Rockero's defeat

The first round wouldn't be held until the day after the combat election.

"In the first fight, we have the most renowned martial arts master, Muten Roshi!

Up against...

Agate!"

This was a deplorable sight. Ágata was the fattest woman I had ever personally met in this world, she could be considered a mutant. She possessed superhuman strength. However, her other features left a lot to be desired.

The two started in the ring at dawn, the crowd of spectators already impatient from the previous day.

"No man has ever won against me, hohohoho!" Ágata posed like a diva, unfortunately, she wasn't one, and seeing her do that was just disgusting.

"Then that means you've never fought someone like me," Roshi scoffed at the overweight woman. It wasn't that he completely disliked her, but she wasn't just slightly overweight, she was obese.

"How dare you? Insolent worm! Strength is beauty and I am the most beautiful woman!" The woman's face was filled with indignation. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before.

"What an outrage! Looks like I'll have to bring reason back to this planet again." Roshi wouldn't stand still, that thought disgusted him. Beauty was something natural. What stands out about a person at first sight and attracts you.

With that, she lunged at him, jumping halfway to stomp her foot. *Crack* the stone tiles on the floor broke and some rose into the air.

"Where is he?" Ágata lost sight of her opponent, as if she couldn't even turn her neck properly.

"Up here, or rather, down now." As he said the first two words, the woman looked up unconsciously, only to see a shadow at lightning speed. It moved under her big belly. With nothing more than a punch, Agate left the arena with severe stomach pains.

"How dare you treat the most beautiful woman like that? Aren't you a womanizer?" The poor woman was on the verge of tears. Today, she had been treated very badly.

"As the strongest man, I am the one who decides what is beautiful! And you are a clown!" Due to his previous arrogance, Roshi didn't hold back with his words.

"Winner of the first match, Muten Roshi." That's what the announcer said as he interrupted inside the dome.

The next fight wouldn't happen until the sand was repaired, which took a few hours. Bullman, now named Brutus, faced off against the monk Tea Leaf.

"I'm going to crush you, little one," Brutus exclaimed. The first thing in a fight is to intimidate your opponent; if you can scare them, it gives you an advantage.

"Warehouse, someone knows its size." No more words were said, they didn't know each other nor did they want to. Tea Leaf was ready for combat.

At the sound of the cymbal that marked the beginning of the fight, Brutus charged at Tea Leaf. No matter how much he hit, the monk could dodge it. It wouldn't have much effect on Brutus who, due to his limited intelligence, devised a plan to win. He stood in the middle of the sand and lay down, waiting for his opponent to approach him.

However, he hadn't considered the public's response or the flexible rules. With the monk having too much patience and Brutus staying on the ground for too long, it was decided that both would have a competition in strength and flexibility. They tied again, which excited the crowd. So much so that a fight was held in the ring again, however, with extreme rules.

A smaller red ribbon was improvised on the ring, marking the new boundaries, and both would be tied by one of their arms. For Brutus, it was simple, he just had to keep hitting with one arm. Tea Leaf, however, now had it much more difficult. Brutus no longer needed to run to get to him, and Tea Leaf couldn't use his keys as easily with one hand.

"W-who will win!? Tea Leaf? OR Brutus!?" The announcer exclaimed at the peak of the moment.

The final altercation, however, wasn't what was expected. Tea Leaf managed to get into the best position to apply his technique, but... lacking the strength to move Brutus, he was grabbed by the head from behind and slammed into the grass as he was thrown off of him with all of his strength.

Brutus wins.

This time it was Rockero's turn. It was already afternoon, and the one fighting against him was a boxer named Harold 9 was his last name. Unoriginal. But in a world where being

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...But in a world where being named after a fruit or clothing is normal, I wouldn't be impressed if I met an Apollo 13. Rockero was trained by Dr. Brief. Whether it was systematic training or nutrition, Dr. Brief gave him a body that only someone with mutations could compare to. On the other hand, I didn't know anything about the one called Harold 9.

"In the left corner, weighing 80 kg, with a conviction stronger than anyone in the fight, we have Rockero! The fallen nobleman!"

"And in the right corner, weighing 77 kg, with a record of 18 wins and 2 losses, the challenger, 'El Tren' Harold 9!"

As the frying pan-sized rings sounded, both boxers studied each other cautiously. Harold 9, true to his nickname, moved with speed and precision, throwing quick and direct jabs. Rockero, slower but with greater power, sought to land a forceful blow.

Harold dominated the round with his jab, keeping Rockero at a distance. He didn't give up and landed a couple of powerful hooks that staggered the nobleman.

Rockero returned with more momentum, looking to take advantage of some opening, however, Harold had recovered and responded with a series of combinations that forced the challenger to retreat.

The short round ended with both boxers exhausted, but without giving ground.

The fight intensified in the third minute. Harold, with blood in his eye, sought the final knockout. Rockero, for his part, defended himself bravely and counterattacked with ferocity. Blows were exchanged endlessly, the crowd roaring with each impact. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

An accidental blow opened a wound on Harold's eyebrow. Blood began to run down his face, blurring his vision.

Rockero took advantage of the fact that he wasn't a pure boxer and landed a kick to the opponent's groin, as well as an elbow to Harold's temple when he bent down. Harold, fueled by a new surge of adrenaline, refused to give up and continued to fight with courage.

The final fight was a close battle, but with a winner already decided. With Rockero having more stamina and being less injured, he prepared to receive Harold's final assault.

"How can I lose? I made a promise, and I will keep it!" A shout erupted from his mouth, motivating himself.

Harold, with one last effort, launched a powerful surprise kick, an illegal move in boxing, that sent Rockero crashing to the ground. The referee stopped the fight.

"Victory by KO for 'Harold Train 9!'"

"A victory for the fighter Harold and a defeat for boxing!"

"This year we saw an exciting fight, but it showed that not everything can be limited to a specific martial art!"

After the fight, Rick was leaning against the door of the infirmary. With Rockero lying on the bed, it didn't make much sense to stay there any longer. Hearing footsteps approaching, Rick turned his head and saw Brief smoking as he came closer.

"Brief! What are you doing here?"

"Nothing in particular. Having enough supplies, I decided to create things other than training equipment."

"Or? What is it? A medicinal capsule?"

"What? No! They are flavored gummies, this one is ultra spicy." As he said this, you could see Rockero move his ears, and upon hearing him walk towards him, Rockero sat up and said:

"Ha! I'm already cured, what a surprise, right? Ha ha ha!"

"So I worried for nothing, what a waste of worry! I'm leaving!" Rick exclaimed.

"Hey Rick, are your martial arts really as amazing as you said?" Rockero asked, apologetic for his carelessness in today's battle.

"Ah yes, yes they are, so strong that no opponent will affect you if they make a surprise attack on you. You better learn well when I teach you," Rick said, already turning to leave.

"Ha ha, yes... Win tomorrow, I'll be watching you."