Preliminary Rounds (6)

At this time, the attendants raced into the ring to remove Hojo Toridasu. He barely managed to voice a few weak words as they took him past Ayla's side. "Thank you, thank you for saving my life."

Following some discussion between the chief and junior supervisors, the junior supervisor got up and said, "One should be ready to face life or death once one steps into the ring. This does not contradict the tournament's original purpose. Rokuro Monsuta's victory is deemed as valid, and he will be given Hojo Toridasu's bronze token."

The crowd booed in disappointment with the unfair match against Rokuro Monsuta, who was sneering with an arrogant look on his face.

Ayla stared at the large man, with coldness and boredom in her eyes, hoping he would give her somewhat of a challenge as well as think about how many bronze tokens he had on him.

The judge looked at Ayla and his eyes naturally landed on her large chest, but he appeared to be calm and stated, "Since you have entered the ring to compete, state your name and origins."

"I guess I'll pick a city from Illinois and add the word "Valley" at the end as my place of origins.' Ayla looked up at the judge with a calm look and said, "Peoria Valley, Ayla."

"Peoria Valley?" Everyone turned to look at Ayla, "What is that place? I've never heard of it."

The Warrior Tournament did not, however, keep track of competitors' real origins. As long as they were not apprehended, even fugitives could compete, so the judge asked no more questions.

"Ayla vs Rokuro Monsuta, match—begin!" The judge shouted, with his flag raised.

In comparison to the earlier battles, Rokuro Monsuta's attitude toward Ayla was entirely different. He carried the stone pillar whilst standing in the middle of the ring, trying to make Ayla feel oppressed. He decided to threaten her instead of striking immediately like before, "Little bitch, at your beautiful, flawless skin. I can't bear to kill such a flawless beauty as you! I've had enough of battling for today; why don't you surrender and come down from the ring to play with me? Maybe then I'll spare you from dying. What do you think?"

From the kick just now, he concluded that Ayla was using some sort of arcane tool or arcane arts to save his last opponent, which was OK given it was done so to save him, but the use of such tools was prohibited when the match officially began. With that being the case, Rokuro Monsuta simply could not take her seriously in light of this, but of course, a man would never wish to kill such a stunningly beautiful woman.

Ayla looked at the arrogant man and pulled her katana along with the sheath from her Obi. She unsheathed the katana and stabbed it into the floor of the ring, but kept the sheath in hand.

Seeing that Ayla stabbed her katana into the ring, Rokuro Monsuta grinned, "Little sister, why did you stab your sword into the ring? Did you decide to surrender and come down from the ring to play with me?"

"No." Ayla raised the sheath and said, "This is my weapon."

"Ah?" Rokuro Monsuta was stunned, "Hahaha…, a sheath is said to be a weapon. Little sister, were you scared silly? Tell me, what is the sword you stabbed into the ring, is it for decoration?"

Ayla glanced over at her sword, "You are not worthy, for me to use my sword."

"What?!"

Not only was Rokuro Monsuta shocked, but even the spectators were. This was a life-or-death battle, but instead of using her sword, she chose to use the sheath.

Initially, many of the spectators' samurai were very pleased with Ayla for having the courage to act to save people, but now they all expressed concerns because they felt she was acting too loftily.

Rokuro Monsuta was born a misogynist that despised such petite and weak creatures as women. He was so outraged by the woman's insolence that his face became bright red, his arms bulged, and the veins in his bald head began to throb. "Little bitch, since you dare to underestimate me, I'll strip you in front of everyone, and then we'll see who dares to behave so pompously in this man's ring as a mere woman."

He hurled the stone pillar to the side, creating a small crater where it landed. He extended his two large hands toward Ayla's delicate body with a speed that did not fit his size.

The crowd was astonished to see the huge man grabbing for Ayla, like a giant grabbing a small house, but it wasn't like they could do anything besides watch.

Facing the two large hands that slowly extended to her in her eyes, Ayla lowered her body so fast that it was unimaginable. In the eyes of everyone, no matter if they were strong or weak, they could only see a black phantom. She took a step and moved closer to Rokuro Monsuta.

With the sheath in one hand, she swung it up. The pure physical strength of a dragon erupted and the search drew a beautiful black-silver arc with a whoosh!

Boom! Ayla's sheath sent Rokuro Monsuta's massive body rocketing into the air, reaching a height of more than 500 feet while the entire ring shook violently.

The crowd exclaimed.

However, Ayla also bent her slender legs slightly and sprang herself into the air. Arriving above Rokuro Monsuta, who was knocked into the air, she flipped her body and struck his face.

*Bang!

Before he slammed into the ring, Ayla appeared beneath him and swung her sheath upwards.

Bam! He was sent 10 feet into the air, and as he felt dizzy, his eyes turned white, and his skull was bleeding as if it had been cracked.

"Ah, cough..."

Ayla holstered the sheath in her obi and put her hands on the ground as support before kicking the giant man out of the ring with her legs.

Bang—!!! He was kicked out of the ring like a cannonball, and slammed into the wall of a white house across the street, creating a hole in it where his huge body got stuck.

"..."

Surprised, the judge got to his feet and peered at the huge guy carved into the distant wall. Eventually, he raised the red flag and declared, "Ay—Ayla wins!"