The Arena of Despair

"President Yamamoto, I'm so sorry," Suzumoto Kyoka said, sitting on the sofa and looking at the middle-aged
man .

"It's alright, it's my duty," the man said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, head bowed, massaging
the bruises on her calf.

"Feeling better?" the man asked. "Mmm," Suzumoto Kyoka's pained brows relaxed slightly
. Yamamoto looked up at her smiling face, then lowered his head again. This young and beautiful woman was truly a beauty
; even in pain, she could still smile so charmingly. Yamamoto held a section of her fair calf in his arms and continued
massaging.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Yamamoto suddenly pressed harder, and Suzumoto Kyoka's delicate brows furrowed as she cried out.

"I'm sorry," Yamamoto said.

"It's alright. Thank you, President. I think I'm almost fine," Suzumoto Kyoka
said, slowly pulling her leg out of the president's arms and forcing a smile.

In fact, she was seriously injured in the underground free-fighting ring yesterday, and still felt intense
pain in many parts of her body.

Yamamoto looked at her pale but beautiful face and said, "You've sweated a lot." Kyoka smiled and said,
"Yes, it's very hot. Thank you for your help." Yamamoto didn't say anything, although he knew she was
sweating profusely from the pain.

He had watched the entire match yesterday. Kyoka Suzumoto lost badly;
the screams she made under her opponent's heavy blows still echoed in his ears. After the match, Kyoka didn't go to the hospital but was
helped home to the sofa by several of her sisters from the boxing club. When he came to see her today, she was still sleeping on the sofa, curled up in
a ball, looking pitiful, still wearing the clothes and boots from yesterday's match.

A few years ago, underground free-fighting became a popular sport in Japan. This sport had no traditional rules;
the only rule was to serve the atmosphere and the audience's experience, allowing only highly stimulating knockouts and KOs, and even
bloody finishing moves for the loser. Clinching, dragging, and passive defense, common in traditional combat sports, would result in point deductions.
Coupled with trendy stage lighting and popular music, the event attracted the attention of almost all of Japan's young people. It was around
this time that Yamamoto founded this boxing club, naming it the Reika Boxing Club.

Suzumoto Kyoka, a former race queen with martial arts training, joined and
competed in women's combat sports. In her first year, she won the women's combat sports championship, earning the club a lot of money. However, this success was short-lived.
The wealth and business opportunities brought by the sport attracted countless new clubs, and many truly skilled competitors joined
. The following year, Suzumoto Kyoka suffered a crushing defeat, losing her championship belt and never recovering,
suffering repeated defeats. This negatively impacted Yamamoto's club; more and more young people left to
pursue other opportunities. More seriously, the club's income plummeted, to the point that they
often couldn't even guarantee the medical expenses of their fighters after matches—a situation that deeply worried Yamamoto.

He knew he couldn't blame Kyoka; after all, she had done her best. This beautiful and still young woman could
have had a much better future, but for the sake of the club, she had refused to leave for the past few years, struggling to keep the club afloat in
its declining state. Therefore, he hesitated, a thought lingering in his mind that he found difficult to voice to the woman before him
.

"President, please speak your mind," Kyoka's sweet voice reached his ears.

He looked up at her, somewhat lost in thought. Her clear eyes seemed to see right through him
.

"You... you know, don't you? Perhaps... you've heard a little something," Yamamoto murmured.

"Is it to participate in an unrestricted fighting tournament? A tournament against men? Is that it? I've heard the other girls in the club
talk about it " Kyoka said.

"The organizers...they told me...if you participate, regardless of winning or losing, you and
your club will receive a considerable sum of money each time. So...they want you to consider it, but you don't necessarily have to agree,"
Yamamoto said, lowering his head and lighting a cigarette. His club did indeed need funds at the moment.

