Chapter - 3

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Chapter - 3: Renewal Taekwondo

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[Colosseum Arena]

[Third Person]

"This is it!" 

"Today's Grand Finale!"

Resounded the energetic voice of a petite girl, her words filled with excitement and anticipation. She stood in front of a microphone, her youthful form adorned with two delicate cat ears playfully poking out from the top of her head.

Her attire was a unique mix of casual and extravagant, with a fitted jacket that hinted at a desire for comfort, perhaps to combat the cold of the arena. The jacket bore faint traces of decorative patterns, further emphasizing her youthful and playful demeanor.

Despite her small stature, she exuded an endearing charm, her bright eyes filled with enthusiasm as she took on the role of commentator. Her infectious energy added to the excitement of the event, making her a delightful presence in the great coliseum.

The arena itself was a magnificent sight, a colossal coliseum built with ancient stones that spoke of a long history. The circular battlefield was surrounded by massive stone tiers, filled to the brim with spectators eager to watch the clash.

Sunlight filtered through the open spaces between the tiers, casting dramatic shadows on the sand below. In the center of the arena was the battlefield, a vast expanse of golden sand stretching in all directions.

The coliseum was surrounded by an intricate network of engraved patterns and symbols, alluding to the mystical energy flowing through this place. The arena was filled with an electrifying atmosphere as the audience roared in anticipation of the coming battle, their voices echoing off the ancient stone walls.

It was a stage where you could get anything you wanted, a place where destinies were decided, and where the victors would rule over the weaker, venting all their violence and unbridled lust as a reward for their strength.

"Everyone should have a family with the name of this gladiator here, Tortu... AHEM! A lady whose "attacks" are slightly harsh! The knight, known as the Flower of the Landorott family... Is now, for whatever reason, a gladiator!"

"So far, I have won 20 out of 20 fights!"

"The Knight of the Flames, Mary Landorott!"

The girl in question entered the arena, carried on a throne by several other girls wearing only rags, leaving their figures on display for all to see. 

Their expressions were filled with fear and despair, as if they had given up hope of escaping their current situation and were merely struggling to survive at any cost.

On the throne, a tall, curvaceous beauty with long, dark plum-colored hair was seated, dressed in a sinfully tight black bodysuit that seemed tailored to accentuate her voluptuous curves. 

Her long, gorgeous crimson-red hair framed her face, which boasted soft, rounded creamy skin and sparkling pink eyes. Her body was nothing short of breathtaking, with big, almost huge, round breasts that strained against her uniform, giving it an almost obscene quality. 

She possessed full, flared feminine hips, long creamy legs, and thick, soft thighs that would rival those of supermodels in the modern world.

[Picture ---> Mary Landorott ]

She also appeared to be adored by the coliseum audience, their fervent shouts urging Mary to incite her opponent and make him cry out like a pig to the slaughter. Such depravity was what they expected to witness in this battle, a way to release their pent-up desires.

Mary had already defeated numerous opponents summoned to this world, earning her the status of a sadistic celebrity, known for putting on a show with her cruel ways. 

It was undeniable that she had achieved this by humiliating others, driven by the fact that she had been labeled a spinster at the young age of 26. Her bitterness and cruelty had found an outlet in the Coliseum, a place where she could vent her frustrations on her unfortunate victims.

"And this is his opponent, provided by the 'Chief Priest' Zayd-Sama!"

"This is Hanma Yuuto!"

The arena fell into silent anticipation as the audience's collective gaze focused on him. At an imposing 180 centimeters in height, he was an impressive presence. Fiery red hair matched the vivid hue of his eyes, capturing the spectators' attention. 

As they watched him closely, intrigued by this newcomer, they hoped for an unexpected and interesting turn in the fight, though they already knew the outcome of the confrontation.

The young man was clad in a sweatshirt that appeared to be a size too large, its loose fabric concealing the details of his physique, leaving him shrouded in mystery for onlookers.

His appearance stood out from the crowd, with his red hair and eyes giving him an unrestrained, almost animalistic air, though most of the audience were accustomed to seeing men of this sort.

