Nameless King

Wain approached Zeta and delivered a powerful punch to her stomach with his fist. She blocked it, but the shockwave tossed her aside. Zeta frowned, Wain was much stronger than she had imagined, she could block the sword with her bare hands without damage, but now she was in pain.

"I didn't know Elves could be so physically strong. Usually, your relatives rely only on magic."

"There are many interesting and unusual things in this world, or maybe we think so because we know too little?" Wain smirked and ducked.

He picked up a handful of sand from the ground and threw it to Zeta.

'Bastard!'

She closed her eyes and jumped back, but suddenly someone touched her shoulder. Zeta opened her eyes and saw a blurry image as something approached her.

Bam.

The fist collapsed, and Zeta's head sank into the ground. She spat out blood, and a few of her teeth came out.

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"Ahahahaha, looks like he's not going to feel sorry for her!"

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"This is great! I didn't think the moment would come when I'd see someone beat up Zeta!"

"Yes, it's a pleasant surprise, it's a good thing I decided to come here today. Those who were lazy missed such an incredible spectacle!"

Even though Zeta was losing, the Demons were not going to support her. They had no favorite, all they wanted was a good and beautiful fight, they did not care about the rest. Demons respected fighting spirit and strength, and the fighter's race was of secondary importance. They were warlike folk.

Wain stepped forward and struck another blow. He was not going to feel sorry for Zeta because she was a girl or lying on the ground. In a world where many people could squeeze a steel beam like a piece of paper, gender was not important. Anyone could be strong, and Wain understood that better than anyone.

Whooooooosh.

Wain's fist almost reached Zeta, but she suddenly turned around and grabbed his arm with both hands. She stretched out and wedged Wain's head between her legs tightly.
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It was a grip in which Zeta was a true master. Wain could hardly breathe, and gradually Zeta deprived him of that opportunity by tightening her grip. Her muscular legs clamped Wain's arteries, and his face turned blue.

He could not use his other hand as Zeta blocked it with his legs.

"And you're pretty ruthless, but that's what it takes!" Zeta said and twisted his legs and threw Wain to the ground.

Zeta completely cut off Wain's access to oxygen, and he began to suffocate.

"Damn, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes." The demon shook his head.

"Yeah? I wouldn't mind being in that position." Smirking, his buddy said.

"You're just a pervert, you wouldn't be in that position."

"Give up, or I'll strangle you." Zeta said seriously, and she wasn't lying.

Wain looked at her and kicked his feet sharply to the ground. They flew upward as if from a spring, and Wain changed positions in mid-air.

Zeta was still choking him, but now it was her, not Wain, who was in danger.

"You damn one!"

Bam.

They fell, and Zeta took all the damage. Her back made contact with the ground, and for a second, her grip loosened. Wain took advantage of this, got out of her grip, and moved away safely.

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Zeta rose to her feet and spat the blood clot. She wiped the blood dripping from the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"It seems to amuse you."

"Of course, because I managed to accomplish something." Zeta said, pointing to Wain's left arm. It was bent at an unnatural angle. Zeta had broken Wain's arm during the fall.
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"Yes, but you're no better." Wain looked at Zeta's twisted right leg. It had sustained serious damage in the fall.

Wain was deprived of his arm and Zeta's leg, an inexperienced fighter or the average person, would have thought the situation was equal, but it was not.

In a situation where one of the limbs was broken, the legs were much more important. They were not only a more powerful weapon, but they were also responsible for mobility, which in such circumstances was even more important than the force of the blow.

The demons and Zeta understood this, and many were already anticipating Wain's victory. Those who changed their bets at the last moment and bet a lot of souls on Wain were few, but their influence and the number of souls were enormous.

"You're missing something."

Zeta leaned over, took hold of her foot, and sharply checked it into place. She twisted her foot in different directions and smiled contentedly.

Wain frowned. Unlike Zeta, he couldn't fix the fracture with a simple move, he had lost his arm, and Zeta had only sustained a few injuries.

Whooooooosh.

Zeta bent down and ran at Wain. She threw a powerful right leg kick, but it was a trap, the real kick came from the other side. Because of the broken arm, Wain could not block the blow and was thrown to the side.

Zeta continued to attack him and hit him at different points. Wain tried to block it, but the broken arm was his weak point, and Zeta skillfully exploited this gap in his defense.

"Agh!" Wain threw up a mouthful of blood and received another punch to his stomach and then to his face. Zeta was speeding up and wasn't about to slow down.

"Eh, I should have bet on it. Zeta's no match after all. Her skills are as good as ever."

"Yeah, but this guy didn't perform badly. If Zeta had broken his leg like he did his arm, we would have seen a different result."

The audience had already accepted the outcome of this battle, but Wain was not about to give up.

Wain grabbed Zeta by the hair and delivered a powerful knee to the face. It was the strongest attack he could make.

There was a loud crack, and a fountain of blood poured from Zeta's nose. She tried to attack, but Wain did it again and again.

He kept kicking her in the face until she turned her attempts and collapsed with a blank stare, breathing slowly.