Chapter 93 Title Match
Chapter 93 Title Match
“Wooo! Beat the crap out of her!” Alessandra screamed, completely hyped up, pumping her fists into the air.
The girls—and even the kids—turned to her in surprise.
For a moment, they all just stared.
Was this really their usually composed sensei? Cheering like a wrestling fan at ringside?
Yumi blinked. “…He’s turned into a full-on wrestler now.”
“And she’s into it,” Reika muttered, eyeing Alessandra, who didn’t even notice the attention.
Back in the ring, Goka slowly rose, snarling, one hand still covering her face.
“That hurt, you bastard,” she growled, eyes blazing with fury as she locked onto Iryoku.
Before she could charge—
The shady guy—who had managed to get back up—rushed her from behind, aiming to land another flurry of strikes.
But to his shock, Goka caught one of his wrists mid-air.
“Nice try.”
With a single, brutal motion, she flung him clear off the platform.
He flew through the air—crashing into a bench in the middle of the crowd.
The spectators exploded with cheers, stomping and hollering with excitement.
“Now only two fighters remain in the ring… the powerful Goka, and the newcomer—The... dancing man,” Ligero’s voice echoed across the plaza.
The crowd roared.
Iryoku and Goka stood facing each other on the stone platform.
The final two.
The girls glanced around—the elf duo were out, the bear-man lay groaning on the sidelines, even the agile skinny shady guy had been launched into the audience.
Iryoku’s entire team had been eliminated.
But Iryoku?
He just kept dancing, unbothered. He spun dramatically on the spot, waving his arms, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
“I’m the best!”
Then he cupped one hand to his ear, turning his head back and forth.
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
He pointed at the crowd, egging them on.
The spectators cheered even louder—some out of support, others just because it was hilarious.
Even Goka paused, blinking in disbelief at the absurdity.
“Thank you, thank you! I teach on Thursdays. I don’t charge much,” Iryoku added with mock confidence, bowing dramatically.
Goka’s brow twitched.
“What are you celebrating, you jerk?” she snapped, her angry eyes narrowing. Her large, round monkey ears twitched slightly. Her expression darkened.
She scanned him from head to toe—this ridiculous human, covered in hickeys, still grinning and dancing like a fool.
Something about him infuriated her.
She moved.
With surprising speed for her size, she charged forward and unleashed a barrage of punches.
WHAM WHAM WHAM.
Each blow came fast and heavy, aimed to flatten him.
But Iryoku twisted aside—dodging at the last second.
Goka snarled and swung again.
He ducked, then rolled between her powerful legs, popping up smoothly on the other side.
Two quick punches—one to her ribs, one to her liver—lightning fast.
She turned, growling—but he was already gone, slipping just out of reach again.
The crowd gasped—then roared.
Even Ligero narrowed his eyes from the viewing platform.
“He’s too fast…”
The cheers swelled again as Iryoku danced backward with a wide grin, sticking out his tongue, still bouncing lightly on his feet, completely unfazed.
But Goka?
She was losing her mind.
With a primal growl, like a gorilla she began pounding her chest with both fists, her breath ragged, her muscles twitching with rage.
She charged again—wilder than ever. Her movements turned erratic and unpredictable. She leapt into the air, twisted her body mid-spin, and came down raining punches and wild strikes in every direction.
Iryoku dodged, slipping between gaps, ducking low, weaving back—barely keeping up with the sheer chaos of her attack. He managed to land a few quick counter-strikes, but none of them had stopping power. He was simply trying not to get hit.
Because one clean blow from her would be enough to end it.
Then—it happened.
His foot slipped slightly on the worn stone platform.
Just enough.
A punch grazed his side.
Iryoku jumped back immediately, skidding across the platform and dropping to one knee, a hand clutching his ribs.
The girls gasped.
Their instincts screamed to run in and stop the match.
Kael and Kima looked up with wide eyes, holding onto Alessandra’s hand tightly.
“D-Did he get hurt?” Yumi whispered, worry filling her face.
Reika’s hands were clenched.
Even Alessandra’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding.