For those with a keen eye, several signs of injury marked his body, with small cuts and bruises decorating his skin. It was evident that he had faced many different fights in the lead-up to entering the arena. 

[Picture ---> Hanma Yuuto]

It was as though he had already borne the marks of battle before even stepping foot into the Coliseum, and these visible signs of struggle only intensified the unwavering desire for victory that shone through in his eyes.

As he entered the arena with a calm and composed expression, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes that intrigued the onlookers. It was as if the entire spectacle was nothing more than a casual demonstration of his strength, an opportunity to assert his skill with an almost casual confidence.

His demeanor suggested a deeper purpose, known only to him, and his presence in the arena left a favorable impression on all who watched, even though everyone was aware that what truly mattered were his Skills, bestowed upon him by the goddesses of this world.

"What an honor to be chosen for the final!" "And what an excellent offering from the Zayd family, to be 'free'! Besides, the skill he possesses is..."

"One of the weakest skills, 'Adaptability'...!" Laughter resounded throughout the entire coliseum. After all, in the eyes of the spectators, what good could a skill be if it required the user to willingly harm themselves to become useful?

"As you all know, this ability allows its user to gain a certain resistance toward a specific element after enduring extreme physical damage. And even then, it provides only a small percentage of resistance against that particular element! Essentially, it's an inferior skill par excellence."

"As the weakest summoning, what do you think is going through his mind now that he's been chosen as a gladiator!?" The little cat girl began to speak, but she couldn't finish her words before the woman in question stepped forward, clearly intending to speak before the battle began.

"My poor little Adaptability-Kun, if in the heat of battle, your body accidentally ceases to be a man," Mary said, forcefully grabbing the collar of one of her slaves who knelt beside her, as if he were a toy she could use at will.

"I will simply make you my baby and then breed you properly!" She continued in a clearly lewd tone as her licked the cheek of her slave who showed a clearly helpless and broken expression.

But Yuuto appeared unfazed by the lewd threat, and instead, his gaze conveyed clear disappointment and disdain for his opponent. He moved with deliberate slowness to the center of the arena, as if the battle was a trivial matter to him.

Eventually, he paused, his indifferent gaze shifting towards the coliseum audience. It was as if he intended to put on a show to make the entire spectacle more entertaining for himself. "I will win... Don't let me down," he announced in a low tone, yet strangely, every single person heard his words as clearly as if they were lightning on a clear day.

"And I bred this spinster," he continued his statement with a nonchalance that sent ripples of surprise through the coliseum audience.

After all, there had never been anyone who made such a statement with such confidence while possessing only a weak ability.

Two women, in particular, seemed displeased by this unexpected turn of events that went against their plans. Zayd and Mary both wore expressions of annoyance, clearly not appreciating the shift in the battle's dynamics.

[Interlude]

[Hanma Yuuto Pov]

"Well, it looks like I managed to provoke without much trouble," I thought as I watched the obviously very pissed off face of the woman in front of me, who looked like she wanted to give me hell for going against her.

But it was quite obvious that I didn't care about her reaction. The first part of the plan had already been completed, and now all I had to do was watch out for her two abilities and achieve my crushing victory over her.

After all, from the beginning, she never had a chance to beat me, at least she would have if this encounter had started at the beginning without giving me time to properly prepare for this battle.

But the time I had received had been sufficient. I had managed to use a specific technique, widely used in the various worlds of martial arts, during my meditative state.

It is a technique to train and practice martial arts in a meditative trance. The user must then recall memories of past opponents. As memories emerge, the opponent's illusions appear and can be fought for practice or, presumably, for any other purpose.

Of course, I was confident that I could do it, thanks to my Demonic Brain. It not only increased my concentration and understanding but also enhanced my imagination, allowing a guy to fight an imaginary giant mantis and do damage to his surroundings.

As someone who had never learned any martial art, I had to try something like this if I wanted a chance to win and avoid being dominated by a girl, becoming subject to her desires whenever she pleased.