"Really? That's great! Since it's a competition, of course I can participate. The men in the ring aren't necessarily
going to eat me, and besides, I get money regardless of winning or losing, it's a good deal," Suzumoto Kyoka laughed. Actually, when
she heard her clubmates talking about it, she was also worried. For years, she had only participated in women's combat sports and
had never fought against men. However, she then thought about how she had repeatedly lost in women's combat sports, and
now even if she fought against men, she would only lose, and besides, she would get money, so she felt more at ease.
"I'd love to, thank you, President. I'll do my best. Maybe I can even create a new situation."

"Hehe, of course, a girl as beautiful as you, if I were your male opponent, I wouldn't have the heart to hit you."
Yamamoto laughed, a weight finally lifted from his heart.

"President, when will the next match start?"

"Next weekend night."

"Ah? So soon?" Suzumoto Kyoka was a little surprised, but immediately said, "Okay, no problem
, don't worry. President, you go ahead and get busy, I'll rest for a while." Kyoka was still covered in sweat, watching Yamamoto
walk out the door, she began to groan, the trauma from last night still piercing her heart, but she didn't want to
talk about it with Yamamoto.

********** ...

"Kyoka-neechan!" A big boy pushed open the door and walked in, calling out.

Kyoka turned around and glanced at him. "Yuki, you're so old and you still call me 'older sister'." Her tone was a little angry,
but she was smiling.

Yuki was 20 years old and a member of their club, but he had never officially participated in a competition. He was being
trained as a rookie, and Kyoka often taught him fighting techniques.

"What are you doing here?" Kyoka asked.

"I came to cheer you on, haha. I'm betting on you to win today!" Yuki laughed. These underground boxing matches
were highly speculative. Spectators would bet on which side would win or lose, and the organizers, in addition to the high ticket prices
, would also profit from the betting, making a huge profit.

"How do you know I'll win? What if I lose?" Kyoka said. In fact, she
wasn't sure either, after all, it was her first time fighting a male boxer.

"I'll buy it for you even if I lose. I know you're the best, sister. You have to buy me a game console later, okay?" Yukio
said mischievously. "You're so sweet-talking. You're really addicted to the game. Have you been keeping up with your physical training while I was away
?" "Yes, Kyoka-nee. You're dressed a little strangely today."

"Really? Don't you always dress like this?" Kyoka asked Yukio.

"Sister, turn your back to the mirror and do as I say."

"Okay." Kyoka stood with her back to the mirror. "Don't bend your legs, put your hands on your feet." Yukio said, and
Kyoka did as he said. She didn't know what this boy was up to. "Then, turn around and look in the mirror." Yukio
said.

Kyoka turned around and immediately blushed—her reflection in the mirror, standing in this position,
showed her buttocks sticking out high, facing a man. What was worse, she was wearing stretchy, tight-fitting capri pants, making her buttocks appear
very prominent. Seeing Kyoka's blushing face, Yukio laughed gleefully.

"Hey kid, I'll teach you to be mean!" Kyoka turned around and chased after Yukio.

"Going to fight a man with such a big butt sticking out, it's too unladylike," Yukio laughed. Kyoka
was skilled at using her legs in combat, and her long-term lower body training had also resulted in her larger hips, with measurements of 83-62-86.
Wearing tight pants and being ridiculed like this by a young man, even though Yukio was like a younger brother to her, made her feel both
ashamed and angry.

At this moment, the music started, and it was Kyoka's turn to enter. Yukio suddenly grabbed her hand and said,
"Kyoka-neechan, I was actually quite worried about you this time!"

Hearing this, Kyoka's previous resentment completely disappeared. She
touched Yukio's face with her slender fingers painted with bright nail polish and said softly, "Don't worry, Yukio. This isn't my first time in the ring."

A thick iron fence made of iron bars surrounded the ring. There were two small iron doors facing the passage. As Suzumoto
Kyoka entered the ring, the iron doors were already firmly locked and could not be opened from the inside. The iron railings were a whopping 5 meters high,
making the fight far more complex. It wasn't simply a matter of exhaustion and surrender;
the loser had to climb over the 5-meter-high railing. If they couldn't, the victor could endlessly
beat and torture them from the ring. Such cruel rules were unheard of in women's combat sports, and
seeing this, Suzumoto Kyoka felt a chill run down her spine.

