat the exposed skin of the two men with slippery grease.

In the firelight, their bodies reflected a glossy sheen that was sure to get your blood pumping.

"Whoever steps off the edge of the ring, or whoever is pinned down for eight seconds, is the loser."

Thorin said with a smile that the surrounding audience, holding up their glasses, were excitedly waiting for the gladiatorial combat to begin, and they burst into laughter.

The women held red flower garlands, waiting to be tossed to the strongest winner of the night. The men, meanwhile, discussed the odds, moves, and the curves of the breasts and hips of the two women in the ring without restraint.

Few men would dislike this scene, and Logan was no exception.

Watching two women fight is so much fun.

Elsa followed Logan's gaze, glancing at the figure briefly before quickly comparing it to her own in her mind. Then, she confidently puffed out her chest and pulled Logan's arm even harder into her stunningly soft body, reminding him of her advantages.

Logan was enveloped in an amazing sensation, and a large hand then gently stroked below him in a comforting way.

This sudden little movement made Elsa tremble all over. Then, her light blue eyes instantly welled up with tears. She glared at Logan with a mixture of shame and annoyance, but clenched her fists even tighter.

clang-!

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of a gong, the gladiatorial combat began.

The woman named Nova suddenly exerted force with her left hand, the veins on her arm bulging, and the belt tightened instantly, pulling her opponent backward.

The short woman stumbled uncontrollably.

"Beautiful! Press her face down!"

Thorin, sitting in the audience, roared excitedly.

Taking advantage of her opponent's unsteady center of gravity, Nova stomped forward with her right leg, her slippery right hand slipping under her opponent's armpit, attempting to ram her and force her to the ground.

However, the shorter woman reacted extremely quickly despite being pulled. Just as Nova was about to touch her, she nimbly seized the gap under Nova's feet, slipping between Nova's legs like an eel. At the same time, she suddenly pulled hard on Nova's left arm, which was connected to her.

thump!

Nova’s tall frame instantly lost its balance and fell headfirst onto the ring.

"Damn it!"

Thorin was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet in the audience.

The short woman didn't let the opportunity pass. She used the pull of the belt on her left hand to pounce on Nova, dragging the fight into a ground battle.

Because both of their skins were covered in oil, conventional gripping and grappling were ineffective.

The shorter woman tried to lock Nova's neck with her right hand, but her hand slipped and escaped from Nova's collarbone. Nova roared and strained her waist, trying to throw her opponent off in the chaos. But the shorter woman reacted quickly; she suddenly wrapped her left arm around the back of Nova's neck, and although the belt kept slipping due to the grease, she still managed to use it to firmly grip Nova's throat.

"Give up!" the short woman yelled at Nova.

"Give up! Hang her!" The gamblers around who had bet on the short woman went into a frenzy.

Nova's breathing became labored as she was choked, her taut chest heaving violently, and veins bulging on her face. The shorter woman took the opportunity to press her entire weight onto Nova, clamping her legs tightly around Nova's waist, trying to put even more pressure on her.

The referee approached, nervously observing Nova's condition.

A ruthless glint flashed in Nova's eyes.

Just as her consciousness was about to fade due to lack of oxygen, Nova gave up resisting the belt, her eyes rolling back. But at the same time, she suddenly arched her body, her right hand gripping the shorter woman's knee like an iron clamp, desperately and recklessly.

"ah--!"

The shorter woman winced in pain and instinctively loosened her grip.

Taking advantage of the opening, Nova roared, grabbed her opponent's thigh with her right arm, and yanked hard in the opposite direction with her left hand using the belt. Caught off guard, the short woman was thrown to the ground and rolled violently.

The balance of power shifted instantly.

The audience erupted in a huge gasp.

Nova successfully flipped her opponent over, but the shorter woman was still making a final struggle. However, Wildcat Nova gave her no chance. She straddled the woman's abdomen, pinning her arms down with her knees, and steadily pinned her down despite the shorter woman's frantic writhing.

Nova leaned down, her face covered in grease, and stared down at her opponent.

"three!"

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two!

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"—!"

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"The winner is Nova the Wildcat!"

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As the referee announced his verdict, a deafening roar erupted around the ring. A dozen red sunflower garlands were tossed from the crowd, landing on Nova.

Nova stood up, panting, and raised her right hand high.

She will receive the glory and screams of the victor, as well as a hefty 10 percent of the pool.

"Ha! I knew it! This woman's waist strength is unmatched!"

Thorin, holding his wine glass, was so happy he almost jumped onto Logan's back.

Logan looked at the woman bathed in the gazes of the crowd and nodded in satisfaction.

Putting aside the erotic elements, this duel does indeed possess an indescribable charm.

Just then, a cheer that was even more frenzied than before suddenly erupted from another arena not far ahead.

"What's going on over there?" Logan looked away.

"It's Ellis!"

Thorin raised his glass and downed the rest of the wine in one gulp, his beard covered in white foam.

"That crazy woman must have won again! Hurry, let's squeeze through, we can still catch her next match!"

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