Martial Arts Worlds - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Showman Lucas
“Good showing, Ren!”

“Great job!”

The members of Yokai Dojo said, wanted to high-five him, but Ren just nodded and avoided those high-fives.

He didn’t want to accidentally hurt himself while high-fiving with them!

They all just wryly smiled and gave him a nod of approval instead.

“Good job. I haven’t seen anyone win a fight without throwing a punch before.”

Kiernan said.

“Haha—he should’ve kept his eyes on the surroundings.”

Ren said with a wry smile and sat back down on the bench.

All the running didn’t really seem to affect him much, and he looked like he could’ve kept running for another hour or two.

With the gold coin in hand, the temple priest took his usual spot at the center of the battle sand, and the two masters immediately walked over to him.

“Tails.”

Master Raju said with a cold tone.

The temple priest tossed the coin high into the air, caught it, and looked at which side it landed on.

“It is tails—Master Arakawa will choose his fighter first.”

He said.

With a nod, Master Arakawa walked back to his fighters, looked into their eyes, and then, with a sigh, looked at the makeup-wearing young woman.

“Fiona—your turn.”

“Ah…”

Fiona looked at the ground in front of her, took a deep breath, and stepped forward, but she could feel her body being heavy.

As she walked to the battle sand, she sensed everyone looking at her, and she doubted that there was anyone that thought that she would win.

She lost her match against Ghoul Dojo, and it was a match that wasn’t really even close.

While she was stronger than most Yokai Dojo’s students, their dojo was infamously known for having the lowest average strength among the dojos.

She just happened to be barely better than a dozen other students.

However, compared to any other fighter in the tournament, she just wasn’t strong enough to make any impact.

“…Sigh.”

Fiona pulled out her bone knife from her boot, looked at its curved edge, and looked in the direction of her opponent.

From Wraith Dojo’s bench, a tanned man walked over with his dark wavy hair and looked like an absolute monster of a fighter.

Muscular, with tattoos covering his arm, he exuded an aura of danger and confidence that made it clear to everyone watching that he wasn’t going to lose.

‘In the match against Kitsune Dojo, he fought Vasil Morozov, who was almost as big as he, but the match was painfully one-sided—this man destroyed him.’

Fiona thought with a racing heartbeat.

“Lucas Oliveira vs. Fiona McBribe!”

The temple priest shouted, and after hearing the sound of the gong, he swung his arm like he really meant it.

“FIGHT!”

With strong steps, Lucas started approaching her with a cold look, but she showed the knife and even pointed it at him, but it didn’t make him stop.

“You’re going to get slashed—I am not afraid to do so!”

Fiona screamed.

“Hah!”

Lucas laughed, as if he found it funny, and at that moment, he started running and jumped into a dropkick.

She looked shocked and crossed her arms in front of her chest, but when the dropkick landed at her guard, she flew backwards into a pillar that was holding the temple’s roof up.

It forced the entire structure to shake, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

At that moment, sounding like a rhino charging forward, Lucas tackled straight at Fiona and sent her flying through the pillar into a pile of rubble.

“Whoooo!”

Lucas let out a victorious shout as he stood tall, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, and like a showoff, he flexed his muscles for all to see.

“I am a very showy person!”

He declared with a grin while Fiona struggled back to her feet with a bloody cough.

“I don’t like all that serious fight shit. I want to make my fights more entertaining for everyone to watch!”

Lucas said with a laugh, and when he revealed his white teeth, there were some gold teeth mixed in.

“One day, I’ll join the World Wrestling Championship, and under the spotlight of the Grand Stadium of Wrestlium, I’ll spread my arms like this, and I’ll declare myself the champion!”

Lucas spread his muscular arms wide and let out a hearty laugh that was heard all the way in the Dusk Town’s marketplace.

“Owww…”

Fiona stumbled to her feet and saw the look in the faces of her friends from Yokai Dojo—they looked like the fight was already over.

Lucas was strong.

While she wasn’t.

“…Okay.”

Fiona looked at the bone knife in her hand and then at Lucas—while he was flexing his arms, she rushed at him and swung her knife at him.

At that moment, Lucas grabbed the knife from its blade, without caring that it was cutting into his palm, and then headbutted her in the face.

THUMP!

“Urgh!”

Fiona stumbled back, let go of the bone knife, and felt her brain rattle from the impact.

Lucas tossed the bone knife away, circled behind Fiona, wrapped his arms around her waist, and then lifted her up before suplexing her onto her back.

THUD!

“Urgh!”

Fiona coughed blood and stopped moving altogether.

“Yeah~”

Lucas smiled while standing over her, put his feet on her stomach, and raised his fists in victory, but as she turned to get up, he realized she wasn’t quite done yet.

“Very well. You want to lose only after giving it your all. I respect it, and I shall make your wish come true!”

Lucas said, and then jumped high before driving his elbow into her abdomen, which immediately caused her to fall unconscious.

“Match over—winner is Lucas Oliveira!”

The temple priest announced.

While celebrating his overpowering victory, Fiona was taken away to the infirmary room, and a solemn mood surrounded Yokai Dojo’s students.

The score changed, and one point was added for Wraith Dojo.

“Poor Fiona—it was an unfair fight to begin with, as she is not a good match for muscular opponents.”

Aoi said with a sad look.

“I think her loss wasn’t for nothing. Seeing her give it her all… was truly inspiring.”

Kiernan said and cracked his knuckles.

Seated beside him, Dante and the rest also cracked their knuckles and stared ahead towards Wraith Dojo’s bench.

Jun gritted his teeth.

Gunwoo breathed heavily.

Dante rubbed his fists together.

It wasn’t over yet.