Her opponent, the middle-aged man named Shirakawa, stood motionless before her, watching. Handsome
and tall, Shirakawa was 180 centimeters, exuding masculinity. Five minutes into the match, he
hadn't moved an inch. He was waiting for Suzumoto Kyoka to strike first, hoping to exploit her weakness. Suzumoto Kyoka moved
slowly cautiously, hesitant to attack.

Colorful lights focused on the ring. To prevent the iron bars from obstructing the audience's view,
six remotely controlled cameras were placed at different angles inside the ring. This allowed the image inside the cage to be clearly displayed
on six huge screens around the hall, showing every tiny
movement inside the ring from different angles.

Shirakawa remained motionless. Suddenly, Kyoka delivered a low kick to Shirakawa's back of the knee, immediately sending him
crashing to his knees.

Kyoka was secretly pleased that her first probing attack had been successful. Shirakawa

stood up, and Kyoka's second kick landed on the same spot, sending him crashing to his knees again.

"This man doesn't seem very strong. Next time, I'll just use a high roundhouse kick to his head." The two probing
attacks boosted Kyoka

's confidence. But when Kyoka unleashed her high roundhouse kick, she realized her mistake. Just as she raised her right leg, Shirakawa's low
kick arrived first, striking her left thigh hard, causing her to fall to the ground. Then, Shirakawa leaped up and
stomped down on her.

Kyoka tried to scramble away quickly, but it was too late. Her left leg couldn't be pulled out in time and was heavily
stomped on by the leaping Shirakawa.

"Ah!" Shirakawa's powerful stomp on her left calf caused Kyoka to scream in pain. Curling up her left leg,
she retreated to the corner of the ring. At the same time, she used her hand to block Shirakawa's heavy punch aimed at her head, her slender arm trembling
from the impact.

"Foolish woman, hmph." Looking at Kyoka standing with her left leg curled up, Shirakawa mocked, then swept a low kick
at her right calf.

"Thump!" Kyoka fell to the ground.

Shirakawa looked at Kyoka lying sideways in the corner of the ring and mercilessly kicked her soft, slender waist.

"Ah!" Kyoka screamed in agony. Shirakawa's kick was extremely vicious, striking her kidney area,
causing her excruciating pain. Kyoka was now lying sideways in the corner of the ring, unable to even roll away.
Shirakawa's second and third kicks came with a gust of wind, both striking the same spot.

"Ah! Ouch!" Kyoka screamed, clutching her back. "This is the power of a male boxer..." Kyoka couldn't help but
think. In previous women's combat sports, although there were many vicious and cruel moves, she
had never encountered an opponent who could kick her
so hard that her back felt like it was about to break and she couldn't straighten up. She tried to stand up by gripping the railing, but at this moment, she was facing away from Shirakawa, who aimed a kick at her between her legs and kicked hard.

Feeling a gust of wind between her legs, Kyoka concentrated her strength and squeezed her legs tightly together, forcibly
trapping leg, which was aimed at her crotch, between her thighs.

"Vulgar!" Kyoka cursed angrily.

"Hahaha, your legs are really tight," Shirakawa chuckled lewdly, simultaneously striking Kyoka
's waist with both fists.

"Ugh~" Kyoka screamed in agony. Her first misstep had given Shirakawa a commanding lead, and it seemed her
chances of a comeback were slim.

"Bang!" Shirakawa's heavy punch landed on her back, the force of the blow sending her slamming
against a corner pillar of the ring, causing her blood to surge and her vision to blur.

In just a few moves, Kyoka was completely outmatched by Shirakawa. While she wasn't confident of winning, she
had never imagined losing so quickly.

Shirakawa viciously grabbed her hair and pulled it back, then forcefully slammed her head against the pillar.

Kyoka's forehead slammed into the pillar, sending her spinning backward as she fell. Shirakawa caught her,
spun her around, and positioned her against the pillar before delivering a powerful punch to her chest.

