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"From the moment I was invited here, there's no such thing as a fair game."
"I see..."
On the arena stage, Bonita untied the string around her arm and roughly swept her red hair back, tying it up.
Bellum looked a little nervous.
"Just do what we've practiced and rehearsed. It's what we've been doing every day. It's just that we don't have swords."
"Huh? Yeah. Okay, Bonita."
"It'll be impossible to push those big guys out with strength. First, we exchange attacks and defenses, then look for an opening."
"Got it!"
—The 2-on-2 combat sparring will now begin!
The two men from Leonel's side slowly closed the distance.
Bonita, who was carefully observing the two men as they approached, said softly.
"Fatty first."
"Okay."
Bonita lightly shook her wrists.
"Let's go!"
Bonita and Bellum quickly dashed forward.
Bellum in a straight line.
Bonita drew a large semicircle, going to the left side of the fat swordsman.
Bonita's fist and Bellum's kick landed on the man almost simultaneously.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Bonita's fist hit the man's face, and Bellum's kick struck his side.
However.
Smirk.
The fat man didn't seem to have taken any damage.
Only the face that had been hit by Bonita's hook turned slightly to the side.
The fat man grabbed Bellum's leg, which was still stuck in his side.
The man rotated his body.
Bonita gritted her teeth.
'Damn it! I knew his defense would be high, but his movements are fast too!'
When you train internal energy, muscles naturally develop.
An immense amount of fat covers them.
Moreover, judging by his movements, he's accumulated a considerable amount of internal strength as well.
The fat man completed his spin and threw Bellum away.
Bonita, anticipating the move, leaped forward.
Thud!
Bonita caught Bellum in mid-air.
Even with Bonita grabbing him, they flew quite a distance before barely landing inside the arena.
"Thanks, Bonita. I almost flew completely out, right?"
"This isn't going to be easy. He's quite skilled."
The two men slowly walked towards Bonita and Bellum again.
The men naturally took the center of the arena, and Bonita and Bellum were cornered.
"We need to take the center."
"How?"
Bonita pondered for a moment.
An easy solution didn't come to mind.
"Damn it. If only we had our swords."
"Right. All we've learned about hand-to-hand combat is just skimming the surface. What should we do?"
"What else? We have to clash. Be careful not to get caught! Bellum. Let's go!"
Even without holding a sword, Bonita was still Bonita.
Together with Bellum, she rushed towards the men again.
This time, the target was the tall man with lean muscles.
Bonita channeled her internal energy to the fullest, lowered her body, and aimed for the man's lower body.
Seeing this, Bellum immediately leaped forward and threw a punch at the man's face.
Bang!
The fat man, standing next to him, jumped and rammed into Bellum.
Bellum, who had leaped to punch the tall man's face, was thrown sideways.
The tall man lightly jumped, avoiding Bonita's tackle.
At that moment.
Crunch!
Bonita's foot firmly stamped on the arena floor as she tackled.
At the same time, Bonita's body bounced upwards.
A move that anticipated the tall man's reaction.
The flustered man crouched, crossing his arms in an X shape.
Wham!
Bonita's fist slammed into him.
With a powerful impact, the man's body was pushed backward.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Bonita's figure shot forward again.
The tall man's body was still in the air.
It was an incredibly fast attack.
Thwack!
Wham!
Bonita's attacks came relentlessly.
Relatively small in size, and lacking in both internal and external strength, it wasn't easy to inflict critical damage with bare fists and feet.
Bonita was well aware of this fact.
From the first clash and movement, she knew that the tall man's internal and external strength was at least equal to, if not greater than, her own.
'I have to push him out this time no matter what!'
Having gained the offensive, she planned to launch a series of attacks to push the tall man out.
On the other hand.
The tall man was just barely managing to block Bonita's attacks.
He had been too careless, judging by the opponent's age, gender, and physique.
Bonita's tackle had been a trap.
He hadn't anticipated it, and because of that, he had allowed one hit.
He had been surprised for a moment, but he had lightly blocked her attacks by crossing his arms in an X shape.
Carelessness only happens once.
Now, he planned to teach this naive girl swordsman the way adults fight.
However.
Since then, he hadn't been able to attempt a single counterattack.
Her attacks were incredibly fast.
Since he couldn't properly counter or evade, it was only natural that he was being pushed back little by little.
'What is this girl! At this rate, I'll really be pushed out of the arena!'
The tall man began to panic.
She wasn't even trying to land a critical hit, and attacks were relentlessly pouring down on his guard.
Although small in stature, the opponent was clearly a warrior who had trained internal energy.
There was nothing he could do about his body gradually being pushed back.
Like rain soaking clothes, the small impacts accumulated and made his body feel increasingly sluggish.
'I have to somehow stop the attack...!'
He blocked Bonita's right straight with his arm and looked for an opening.
He saw the eyes of the seventeen-year-old girl, staring directly at his pupils.
He made eye contact with her.
'Scary eyes. If she had a sword, I would already be...'
Useless thoughts.
Thoughts that were completely unnecessary during a battle.
That's how intense Bonita's gaze was.
Even though she hadn't been able to inflict any significant damage, her eyes were like those of a beast trying to devour its prey.
In that fleeting moment when the man was distracted by Bonita's gaze.
A time of less than a second.
The man, who was trying to find an opening, had instead revealed his own.
Bonita's left hook, coming from a blind spot, landed squarely on the man's chin.
Thwack!
There was no time to guard.
Crack!