Iryoku remained still, sweat pouring down his forehead, teeth gritted.
“Tch... Dammit, she got me,” he said loudly, breathing hard.
The crowd fell into a tense silence.
Then—cheers erupted again—this time for Goka, who walked forward triumphantly, fists raised.
Now, full of smug confidence, Goka spoke.
“Funny little runt… how do you want to be finished? By the strongest and most beautiful woman?” She smiled darkly.
Iryoku raised his head and looked at her, his face weary.
“Heh. You call yourself strong?” he scoffed.
“You’re not even half as strong—or as beautiful—as my wives. Hehe.”
He half-mocked her, still down on one knee.
Goka’s rage flared.
With a roar, she lunged, both hands coming down in massive, hammer-like strikes.
Or… not.
Iryoku’s tired grimace suddenly twisted into a wide, energized grin—and at the last second, he sprang upward like a coiled spring, slipping perfectly between her fists and driving his knee straight into Goka’s face.
“HANUMAN THAYARN!” he shouted.
CRACK!
A brutal, direct hit. With her own momentum working against her, she had no chance to stop it.
THUD.
She crashed to the ground—completely still.
Silence.
“I WIN,” Iryoku declared, raising a fist triumphantly.
He straightened up, hands on his hips, and with zero shame, struck a full double front bicep pose, muscles flexing under the sun.
Unscathed. Undeniable. Unbelievable.
The crowd exploded into cheers.
“IRYOKU! IRYOKU! IRYOKU!”
Even Alessandra was shouting his name, pumping her fists in the air.
Yumi clapped wildly, cheeks flushed with pride.
Reika smiled brightly, her admiration unmistakable.
Kael and Kima jumped with joy, waving their arms like kids cheering for their favorite hero.
Up on the viewing platform, Ligero stood frozen, mouth slightly open.
He’d forgotten to announce the winner.
Slowly, he turned to Mr. K.
The mysterious nobleman gave a small, approving nod.
Ligero finally cleared his throat and raised his voice.
“We have a winner…! The mysterious newcomer…The dancing man… WINS!”
As Iryoku continued his antics, others moved through the arena, healing the wounded participants.
The bear-man finally got up, still in disbelief, and glanced from Goka’s unconscious body to Iryoku’s triumphant grin.
He walked up, dazed.
Iryoku turned to him with a smirk.
“Hey, big guy… look, there’s your girl. She’s still warm. I suggest you go claim her while she’s out. Heh.” He chuckled.
The bear-man gave him a strange look, shook his head, and wandered off to find his skinny, shady friend.
Iryoku turned back to the girls, still beaming, and waved them over with a wide sweep of his arm.
They came to him.
“Good job,” Yumi said, raising her hands before jumping into Iryoku’s arms. She felt a sudden urge to show him affection, remembering how her mom and grandma always cheered and hugged her whenever she achieved something.
Reika stepped closer with a soft smile.
She congratulated him quietly, eyes glowing.
But Alessandra was different. Still buzzing with adrenaline, she marched up and punched him in the shoulder.
“Great fight. Iryoku, you really surprised me.”
Her face was flushed—not from shyness, but from excitement and high energy.
“Heh-heh,” Iryoku laughed, rubbing his arm. It hurt—but he didn’t care.
“Ooh-hoh.”
Goka finally stirred. She sat up, shook her head, and rose slowly.
Her face darkened as she spotted Iryoku again.
But then she turned to the VIP tent—and froze at Mr. K’s piercing glare.
His amber, feline eyes cut through her like daggers.
She quickly looked away.
Still sore, she walked over to Iryoku and the others.
They turned to face her.
“Don’t get cocky,” Goka sneered, pointing a thick finger at him.
“You wouldn’t stand a chance in a real fight. If I’d used Ruach and my weapons, you wouldn’t have even scratched me. You’d be dead.”
Iryoku didn’t even acknowledge her.
Instead, he turned to Reika, lifted her by the hips, and grinned.
“I won a lot of money, Reika, babe.”
She yelped in surprise but then laughed, smiling warmly down at him.
Goka scowled, muttered something under her breath, and stormed off.