Mercenary Wars

Chapter 187 No-Tool Fighting

"Casca! Casca!" Other spectators, not to be outdone, shouted in response, "The Valkyrie will surely win!"

"Robert! May Mosa bless Robert!"

"Valkyrie!"

"Blue Beast!"

Surrounding the fighters they had bet on, the audience was neatly and naturally divided into two camps, chanting different slogans and glaring at each other, creating a subtle sense of conflict throughout the crowded boxing ring.

This sense of conflict is both exciting and nerve-wracking.

Amidst this sense of conflict, the two fighters stood on opposite sides of the ring, staring intently at each other, waiting for the referee's signal.

The referee, however, was in no hurry.

"Dear audience, some of you may not know the rules here, so let me introduce them to you!" The goblin referee, standing in the center of the arena, said with a smile and unhurriedly.

He spoke with intonation and gestures, making him appear to be giving a passionate speech.

"Stop talking nonsense! Rivergas, we don't want to see a stinky goblin wiggling his ass and giving a speech in the ring!" More than one spectator shouted. If the ring hadn't been protected by magic, they would definitely have thrown something.

The goblin referee smiled as usual: "There are quite a few new spectators today, so let me finish explaining the rules of the game. You know, it won't take much time..."

Perhaps intentionally to create a lively atmosphere, or perhaps it was truly necessary, Rivigaz completely ignored the clamor and shouts of the audience and went on to explain the rules of the game.

The Iron Fist Brotherhood's boxing matches are called "boxing matches," but they don't actually have much to do with "fists." A more accurate description would be "no-prop combat."

No external tools are allowed to be used.

Apart from that, all other means are legal.

A left jab and a right whip kick can be used, as can blessings and magic.

There is no weight class, nor is there a distinction between men and women.

The Saint Name rating is the sole basis for classifying competition levels, and boxers can only challenge opponents of the same or higher rating.

The winner receives honors and prize money.

Achieving a certain level of performance will earn you the title of "Boxing Champion".

The "King of Fighters" title awarded by the Brotherhood of Iron Fists is a civilian title. Although it is not as formal as a church title, its influence should not be underestimated.

Because similar events are rare, at least within the "Southern Mosaic Countries" where the overall social atmosphere is relatively conservative, with the Kingdom of Liberland at the forefront, the influence of the South Sea Town Boxing Tournament is enough to rank it among the top tier of similar events.

Every day, many tourists from other places come here because of its reputation.

The resulting illicit and gray industries, such as gambling, are a vital but clandestine economic pillar of Nanhai Town, like a dark artery.

Therefore, in the minds of many people, especially those in the lower classes, the glory of the "boxing champion" title is no less than that of a title awarded by the church.

Of course, it's a different story from the perspective of those in power.

The upper class also has a highly consistent attitude towards this activity, except that the lower class unanimously admires boxing matches, while the upper class unanimously despises them.

A retired high-ranking clergyman even gave the boxing match a widely circulated nickname: "Bloody Play House".

As for negative adjectives such as "incompetent," "barbaric," and "useless," they are countless.

In their view, such activities were neither respectable nor could they promote the glory of Mosa; they were simply a vulgar form of entertainment for the lower classes to degenerate themselves.

But even though it's vulgar, you still have to watch it.

There was no need for a special count; as soon as he entered the VIP section, Gaucano was certain that there were many high-society people among the boxing match audience.

There were even some clergymen whose disguises were not very thorough.

They brought huge profits to the gambling business in the boxing ring.

That is why they can sit in the clean and comfortable VIP seats, watching this utterly undignified event with a dignity that is completely different from the surroundings.

After a while, the referee finished his introduction.

Then he looked at the contestants on both sides: "Alright, you can take your oath now!"

"In the name of my Lord Mosa, I, Casca, am willing to duel with you, Robert, on the principles of fairness, unarmed combat, no killing, no cheating, and respect for the referee!" The short-haired girl's gaze was firm, and her voice was clear and powerful.

"In the name of my Lord Mosa, I, Robert, am willing to duel with you, Casca, on the principles of fairness, unarmed combat, no killing, no cheating, and respect for the referee!" The blue beast's voice was full of aggression, as he gently twisted his neck and curled his lips into an offensive smile.

After the two contestants completed their oaths, their gazes toward each other became even more intense.

Tensions.

"Very good!" the goblin referee raised his voice, then waved his hand sharply, "The match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swiftly slipped away to the side with a speed that surprised many.

In a fight with very few rules and oaths, the referee's role is more like that of a commentator. Their greatest significance is to stimulate the atmosphere of the arena with passionate commentary, and even influence the odds to some extent.

So as soon as the match began, and Robert roared as he charged at Casca, the referee immediately began his performance.

"Look, guys! Robert's launching a fierce attack as always, just like his nickname—the Blue Beast!" The goblin's voice was even sharper with its rapid pace.

"Many have already fallen to his fierce and decisive attacks, but his opponent today, the Valkyrie Casca, is also formidable! You must know that even across the entire continent of Farallo, there aren't many women who dare to step into the boxing ring!"

"Oh, Casca dodged Robert's attacks one after another!"

"Yes, that's right. Being small has its advantages. With the same amount of strength, a small person is always faster than a big person!"