The sound of bone breaking could be heard.
He didn't know if it was his own jaw that had broken or the girl's fist.
But one thing he knew for sure.
His legs were giving way.
Huff, huff.
Bonita gasped for breath.
The tall man, with the whites of his eyes showing, began to collapse.
Cheers erupted from the audience.
"That red-haired girl is amazing!"
"I've never seen such a rapid series of attacks!"
"She doesn't give her opponent a chance to retaliate."
"How can she deliver such attacks with those slender arms and legs?"
"Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"
The audience had all come here by invitation from the Specula family.
Most of them had been personally invited by Leonel.
It was only natural to cheer for Leonel's team, but.
Before they knew it, they had become fans of the red-haired girl Bonita Fortis, showering her with cheers and applause.
'Got it!'
The plan was to push him out, but this isn't bad either.
He won't be getting up for a while.
If I can just deal with the fatty with Bellum...
Bonita turned her head.
At that moment.
Wham!
An immense shock enveloped Bonita's entire body.
Bonita's body rolled haphazardly across the arena like a thrown rag doll.
Even as she rolled, she didn't lose consciousness.
Bonita's eyes moved urgently, searching for the source of the impact.
'Fatty!'
She saw the fatty running towards her.
Bang!
Bonita slammed her left foot hard on the ground and used the recoil to leap sideways.
Whoosh.
The fatty quickly rushed past the spot where Bonita had been standing.
She saw him with his shoulder thrust forward.
'So I was hit by that body slam.'
The fatty couldn't stop his momentum and ran for quite a distance.
Bonita quickly turned her head and scanned the arena.
'Where's Bellum...?'
At that moment.
"Bonita! I'm sorry!"
She saw Bellum unable to climb back onto the arena and standing below, shouting towards Bonita.
'Ah... Damn it. Am I too late?'
If I had taken down the tall man a little faster, I could have created a 2-on-1 situation.
It seems the fatty was a little faster in throwing Bellum out.
Bonita stood facing the fatty.
'It's not too early to give up.'
In any case, she had managed to take down the tall man.
In a 1-on-1 situation, it's worth a try.
But the stopped fatty doesn't charge again.
Instead, he slowly walks sideways.
He goes to the front of the tall man and stands there.
And gestures for Bonita to come towards him.
He's trying to buy time for the tall man to get up.
There was no need to hesitate.
Time wasn't on Bonita's side.
Bonita quickly leaped forward.
Thwack!
Wham!
A battle with the fatty began.
Again, she naturally couldn't inflict a critical hit.
The fatty's jiggling fat absorbed Bonita's attacks as they were.
Moreover, the situation was even worse than when she was facing the tall man earlier.
This fatty bastard.
He doesn't budge at all.
Moreover.
Whoosh.
Bonita tilted her head to the side to dodge the fatty's fist.
The fatty is also fast, considering his size.
Unlike the tall man, the fatty is also throwing counterattacks from time to time.
Moreover.
When she slammed her left fist into the tall man's jaw, her hand bone broke.
She could endure the pain, but it seemed she couldn't put much power into her left-handed attacks.
'I should have learned more martial arts.'
Bonita is a swordsman.
Swordsmen always carry their swords as if they were a part of their own bodies.
If it weren't for this strange match, she wouldn't be facing such a fatty with her bare hands.
'If only I had my sword...'
Bonita's strong kick swung towards the fatty's neck.
Thinking that he shouldn't get hit in the neck, the fatty slightly raised his shoulder.
Damn fatty.
Just by raising his shoulder slightly, the neck that was visible until just now disappeared in an instant.
Bonita instead stretched her foot even higher, aiming for his head.
The fatty smiled and turned his head, bringing his skull into contact.
Crack!
'How can his head be so hard...'
Bonita's instep bone broke.
Still, seeing that he somehow defended his neck.
There must be a weakness.
If there is a weakness, then you just need to exploit it.
Bonita's eyes quickly scanned the fatty's entire body.
At that moment.
"Ah..., X발. I let my guard down. To such a young girl."
The tall man slowly began to get up.
"X발."
A curse word also popped out of Bonita's mouth on its own.
Ting.
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[Step-by-step quest in progress]
—Second match loss
—No reward
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Bonita, supported by Bellum, limped back to the Gray Bear Exploration Team's camp.
Luna ran out and cast a healing spell.
"...Thank you, Luna. And I'm sorry, everyone."
Nubes stepped forward.
"What are you sorry about! What's there to be sorry about! You were amazing, Bonita. To fight so evenly against those two people! And that was with your bare hands!"
After the tall man got up.
Bonita had held out for another 30 minutes.
Her body was broken in various places, and her breath was coming up to her chin, but Bonita didn't give up.
Towards the end, the fatty and the tall man had also sent Bonita a round of applause.
And eventually, when Bonita's two knees touched the arena floor because she couldn't hold on any longer, the fatty approached, hugged Bonita, and handed her over to Bellum as he went down the arena.
Of course, since the tall man remained on the arena, the second match was a victory for Leonel's team.
Davian put his hand on Bonita's shoulder.
"Why did you go that far, Bonita. You knew you couldn't win. We just exchanged one win and one loss anyway."
"I told you... I never back down or hesitate."
"You've worked hard. Leave the third match to me."
"If you come back having lost, I'll kill you, Davian."
"And you lost?"
"That's why. You have to win."
Davian smirked.
"Don't worry, Bonita Fortis."
"Go and chew them up, Davian Nahone."
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