The blow sent her reeling, nearly knocking her unconscious. Shirakawa followed with a double punch, the large screen
clearly showing the deformed shape of Kyoka's ample breasts as she coughed up blood.

He then stepped back, took a few running steps, and delivered another heavy punch to her chest. This time, however, it struck
the pillar instead, the force of the blow shaking the ring. Kyoka dodged the attack and moved behind Shirakawa
.

Shirakawa hadn't expected Kyoka to still be fighting. By the time he realized she was behind him, it was too late; Kyoka
's leg had already kicked him in the groin from behind.

"Ah! You bitch!!!" Shirakawa screamed, clutching his groin as he collapsed to the ground. The blow to his vitals filled
him with both rage and pain, leaving him utterly powerless.

"Kyoka-nee, go for it!" Yukio shouted from outside the iron fence.

This was Kyoka's chance to turn the tables, and she wouldn't miss it. She kicked Shirakawa fiercely, the hard toe of her boots
incredibly penetrating, each kick harder than the last, aimed precisely at Shirakawa's waist.

Shirakawa lay in the corner of the ring, enduring Kyoka's lightning-fast attacks. Every time he tried
to stand, Kyoka would kick him down again. Only then did he realize the incredible power in this beautiful woman's legs;
each kick caused him excruciating pain.

Kyoka used all her strength, kicking fiercely with incredible speed. In the ring, only the ruthless could survive.
After all, she had a certain ability to withstand blows; the heavy blows Shirakawa had dealt her earlier hadn't taken away her fighting power. Shirakawa
let out another scream as Kyoka stomped heavily on his shoulder. Kyoka's boots had 8-centimeter
metal heels—weapons in the ring—and now the heel was embedded in his shoulder blade.

"You bitch!" Shirakawa cursed. Kyoka's boot had already been pulled from his shoulder and was now aimed at his throat.
Shirakawa endured the excruciating pain, quickly grabbing her calf and pulling her apart, making her straddle
his body. Then, he kicked upwards with tremendous force.

This kick landed squarely on Kyoka's groin. Combined with Shirakawa's rage, the force was immense,
sending Kyoka flying. The groin is also a woman's most vulnerable area. She screamed, clutching her groin
as she fell backward, her body curled up in agony.

Shirakawa slowly stood up, looking at Kyoka on the ground, screaming in pain, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He knew that this woman was temporarily unable to attack due to the intense pain, and he also needed to catch his breath to
recover from his injury.

Seeing Shirakawa stand up, Kyoka panicked. She covered her throbbing lower body with one hand and crawled
towards the other corner of the ring.

But Shirakawa clearly wouldn't let the opportunity to attack her slip by. Now, with her back to Shirakawa, she crawled with her buttocks raised high
, her large buttocks, clad in tight pants, completely exposed to Shirakawa's view. Shirakawa caught up with her and, like a soccer
player shooting, kicked her in the buttocks.

Shirakawa's toe, carrying a gust of wind, struck the center of her buttocks, causing Kyoka's high buttocks to immediately
collapse , and she responded with a sharp scream. The anus, densely packed with nerve endings, is one of the most
sensitive parts of a woman's body. She felt a sharp pain shooting from her anus straight to her heart, an unbearable agony.

A burst of laughter erupted from below the ring; the audience was clearly amused. Just
moments before, when Suzumoto Kyoka had crawled on her buttocks, a staff member had mischievously aimed the camera at her back, showing a large,
swaying rear end on the big screen before being kicked by a man. The scene was indeed quite comical.

"What a filthy sow," Shirakawa said, verbally insulting her; his anger was clearly not going
to subside so

easily. Kyoka knew that her several deadly attacks on Shirakawa had made him unlikely to forgive
her easily. She endured the burning pain in her buttocks and stood up, forcefully swinging her leg at Shirakawa.

Shirakawa grabbed her shin with his hand, sweeping his leg across her standing leg
while simultaneously lifting the leg he held, sending Kyoka sprawling to the ground, legs in the air.

