Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Interestingly enough, Tennyson put out as much as Brian did in the sense of Brian's way of fighting people. Tennyson's style was textbook when the bout started, but once he ate an elbow, a headbutt, and a hit to the groin, he suddenly opened up with an eye gouge followed by a sneaky elbow done by the same arm—slicing up Brian's eyebrow pretty well.

With an open wound, it easily blocked out one side of Brian's cone of vision but it just fired him up even more like he finally found a worthy opponent.

But even if he thought their battle would be legendary, he easily fell for a chokehold—despite the blood on his head offering slight lubrication—and he was deemed unable to fight by me and Tatiana who somehow ended up the referees.

In any case, Tennyson quickly let go when he felt Brian giving up resistance—and he just patted the dust off his clothes and asked Lee to check for bruises before he went over to Joe to receive his prize which was a pack of smokes, a full magazine of 9mms, and a fancy lighter.

'That's it—'

However, to my surprise, he put all his winnings to bet on the next match which was between Brownie and one of Aaron's peers named Madz—and let's just say he doubled his rewards when Brownie completely overwhelmed his opponent with his size.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Because aside from making your opponent submit or having the referees declare the other participant unable to fight, one of the ways to win their fight was knocking your opponent out of bounds.

And even though this Mads dude was about the same frame as Brownie, our guy had the leg up and charged immediately as soon as we gave the signal.

I would've assumed that Aaron's crew would've been aware of or used to the tricks or strategies one might use in this type of dirt circle, but I guess the Mads fella wanted something more than just a win.

It's just that he wasn't able to accomplish it.

"C'mon, Mads! You didn't even last a frickin' minute!"

"You can't even feel him out?! You're the same size, for fuck's sake!"

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"I tried— I didn't think he'd lunge at me! We're the ones supposed to do that!"

"Psh! There goes my box of chocolates—"

"Melted chocolates."

"Still chocolates!"

As their group continued to bicker with one another, I was surprised to see Isaac walk in the dirt circle with his wooden sword—the exact size of his tachi—before this other fella, Chase, came in with his kali sticks. The two looked to be in the same weight class but let's just say this match also ended in less than a minute because of the obvious reach advantage.

If anyone didn't know, a sword user was supposed to be a higher dan compared to a spear user so that they'd be able to win—which doesn't apply to me—but even if Chase had two swords, it wasn't fucking enough.

Heck, it wasn't even ten seconds when he fell to the ground choking while clutching his throat because Isaac pulled off his signature thrust and aimed just below Chase's Adam's apple. It would've been a different story if Isaac was up against a deadhead but against humans?

It'd be a very short match—which it was—because tsukis or thrust attacks were usually aimed at someone's throat if they were a kendo practitioner.

Still, as overwhelming as that victory was, Isaac still showed the guy respect by giving him a bow and not rubbing his win against his face.

But the moment Isaac was about to receive his winnings from Joe, Joe proposed double or nothing.

"Haah? Aren't you the host?"

"Heh, I am but—I fight too. You'd be a good warmup before I go against him."

Isaac chortled, "Dumbass. I should be confident in my skills but even if you do beat me, he'll wipe your fuckin' ass off the floor— FUCK! That wasn't even the phrase but— ugh… You need Jesus, Buddha, Allah, or even nine fucking lives to beat sensei."

"Eugh… Sensei? What is this? Karate Kid but with Japanese swords?"

"Ain't my fault you don't know the Japanese for teacher—"

"Enough, you fightin' me or what? And I know what fuckin' sensei meant. I just don't see the charm in 'em. I just do shit on my own."

"Again, dumbass."

"Hah?!"

"You learn shit from everything every day."

"Nah, nah, I just pick out shit from what I see and go from there. I'd hate a subscription service to learn a bunch of stuff where I'll only get to use a fraction of 'em."

"You— You might be off but you're right on that subscription part. Not sensei though, he's—"

"Wanna keep talking or do you wanna double that pack of smokes?"

"Fuck it. I just wanna get in and test you guys."

"Hmph, now we're talking."

At this point, Isaac went back to his spot on the dirt ring but Joe came in with a different set of items, mostly. Instead of using a handaxe and a riot shield, he was now using a wooden spear and shield combo—and he looked like a larping Spartan.

This definitely put a damper on Isaac's plan to take advantage of his wooden tachi's reach—and with how Joe was covering half his face, his whole torso, and even a bit above his knees with his shield with his stance, Isaac would have a hard time.

However, it was a different story if they were just using nonlethal weapons, and even if I had my own way of dealing with such a challenge, this was Isaac's fight and he should figure out his way out of this obstacle.

"Fighters ready?"

"Uh-huh!/Yeah!"

"Fight!"

As soon as I gave the signal, both fighters used their weapons to send out a thrust attack—akin to a joust without actual horses—and with Joe's spear, it was longer by a foot plus extra, but he even stepped forward to suddenly decrease the distance between them.

'Hmm…'

Isaac was aiming for Joe's hand holding the spear while Joe was aiming for Isaac's torso—but in actuality, the spear was more of a smokescreen because as soon as it nestled on Isaac's pec, Joe's shield advanced even more as he moved forward—letting his spear slide through his hand as he attempted to ram Isaac with his full weight.

However, Isaac ducked down and attempted to trip Joe over with his retracted weapon because Joe had turtled down and behind his shield to make the impact stronger.

It's just that it added even more to Joe's attack because the motherfucker was actually waiting for that shit to happen—and the moment he jumped to avoid the sweep, it turned into a shielded divebomb towards Isaac's body.

Everything happened in a span of a few seconds but out of all the things Joe would learn shit from, it was from the dead's actions earlier.

It's just that Isaac was also learning shit from me and it was not all Kenjutsu.

Because from his squatting position and how big the shield was, Isaac motherfuckingly used Joe as a set of weights to basically lift him up like an Atlas stone as he let go of his blade and used the shield's roundness as smooth holds before jumping up like a power clean and throwing Joe off bounds.

It was kind of impressive to see Isaac let go of his roots to literally dig deep in the ground and use his legs as springs to win his match, but yeah, Joe wasn't too impressed by his loss.

"DAMMIT! AGAIN!"

"Huh?"

"I SAID AGAIN!"

"How about no?"

"QUADRUPLE OR NOTHING!"

"Now, you're being a very bad host!"

"BECAUSE!"

"Because what?! Gimme my prize!"

"IT'S JUST A COUPLE PACKS OF SMOKES! I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST HERE TO FIGHT?! FIGHT ME AGAIN!"

"Not when you're this fired up, I'll lose. I'mma make you calm down a little—"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER— FINE! I'MMA BRING OUT THE GOOD STUFF! IT'S DIFFERENT FROM MY STUFF! YOU CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF IT, RIGHT?!"

"Now, we're talking!"

"GREAT! You look stupid, can I interest you in some crystals?"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER— What crystals are we talking about? You got some Obsidian— WAIT— Are those used panties in a sealed bag?!"

"Yes, they're Brit's— that chick with a fat ass— Whelp, here she comes…"

Then the Brit gal suddenly came running, "YOU TOLD ME YOU'D JUST USE THEM FOR YOURSELF! WHY ARE YOU SELLING THEM?! THE DEAL'S OFF, JOE! FUCK YOU! GIVE THEM BACK!"

"Nope! You still owe me from that time and this was just on display, not for sale!"

At this point, it took maybe close to 10 minutes before shit calmed down but let's just say Joe's 'Good' stuff compared to just his stuff was for a more niche taste. I wasn't exactly sure as to how he managed to convince one of his peers to sell him her used panties but it didn't take long before the two agreed on a deal.