Starting with the goblin extermination

Chapter 121 [Release the Water] (Part 1)

The flames turned their exposed skin gold.

Ellis looked at Logan standing in front of her, and her heart tightened uncontrollably. But she forcibly suppressed this strange feeling and put on a confident smile.

"Do you understand the rules? No combat skills, no weapons."

"What about protection?"

Logan smiled back.

"No need."

Ellis clapped her hands.

The female referee stepped forward and used a special black leather belt to tightly bind the two men's wrists together.

The distance between the two was further reduced, forcibly shortened to less than a meter, which was very disadvantageous for Logan, who was used to hit-and-run tactics.

"Apply oil!"

The referee waved his hand.

Two assistants carried forward with wooden buckets, and the cold, special grease was applied all over Logan and Ellis's bodies.

Once everything was ready, the two were forced to stand face to face. In the firelight, Logan could clearly smell Ellis's unique scent. The smell of sweat, oil, and a strong yet pleasant body odor made him sniff.

Ellis looked at Logan's muscular body, but subconsciously swallowed.

clang--!

The gong has been struck!

Without probing, Ellis, in a tense moment, decided to end the battle with the fastest possible attack.

"drink!"

She roared and, using the belt to pull her left arm back sharply, tried to use her immense strength to unleash her tried-and-true move to break Logan's balance.

At the same time, her right hand slammed towards Logan.

But Logan's strength of 8 points was on par with hers.

With the balance bonus provided by the "Special Footwork | Feat", Logan's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his left arm remained motionless despite her pulling.

Under the terrifying dynamic vision of "Hunter's Instinct," the trajectory of Ellis's punch was crystal clear to him. Logan twisted his body, dodging Ellis's heavy punch, and then his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Ellis's wrist and trying to pull him backward.

But the oil applied all over my body was just too slippery.

Slurp.

Ellis's wrist slipped from Logan's grasp in an instant, and she lunged forward with her right leg to try and regain her balance. But Logan reacted swiftly, seizing the opportunity to slam his entire body forward while simultaneously pulling Ellis back with his left arm, causing her to lunge violently towards him.

Ellis had already missed with her punch, and now Logan took advantage of the momentum, causing her to lose her footing and fall straight towards Logan with a thud!

Two bodies covered in grease collided solidly. Iris's heavy, tightly bound body, even through the taut cloth, was elastic, slamming heavily onto Logan and being completely deformed by the pressure.

"Um--!"

Ellis let out a muffled groan. Logan's violent assault, carrying his scent—a mixture of grease and sweat—instantly filled her nostrils. The unforgettable memory from not long ago uncontrollably flooded her mind again.

Is a man's chest really that hard?

The sudden thought caused Elise to feel a rare tingling sensation amidst the fierce battle, and she relaxed for a brief moment.

But the battle continues.

Logan calmly seized the moment when Ellis crashed into his arms, his right leg sweeping forward with lightning speed, tripping Ellis's ankle, while his left hand slammed down on the leather belt.

thump!

Ellis was slammed to the ground by Logan. Logan seized the opportunity, straddling her waist and attempting to crush her to the ground with sheer weight and strength.

The slippery grease forced Logan to constantly tense and contract his muscles as he desperately maintained his restraining posture to prevent Ellis from slipping away and breaking free due to the slippery sensation.

"Good job! Hold her down!"

"We've lost! Steel Fist Iris has lost!"

The men in the audience roared wildly, while the women shouted their support for Ellis with resentment.

"Bullshit! I haven't lost yet!"

The cold touch on her back instantly jolted Iris awake. The humiliation of being pinned down by a man ignited her pride.

Compared to Logan, who was new to the ring, Iris, a regular at the Sun Festival, was much more experienced. With her upper body restrained and her body slippery with sweat, she didn't immediately try to push away Logan's strong arms.

Instead, he gritted his teeth, contracted his abdomen, and used his terrifying core strength to thrust his waist upwards.

The greasy, slippery feel and the sudden burst of strength from Ellis made Logan stagger. Ellis seized the opportunity to extend her long, powerful legs and wrap them tightly around Logan's waist from the outside, forming a classic ground defensive stance.

She used the strength of her legs to clamp down on Logan's torso, twisting her serpentine waist to make it impossible for him to maintain his balance and continue his previous attack.

The two engaged in a primal struggle on the ground.

Logan braced himself against Ellis's shoulders, trying to flip her over and pin her down, but Ellis's core suddenly exerted force, shaking wildly like a wild horse, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

In addition, the grease made it difficult for Logan to lock Ellis's joints, and the two gritted their teeth, their skin covered in fine beads of sweat.

Ellis's vulgar curses mingled with Logan's heavy breathing. Their first all-out struggle ended in a draw, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Logan gritted his teeth. This duel gave him a new understanding of Ellis's strength. Logan, who was originally indifferent to winning or losing, was now stirred by the competitive spirit of a man during the tense battle.

He wanted to forcefully subdue the tall, fit woman in front of him.

To win, he must break this constraint.

In the firelight, the two men's bodies twisted and turned. The crowd below the stage stared intently at the two wrestling on the ground. Although they couldn't see the specific movements, everyone was tense about the intense battle between the two.

Logan suddenly straightened up, trying to create some distance. He wrapped his left hand, along with the leather strap, around Ellis's left hand several more times, binding it tightly to himself. At the same time, his right hand suddenly reached down, attempting to forcefully hook onto the inside of Ellis's thigh and break through her relentless attack.

But this time, the grease, combined with the sweat from their violent struggle, caused everything to spiral out of control. Logan couldn't fathom who the hell had first suggested putting this damn grease in gladiatorial combat; he wanted to shove that guy's head up his ass.

Logan's hand slipped through the back of Ellis's right leg and he tried to pull upwards, but because it was too slippery, it lost its way along the inside of Ellis's strong and muscular thigh without any resistance.

boom--!

Finally, Logan's strong right arm got stuck at the very edge of the tight shorts, his elbow slamming against the interlocking area, gripping the fabric tightly. Logan could even feel the grease moving his elbow, rubbing against the rough fabric.

In that instant.

Ellis's mind simply stopped working.