She stood up and kicked again, knowing she had to fight with all her might. But Shirakawa caught her leg once more. His kick
to her groin had not only caused her intense pain but also left her lower limbs weak and powerless,
which was why he had caught her leg so easily. Shirakawa

grabbed her right leg and lifted it high above his head, forcing her legs to spread wide,
exposing her vulnerable crotch once more.

Without missing a beat, Shirakawa kicked her groin again! With a "smack," through her thin, tight
pants , the kick struck the tender flesh between her buttocks, making a crisp sound!

Even after the kick, Shirakawa still held her right leg high, and Kyoka screamed in pain,
her hands, painted with bright red nail polish, clutching her wide-open crotch, her pretty face contorted in agony.

"What you gave me, I will make you repay tenfold," Shirakawa said viciously, clearly
still furious about Kyoka's attack on his genitals. With that, he forcefully shoved Kyoka's
right leg, which he was holding, into the iron fence surrounding the arena. Kyoka felt a sharp, throbbing pain in her calf before her white-
booted leg was forced out of the fence. The hard, cold iron bars gripped her plump calf tightly, making it
difficult for her to pull her leg back.

At this moment, her right leg was raised high and secured, forcing her to stand on one leg on the ring with her crotch spread wide.

Shirakawa ripped away her hands, which were still clutching her crotch, and simultaneously delivered a knee strike from below, slamming into her groin.
The iron-hard knee struck her genitals squarely.

"Ouch!" Her lower body felt like a bomb had exploded; Kyoka screamed in agony, her eyes tightly shut, her red lips parted
into an "O."

Yet, despite the excruciating pain, she couldn't move. Her feet were wedged in the bars, and her hands were
firmly held by Shirakawa; she could only endure this cruel attack.

"To completely crush a woman like you, I should attack your lower body, right?" Shirakawa asked
knowingly, looking at her pained expression. After speaking, he took two steps back and kicked her groin again.

"Smack." A loud sound of flesh being struck rang out, and Kyoka's scream echoed at the same time. Her tender buttocks
trembled painfully inside her tight pants.

Shirakawa made Kyoka stand in that position, and anyone with eyes could see his intentions. Therefore, the camera
had already been adjusted to film from below Kyoka's crotch, allowing for a direct and detailed shot to showcase
the brutality and excitement of the fight.

Shirakawa gripped her hands tightly and then began a series of kicks to her groin – "smack, slap, slap."
On the big screen, Kyoka's inner thighs and full buttocks trembled with the rhythm of Shirakawa's kicks
. Her screams grew increasingly agonizing, as if her genitals were about to explode.

Spreading her legs to endure the man's continuous attacks on her groin, Kyoka felt a deep
sense of shame amidst the excruciating pain. Waves of pain spread from her lower body throughout her entire being, and she didn't know how long it would last. "Agh…it's too cruel
…please have mercy," she blurted out.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now, you lowly sow." Shirakawa insulted her. In his heart,
he wasn't unaware that the woman screaming in agony under his blows was a rare beauty. However, the more he knew
this, the more he felt a cruel pleasure. Besides, once in the ring, it was a matter of life and death. Her
shoulder, pierced by Kyoka's boot heel, was still bleeding. With this thought, Shirakawa delivered another knee strike
to Kyoka's genitals.

This knee struck Kyoka's pubic bone. "Ouch!" Kyoka screamed in agony, feeling as if her pubic bone had shattered, almost
fainting from the pain.

At this moment, Shirakawa stopped attacking, quietly watching Kyoka, whose face was pale and tearful from the pain. A strong fragrance
emanated from the woman's body, indistinguishable as to whether it was a natural feminine scent or the effect of perfume. However
, Shirakawa stopped not out of pity, but because he knew he had to control the rhythm of his attacks and not
let her faint from the pain.

The excruciating pain in her lower body rendered Kyoka utterly powerless. Her single leg, which had been standing, trembled violently,
and the iron bars remained firmly wedged into her right calf. Shirakawa paused for a moment, then turned and beckoned to a
man who appeared to be a sparring partner below the ring. The man slipped him a towel through the iron bars.