I cringed slightly, recalling how many times I had been killed during my meditations without the ability to fight back. It happened because the opponent I had chosen were too powerful.

After all, it didn't matter that they couldn't use their true power. Even without he memories of he true identities, he remained as formidable as gods, unbeatable by mere humans.

However, it was time to stop pondering potential strategies and start the fight. The blood inside my body was heating up like molten magma, and I was eager to demonstrate my absolute strength in this new world.

"I will slaughter you!!!" Mary exclaimed, with obvious anger left over from my previous sentence. "Purgatory flame!" A ball of fire had formed in her hand and was directed at me with a firepower that could easily have reduced a human body to nothing but bones.

I certainly didn't stand still; I dodged the elemental attack in question by taking calculated steps to the side, as if I were following movements that I had repeated many times and were now fully assimilated into my body.

But Mary did not seem to understand something as complicated, or perhaps she couldn't see the value in something that was not a skill. "You are completely useless, without any attacking power.... Don't you dare dodge this, you little shit!!!"

I completely ignored her words since they were of no use to me, and I launched a counterattack to try to put her in a difficult position. My opponent seemed to have some experience in recognizing the importance of maintaining an advantage in battle, certainly given all the summoned people she had faced. 

As she continued to cast her "Purgatory Flame" skill, she kept me at bay while seeking a better angle to observe my expression as my flesh burned, deriving sadistic pleasure from my suffering.

"Your skill is nothing compared to mine," Mary began to giggle with evident delight, her tone haughty and regal, as if she were a queen already assured of victory. "And you dared to claim that you'd bred me?"

I couldn't help but look around; the entire arena was engulfed in flames. The crowd was excited about this fight, but it seemed they had already given up hope for my victory, considering the situation I was in at this time.

"Fu Fu... You can't escape anymore; you are trapped here with me," Mary said with a small, contemptuous smile that I simply ignored.

Honestly, the whole fight was going according to my plan, which showed that this world had a caress of good strategies and clever ways to use one's abilities in the best way possible.

"Ara, there seems to be no way out anymore... But it would be boring to end the fight like this, wouldn't it? If you pray for your life, maybe I can forgive you?" I raised an eyebrow at her words, feeling my patience wearing thin with this arrogant bitch.

"Take off your clothes and kneel down in front of me," Mary demanded with a twisted sense of authority. "Also, you must shout with all the strength of your lungs, 'I am Mary-Sama's slave.' And I will only leave you with a slight burn, okay?"

"Eh... I heard you like to do that to many," I replied with an obvious sarcastic tone escaping my lips. My frustration and anger reached a boiling point at her outrageous demands.

This had gone far enough, and I couldn't stand her sadistic games any longer. It was time to show her that I wouldn't be humiliated or dominated so easily.

"Ara, so you already knew that? How boring," Mary commented with a shrug, a small smile playing on her face. "I love it, seeing the look on their faces when they find out the hard truth."

"You're letting your opponents strip naked and get down on their knees... Only to ignore their pleas for mercy and then burn them anyway, aren't you? Until the referee declares your opponent's motion and stops you."

"UFUFU... That's right."

"Is it fun to do that?" I couldn't help but ask. After all, this whole situation was new to me, and my instincts as a Hanma, along with the disadvantages I had gained from the Gacha, were not helping in the least.

She seemed slightly surprised by my words, but finally said, "It's funny... You say?" Mary couldn't help but burst out laughing, emphasizing her shapely figure. "Of course, it's very funny!"

"All these idiots who dare to oppose me, while they have hope for this absurd lie, who get down on their knees, naked and in tears! Winning is everything in this world. The winners write history. The losers are swept away by it."

I nodded in agreement; she was right, winning is everything in this world. The winners rule over the weakest and cannot just obey the strongest if they don't want to have a miserable life.

But I disagreed with a simple detail. "How pathetic..." I sighed, "Something like hunting beginners as a hobby only seems like a demonstration of one's weakness."

