Demon Lord's Reincarnation

I didn’t know why the crowd was getting rowdier by the second but once I noticed that the identical sisters who were always trying to grab onto my arm were in the play area, I also had to lean forward to see what was about to happen next. I almost forgot that those two were also champions in their own right and their names were right on the big screen for everybody to see.

Ruth “Ruru” Sandoval VS Risa “Riri” Sandoval

The two beauties were now face to face, almost looking like a single person staring at herself in the mirror.

With that said, I don’t know how this fight would turn out because if the two could actually tell what the other one was thinking, how the fuck would they land a hit? They could’ve easily avoided each “telegraphed” blow and even if we looked at it from the physical aspect, there was little to no difference between their bodies.

They had one particular difference only I knew of but I doubt it would be critical in this situation.

‘Unless…’

I was still in my head when the two faced the crowd apologetically, and what they said next confirmed my suspicion.

[U-Umm… We’re sorry for this but I’ll withdraw and let Riri continue.]

[U-Umm… We’re sorry for this but Ruru’ll withdraw and I’ll continue.]

And the crowd went wild for a whole different reason.

“WHAT?!”

“WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!”

“WHY?!”

“YOUR LAST MATCH WAS UNFORGETTABLE!”

“PLEASE! JUST ONE MORE FIGHT!”

At this point, snippets from their last match were being shown on screen and I already knew what they were doing from the get-go.

‘A show is a show…’

The twins have actually fought several times and it was the closest match I’ve ever seen. Strikes would either be dodged at the last second or received at the most critical moment as their cadence would increase with each passing second. Their fight would look like an intense match from the start but it was nothing more than a demonstration if I’ve ever seen one.

It’s just that I didn’t forbid them from doing the same thing—hell, I even wanted to see it because it would be entertaining, but their aim was something far more higher than to entertain the crowd.

The Championship.

If it wasn’t already obvious, the favorite for the final match would be between Quinn and Tatiana.

It was because their opponents either got choked non-erotically or pounded to the ground, but there were a smart few that decided to forfeit the match when they discovered who they were up against. I actually wanted to see more technical fights but with these two involved, I’d just bet my chances to see one in my division.

However, there were still a few that hadn’t given up and the two were among them.

Not only would they conserve their energy from one of them giving way, they seem to have a hidden card up their sleeve. I don’t know what that actually was yet but the two were confident that they could snatch the title from these two favorites.

With that said, the disappointment couldn’t be hidden from the faces of the people shouting, “REFUND!”, but their expressions warped differently when they saw the upcoming fight.

Risa “Riri” Sandoval VS Cynthia Cuervo

“LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!”

“OH~ SHIT!”

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!”

“THEY’RE FIGHTING! THEY’RE FIGHTING!”

“CYNTHIA! CYNTHIA! CYNTHIA!”

“WE LOVE YOU, RIRI!”

“THE LOSER GETS FUCKED IN THE ASS! PLEASE! JUST THIS ONCE!”

The crowd had already forgotten about the twins’ transgression but I could hardly breathe from my position. Ruru was just coming up when she made eye contact with Cynthia and it was as if Cynthia was sending over the pressure she was exuding to Riri via her twin sister. I’m pretty sure that they’ve buried the hatchet but a dog must’ve wandered and started to dig it up once again.

Kaley instantly went between the two, “Alright, come on now. Play nice.”

“…”

“…”

The two didn’t say a word to each other as Ruru took Cynthia’s spot while Cynthia slowly walked down the stairs.

It didn’t take long before Cynthia and Riri were face to face and it also didn’t take long before the signal was given.

The big screen had zoomed on Cynthia and Riri’s face but their eyes instantly changed as they blurred away from their position. They were suddenly a few millimeters from each other but Cynthia was a millisecond faster.

She would definitely hit Riri’s cheek with her right fist but Riri’s head bobbed forward and twisted to the side, making Cynthia’s fist just scrape the side of her cheek, mitigating most of the damage. Furthermore, bobbing her head forward included leaning her body as well so Riri’s fist also accelerated straight to its target.

But when Riri made contact, she suddenly grimaced in pain and drew her fist back because like her, Cynthia anticipated the blow and bobbed her head forward.

It’s just that Cynthia didn’t make Riri’s fist scratch the side of her cheek but made it slam against her forehead.

Hitting something hard like someone’s skull got to fucking hurt but Riri gritted her teeth before twisting the same fist forward, adding more force by moving forward half-step, bringing all the weight she could take with her with the smallest of wind-ups.

It almost looked like a 1-inch punch—even though the wind-up was a 5-incher, and it hit Cynthia square in the nose.

‘Uh-oh…’

Slowly but surely, blood was dripping from Cynthia’s small airways but she had already gotten hold of Riri’s arm and was winding a punch of her own.

Cynthia was smiling maniacally as Riri struggled to get out of her grasp, but Cynthia didn’t even come close to hitting Riri’s face. Well, the distance was only a few inches but Riri had ways to avoid the blow completely, even if she was held with a vice grip.

And it involved her long legs.