Shirakawa was covered in sweat, and the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding. He wiped himself with the towel, which became completely
soaked. He walked to the iron bars wedged Kyoka's right leg and tied the two bars together with the towel.

"You… what are you going to do?" Kyoka didn't understand his intentions, but she felt a surge of fear.

Shirakawa then kneed her in the groin, and Kyoka screamed, her buttocks slamming backward.

A deafening roar of laughter erupted from below the ring. Kyoka felt as if her lower body was on fire, completely unaware
of what the people below were laughing at.

"You sow, look!" Shirakawa grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at the large screen outside the ring.

A camera was filming from behind Kyoka, right at her crotch. The screen corresponding to this camera
was the one Kyoka was facing. Seeing the camera on the screen, a huge sense of shame welled up inside her. On the screen, a
round, plump buttock was exaggeratedly sticking out, and what was even more shameful was that the elastic leggings covering this buttock
were soaked with a large wet patch. It turned out that her crotch was completely drenched.

"You sow, how old are you? Peeing in the ring? Disgusting!" Shirakawa humiliated her, not only
physically but also psychologically. He believed that he had beaten Kyoka to the point of incontinence
.

But Suzumoto Kyoka knew that what was flowing from her crotch wasn't urine. She then realized that
besides the excruciating pain, there was another sensation in her burning crotch. She couldn't recall
when the fluid flowing from her groin had started. Standing still, her crotch spread wide, she was vulnerable to Shirakawa's attacks on her genitals. Unable to dodge or
cover herself, she felt unbearable pain, but undeniably, there was also a tingling, burning sensation. After several
attacks on her genitals, she even began to anticipate the next attack, and this feeling intensified.

Suzumoto Kyoka remained silent. Shirakawa slapped her across the face. A red handprint
appeared Shirakawa then began to vigorously twist the wet towel in his hands. "You know what? Back in prison,
this is how I successfully escaped by prying open the prison bars."

"No...!! What are you doing?" Kyoka began to understand—tying a wet towel around two bars
and then wringing the towel by hand creates a powerful twisting force that can bend the iron bars
. With Shirakawa's strength, bending these two bars in this way would be a piece of cake!

"No!!!" Kyoka screamed frantically. She could feel the bars slowly closing, and her tender
calves were being squeezed tighter and tighter between the two bars.

Shirakawa continued to wring the towel. "Poor sow! You will eventually pay for your actions. I
remember you stepping on me with this leg." His eyes gleamed with excitement, and the bars closed sharply!

Kyoka began to scream in agony. She saw the boots tightly wrapped around her calves begin to deform, and her plump calves were
being squeezed inwards. She felt as if the muscles and blood vessels inside were about to burst, and the pain was excruciating.

"Ouch~ My leg is broken!!! Ouch~ Please!" The metal bar was still closing, and the excruciating pain made Kyoka beg
Shirakawa for mercy.

"Begging for mercy is useless!" Shirakawa twisted the towel with all his might.

"Ouch!!!!" Kyoka's screams continued, and the loudspeakers made her shrill screams echo throughout the hall
.

But her screams didn't elicit sympathy from the audience; instead, they fueled their excitement. In their
eyes, on the cruel stage, the loser should accept the victor's judgment.

However, a figure rushed up from the audience. Kyoka, her eyes glazed with pain, vaguely recognized President Yamamoto
.

"Stop fighting! Let that woman down!" Yamamoto shouted as he charged, but before he could reach the stage,
he was stopped by several men in black. The emaciated Yamamoto was knocked to the ground and brutally trampled.

"Agh...please!" Kyoka screamed.

"Once you're on the stage, no one can save you!" Shirakawa told Kyoka. "Agh...President, don't worry about me!"
Kyoka suddenly cried out to Yamamoto, who was being beaten.

"Kyoka-nee!" Yukio, who was in the audience, rushed to the side of the stage, looking anxious.

"Yukio...! You and the president should go back," Kyoka said through her pain.

