Chapter 161: The Final (2)

Of course, Leva didn't care about the cheers. She remained focused on her opponent and returned to her stance. Ivan wasted no time and ran towards Leva, who not only dodged but ran away again.

There was a chase in the arena, which made the referee look confused. The audience from Acornhull also berated my fighter. At the same time, the Redtooth crowd stopped cheering, probably because they were also confused as to why Leva did that.

And I let Leva do it. If Leva really wanted to run away, she would either give up or leave the arena altogether. However, she continued to move swiftly in various directions in the arena, even crawling under the opponent's crotch.

She must have a plan. Besides, I knew Leva wouldn't run away so easily. She even fought a group of deadly arachnids once.

"Hey, don't run away from me! Fight me!" Ivan looks frustrated. He looked here and there because he lost Leva.

"One! Two!" The referee counted Leva, who turned out to be outside the arena.

"Behind you! Behind you!" Several of the Acornhull spectators shouted at their fighters.

Leva climbed onto the rope and jumped just as her opponent looked back. Leva's knee then hit Ivan's face hard. The fighter from Acornhull stumbled backward, clutching his face, but didn't fall.

My female fighter doesn't stand still. She got back on the rope and jumped again. This time to kick Ivan. However, Ivan lowered his hand from his bloody face, instantly catching Leva, who was in midair.

I flinched when Ivan slammed Leva's body hard, causing a loud thud that made the audience scream in unison, "Oooh!!!"

And I can't believe my own eyes. I thought that Leva would faint from that hard slam, but in fact she didn't. She instead flanked Ivan's arms with both legs, twisting and pulling them tightly.

Armbar. A submission that is often done by MMA fighters in the real world.

"Argggghhhh!!!" Ivan picked up Leva, who was still locking his right hand, slamming it hard again for the second time.

And Leva still persisted in locking his opponent. Her teeth gritted, and her eyes showed an extraordinary determination.

I'm sure, in the real world, this would not happen. Anyone would definitely release their submissions if they were slammed that hard. Especially twice. This female colonist of mine is special.

Ivan wanted to slam Leva again, but he couldn't lift her up. The man turned his head to one side of the arena. Then, he walked to that side with great difficulty and winced in pain.

The man came out of the arena, and of course, Leva was carried there.

And they were all mobbed by the officials, who immediately tried to release Leva's submission. Any attacks should not be carried out outside the arena, after all.

"First warning, fighter Leva is attacking fighter Ivan outside the arena!" The referee shouted. "On the third violation, then fighter Leva will be disqualified..."

Leva didn't let go of her submission. She was able to hold on even though so many people tried to let her go.

Ivan, already lying down, started hitting the ground with his other hand while screaming in pain. Meanwhile, the referee looked confused. Apparently, this kind of condition does not exist in the regulations. He also couldn't count for fouls out of the arena because the 'attack' was still going on.

So, Leva is just waiting for Ivan to give up.

"Disqualify her now!" One of the spectators from Acornhull exclaimed, which was followed by cheers of approval from his comrades.

"Hey, don't talk carelessly! She didn't break any rules!" One of the spectators from Redtooth answered in a voice that was also loud.

An argument ensued between the two groups, accompanied by verbal abuse. Tosa and an Acornhull's high-ranking official came down from the tribune to calm their respective people.

"If you don't take it off soon, you will be disqualified!" Finally, the referee made a decision.

"That kind of thing is not in the rules!" Leva replied.

"One of my duties is to make sure the match goes well! And now the match isn't going well! Release him now! If you argue one more time, I will totally disqualify you."

"Tch!" Leva snorted, then rolled into the arena. The official who surrounded him disbanded. Meanwhile, Ivan who was still outside just lays holding his right hand, constantly groaning in pain.

I realized something was wrong when Leva didn't get up right away. The red-haired woman continued to lie in the center of the arena while wincing in pain.

Ah, the two slams still had an effect on her. Maybe it's her extraordinary determination that makes her able to keep locking the opponent's hand.

"One! Two! Three!" The referee started counting. This time he did it by lifting both fingers simultaneously every time he said a number. "Four! Five!"

He counted for the two fighters. To Leva as she lay on the ground and Ivan because he was outside the arena.

Leva finally started to get up using the rope. On the other hand, Ivan remained outside as he continued to groan in pain.

Ivan had been through that submission for a long time, but his legs should still be in normal condition. How could he be so helpless? This man should have stood up a long time ago. Or perhaps, the pain he felt was too great so that when he moved another part of the body, the hand hurt even more?

When Leva got up on the count of seven, Ivan just shifted towards the arena. I started to get nervous because of that. If Ivan can't enter the arena until the count is over, then Leva will win.

The cheers in support of the two fighters from each group were still heard.

"Eight! Nine! Se...."

And finally, Ivan made it into the arena. Leva took a breath, then ran to the man who was kneeling and looking down.

"Ughhhh!!!" Leva fell backward as soon as Ivan's fist landed hard on her stomach.

And Ivan got up without difficulty at all, even though his right hand drooped weakly.

Shit. He had pretended to be helpless. It seemed that Leva had let her guard down because she felt she had the upper hand, so she attacked without thinking.