"What?" Mary exclaimed with a dark look that seemed like she wanted to devour me whole. It was clear she didn't like my words at all.

I gave a big grin, displaying my canines that looked like they belonged to a prehistoric beast. "Being able to make oneself feel strong by preying on those weaker than you, that's how you became such a sadistic witch." I could see several veins popping up on her forehead, which only heightened my amusement to extreme levels.

"But I've always considered myself a good boy.... I promise you that when I win I will make you strip naked and kneel before me and I will make sure to bred you in a way that you will remember for the rest of your insignificant life, You spinster!"

My words seemed to have silenced the entire coliseum. While everyone had been cheering for me, it was evident they were more interested in witnessing such a scene happening before their eyes.

They were simply a bunch of idiots who couldn't see their real priorities. "Forget it, I will kill you as slowly as I can," Mary said with clear killing intent directed at me.

"Purgatory Flame-"

"Bo-Bup" 

With a simple, lightning-fast movement, I appeared in front of her figure before she could finish casting her ability. Her eyes widened in shock as she registered my sudden presence, showing clear surprise at how I had managed to get so close to her without her noticing in the slightest.

What I was performing was a type of movement technique that allowed me to move so fast that it created the illusion of teleportation, giving me the advantage of instantaneous positioning in combat.

This way, I could instantly appear wherever I wanted and catch my opponent by surprise. Seeing how close I was to her, she immediately abandoned the idea of using her magic flamethrower.

Instead, she shifted her focus to self-defense, she also attempted to grasp her sword, which was conveniently sheathed at her side, hoping to put some distance between us and regain control of the situation.

"Hoe Grab"

But I was determined not to let her regain the upper hand and of giving her the slightest breathing space to think about a possible counterattack. In the heat of the moment, I decided to employ a specialized technique that was primarily used to break an enemy's guard, leaving them vulnerable and open to attack.

The technique, involved grappling an opponent who had assumed a defensive posture. I executed a lightning-quick reverse kick with one leg, precisely targeting her arm. The hold was forceful and strategic, causing her arm to be temporarily immobilized, rendering her unable to continue with her intended actions.

It became increasingly apparent to Mary that she was in a precarious situation and that there was nothing she could do to escape from me. Her initial overconfidence had led her to underestimate my abilities, and as I penetrated her zone of action, she was left with a sinking feeling of helplessness.

"Hwechook"

I shifted my hips and slammed my kick into Mary's chest. I felt her ribs give way immediately, and I watched as the knight spat blood, which oozed from her mouth and nose.

 It was a brutal strike, but it seemed it was not enough to knock her out. Clearly, the bodies of the inhabitants of this world were more resilient than those of normal humans.

Observing her resilience, I knew it was time to employ the last technique I had learned for this fight. With a surge of determination, I rapidly rotated the midpoint of my body, gathering all my remaining strength. I was determined to end this confrontation once and for all.

"3rd Stance Hwechook"

Allowing me to deliver an attack that gained strength by rapidly rotating on a central point. The technique is essentially a three-step kick, in which after hitting the opponent's head in two directions with the first and second kicks, shaking the opponent's brain.

The force of being slammed to one side and colliding with the kick coming from the other side causes the damage inflicted on an opponent to be two to three times greater than normal. If the victim winces and tries to dodge by turning back, the damage increases.

Mary was clearly stunned by the blows she received as she fell backward on her big ass even though by an act of instinct she tried to grab her sword and try to get up before things got even worse for her.

But unfortunately for her, I was certainly not such a nice person to allow an opponent of mine who clearly showed hostility against me to have it so easy, hence a kick that was directed against her exposed and vulnerable back that made her spit blood.

But I certainly did not stop there, and I continued to stomp on her helpless body of the woman in front of me until she finally stood motionless clearly with no strength left to continue fighting.

"S-Stop..." Mary manages to say in a hoarse voice, "I give up, don't hurt me anymore!"

"Are you kidding... A fight isn't over when a winner is decided, it's over when someone loses," I growled upon hearing this insignificant request.