The battle unfolded just as the referee had described.

Robert, the blue beast, launched a proactive and fierce attack, immediately unleashing a surging offensive. Combined with his blue hair, he looked like a series of raging ocean waves.

Casca also chose the right tactics, relying on her speed advantage to constantly dodge and weave, avoiding Robert's fierce attacks.

Her response was just right, even effortless.

She dodged every single one of Robert's powerful punches. Not only that, she sometimes managed to find openings to strike Robert.

However, her punches were rather weak against the powerful and strong Robert, and even after landing several punches, they had no real effect.

Robert continued his relentless attack, taunting, "Little girl, look at your weak fists. I can make countless mistakes, but you can't afford to make even one!"

"Go back to Pleasure Street and inherit your mother's business!" Before he finished speaking, his sweeping leg swept past, only centimeters away from hitting Casca.

Under the strong gust of wind, Casca's short hair, which resembled that of a man, was also whipped around, and the strands of hair flew wildly.

"That was close!" the goblin referee added fuel to the fire. "Robert was just a hair's breadth away from hitting Casca! You all know how terrifying the power of his kick is. With Mosa on top, how could he have such power!"

"Dear audience, how do you think this will develop?" Under his provocation, the audience's shouts grew louder and louder.

"Casca, wear this big oaf down! He moves like a pig, even John's drooling son can easily dodge him!"

"Robert, don't tell me you can't even blow a woman's head off!"

After a brief maneuver.

Under the relentless onslaught, Robert's stamina seemed to be visibly waning, and his speed gradually slowed down.

Casca's condition remained almost unchanged, and she found it easier to cope for the time being.

If this situation continues to develop, it seems that, just as some people predicted, this battle will end with "Casca wearing down the big, dumb guy."

But Robert wasn't an idiot; he knew his current situation and had even anticipated it.

Therefore, he showed no surprise or panic whatsoever.

He chose to continue dealing with Casca.

Until a while later.

Robert's stamina was further depleted, and his movements became so slow that they no longer resembled a battle. He began to focus on defense, protecting his vitals with his arms, and almost completely allowing Casca to attack.

Casca seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, her swift fists raining down like raindrops.

"Bang bang bang-"

Under the relentless barrage of punches, even though Robert was tough, he gradually became injured, with more and more bruises and abrasions appearing.

However, Casca's stamina was also being rapidly depleted by the fierce attacks. The girl's pretty little mouth was struggling to open as she gasped for breath, and her wheat-colored skin was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Casca is launching a fierce attack on Robert!" the goblin referee screamed, gesturing wildly. "Mosa, is Robert's illustrious reputation about to be ruined?!"

“Shut up, goblin!” Robert cursed, his tone menacing.

The goblin referee, however, wasn't scared: "Robert cursed at the referee, that's exciting! Is he planning to attack the referee to end the match early?"

Robert gritted his teeth.

"Bang bang bang—" Casca continued to throw punches wildly, sweat flying out with each afterimage.

"Robert, what are you doing! Quickly punch her away with your sandbag-sized fists!"

"Keep going, invincible Valkyrie, beat him to a pulp! Just like you beat all the other men!"

A little while later, more time passed.

At one point, Casca's relentless onslaught seemed to falter.

Just then, a glint flashed in Robert's eyes, and a pale blue light instantly shone from his body.

"It's starting! It's starting!" the goblin referee shouted, jumping up. "Open your eyes wide, don't miss a thing, the really exciting part is about to begin!"

"The outcome is about to be revealed, and someone will soon lose everything! Of course, someone else will make a fortune, like a mansion in the trade zone! Are you ready, my dear lucky ones and unlucky ones!" He grinned exaggeratedly.

The goblin's voice is annoying.

But it did indeed make almost everyone widen their eyes and even hold their breath.

Gaucano was no exception.

He was eating fruit in the VIP section when he saw this and immediately stopped, his mouth slightly open, staring intently at the sudden change in the situation on the stage, his breathing involuntarily slowing down.

But as the blue light on Robert's body lit up, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

At the same time, a chill seeped into Casca's body through her fist, quickly covering her skin with a layer of frost!
Under the cover of frost, Casca's movements suddenly froze.

Robert seized the opportunity and roared, swinging his fist with all his might straight at Casca's face!

Casca's expression changed slightly.

However, neither of them were newcomers, and their fighting styles had been watched countless times.

As Robert's rival, she was certainly not unprepared for the scene unfolding before her.

So when the frost came, Casca reacted immediately.

With a soft shout, and with veins bulging all over her body, her previously limp movements regained their speed and became even more powerful.

“Casca has also unleashed her ‘Impulse,’ and now she’s more agile and powerful!” the goblin referee said, his words quickening. “But ‘Impulse’ is always fleeting. Can she defeat the ferocious Robert in the limited time she has?”

"call--"

A strong gust of wind ruffled Casca's short hair once more.

She narrowly avoided Robert's powerful punch.

At the same time, she clenched her fingers together like knives.

As the movement was completed, her fingertips began to gleam slightly, looking like the cold light of a sword blade.

She then suddenly thrust out her hands!
Blood splashes!
Casca's raised hands pierced Robert's chest like sharp blades!
But at the same time, Robert's heavy blow came again!
"boom!"

(End of this chapter)