What a joke! If she had won this battle, she would have used my body at will, and now she was giving up so pathetically after I had faced the fucking Monkey King to succeed against her.

My hand went straight to her neck as I held her in a steel grip where it was impossible to rebel, watching her face lose all its arrogance, leaving nothing but an utterly boring sight to me.

"What are you saying? You know that defeat comes with death, and then you will rise again when they use an ability on your body, and that's the end... Right?" I clarified, watching her expression get uglier and uglier.

"What are you going to do? If you die like this, neither Zays nor the referee will stop me no matter what I might do to your body, you know that right?" I asked as a sense of personal satisfaction grew inside me "So no one would care if I rape you right here while you're dead, would they?" I whispered the last part into her ear as her expression grew wide with terror.

"P-Please stop!!! I'll do anything!!!" I couldn't help but smile, relishing the moment. I was having too much fun humiliating her, and every passing second only added to my satisfaction.

"Did you say you'll do anything? Then you should remember what you've done to all the people you defeated in this world, right?" She gasped, clearly recalling her sadistic actions towards those she had defeated.

"So, you know what you have to do, don't you?" I said, releasing my grip and standing up, demonstrating to everyone how to achieve absolute victory over one's opponent.

Mary looked at me for a moment, her hands moving automatically to the protections of her armor at my command. Moments later, pieces of metal fell to the ground in front of her.

It was quite satisfying to get a full view of her body. The black bodysuit, now fully exposed without her armor, showcased her impressive figure, with a pair of breasts as large as her head. Her skin was soft, and her curves were undeniably alluring.

Her eyes, heavy with embarrassment, met mine as she lowered herself, and with one fluid motion, she shed her bodysuit. Now, for all intents and purposes, she stood mostly naked in front of me, as she wore no underwear.

The crowd in the coliseum erupted in a mix of shock, excitement, and even arousal, given the explicit nature of the situation. The cheers and catcalls echoed in the arena as they watched the spectacle unfold before them.

She had a huge pair of full, round boobs that stood tall and proud in the air, not too far from Zayd's, her nipples begging to be teased and abused, her full, powerfully toned, long legs that were practically any young man's are.

Mary's face was flushed with embarrassment and she seemed to be fighting back tears. It was clear that she was humiliated by the turn of events, but she had no choice but to comply with my demands.

I could not help but enjoy the power I now had over her. It was the moment I had been waiting for since the beginning, even if the battle had been more tedious than expected. She was now exposed and vulnerable while I stood tall and victorious; it was a moment I could not help but savor to the fullest.

Mary took a deep breath that made her fat tits sway deliciously and slowly turned around, and she fell to her knees in front of my feet in a perfect Dogeza position highlighting her submissive side and also her fat, juicy-cheeked ass that clearly deserved a proper spanking.

"It's...It's my loss!!!" Mary's voice echoed throughout the arena, loud enough for the entire crowd to hear. Her declaration of defeat carried with it a sense of surrender and remorse. "I will never do terrible things to another person ever again!" Her words were accompanied by an expression of deep embarrassment and humiliation.

"I AM SOOOORRY."

With her apology, my victory was officially declared by the little cat girl. In that moment, I couldn't help but look at the girl before me with a hint of desire in my eyes. After all, I had earned a reward, hadn't I?

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A/N: Very long chapter I hope you enjoy it!

As for Mc's personality, I'm trying to base it on Yuichiro Hanma, since he seems like a good choice. He is not too bad, not even too good he simply chooses to dowhat he wants.

As for the martial art learned from Mc, it seemed like a good choice, since no Hanma other than Baki really uses the lower body, and I wanted to change that a bit.

The next chapter should be an R-18 scene and also with some Gacha. 

Also, if anyone has interesting ideas for the random gatcha I will be glad to include those ideas if I like them. You can also recommend characters for the occasional "companion" card mc may pull from the gatcha.

Tell me what you think of the story with lots of comments to let me know what you think and what you want to see or even some improvements I can make.

I have left the Picture of the respective characters to give you a clear idea so that you can follow the story better.

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