"But no..." Yukio said. "Yukio, you have to remember, no matter who it is, once they step into the ring
, this is how it is. This is my choice, and this is my fate..." Her eyes were filled with resentment. Suddenly, she looked at Shirakawa
and said to Yukio, "A real man must never be soft-hearted. Once you're in the ring, you have to be like him. He did the right thing.
Don't blame him. In the ring, you can't be soft-hearted towards anyone. Remember what I said."

Shirakawa looked at her pale, trembling face, still twisting the iron bar with all his might. "Ouch!!!"
Kyoka screamed. Her leg bone was now broken, and the part of her lower leg, clad in a white high-heeled boot, dangled limply outside the fence
.

Shirakawa finally threw away the towel, while Kyoka still stood there with her legs spread wide, in pain.

"I must challenge you," Yukio said angrily, looking at Shirakawa.

Kyoka said, "Yukio, don't do this. This is my sister's choice. It was a fair fight between us. My sister
couldn't beat him. My sister knows she looks terrible right now... but... everything will pass!
Don't worry about me." She tried to appear calm.

Shirakawa chuckled behind her and kicked her in the groin again. With a scream, Kyoka jumped
up on one leg, the intense pain and strange, tingling sensation erupting from her lower body once more. In

excruciating pain, Kyoka suddenly gritted her teeth and desperately tried to pull her right leg between the iron bars, but her delicate calf
wouldn't budge between the two bent, thick iron bars. With her leg bone broken, the pain was unimaginable
. Kyoka was drenched in sweat from the pain.

At that moment, Yukio suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the iron bars, and forcefully spread them apart.

Kyoka knew that although Yukio was young, his strength was astonishing. Watching the iron bars
slowly loosen between Yukio's hands, she mustered all her strength and pulled her leg inward, finally freeing her right foot from the bars
. She fell heavily to the ground. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her bones, causing her to scream and writhe on the ring, clutching her right foot.

Several men in black maintaining order pulled Yukio away. As he was being dragged backward, Yukio
shouted to Kyoka, "Kyoka-nee, run! Climb out!"

Kyoka gritted her teeth and stood up, enduring the excruciating pain in her right leg. She limped to the edge of the ring and
desperately climbed up the iron bars. Only by climbing out could she end this brutal battle. But how could Shirakawa let her
escape like this? As Kyoka climbed the bars, she felt a sudden tightening in her legs. Shirakawa's strong hands had firmly grasped
her boots and were dragging her down.

Kyoka, who was climbing while gripping the iron railing, was pulled so hard that her hands slipped, and she
was about to fall face-first to the floor. Luckily, she managed to grab the ring railing in time to stop her fall.
But at this moment, Shirakawa was holding her legs, and her hands were gripping the railing, leaving her body suspended in
mid-air.

Shirakawa pulled her legs back straight, looking at the woman's legs. Her legs were long and
voluptuous, and the tight pants and high-heeled boots accentuated her graceful leg lines. A small section of her bare leg was exposed between the boot and the
five-quarter tight pants, as pure and beautiful as white porcelain and lotus root. Looking further down her thighs,
one could see that her buttocks were round and large. Women who exercise regularly often have exceptionally full buttocks. At this moment, Kyoka
's buttocks trembled slightly beneath her tight pants, perhaps from the pain of the repeated blows to her lower body
. Her crotch, particularly the area between her legs, was swollen and bulging from the repeated attacks, making her pubic area
prominent.

Seeing this young, beautiful woman in such a pitiful state, Shirakawa felt no pity.
Once you stepped into the ring, you had to accept the cruel rules, regardless of whether your opponent was male or female. In Shirakawa's view,
the most pleasurable thing was torturing and humiliating an opponent he had beaten into incapacitated.

He parted her legs slightly and then shook them, causing Kyoka's full buttocks to
tremble violently.

"Look, your ass is begging for mercy," Shirakawa laughed, looking at her crotch.

This filled Kyoka with immense shame. Her pretty face flushed red as she said, "Please hurry up and do it!" She knew she
was powerless to resist and only hoped that Shirakawa would quickly beat her and end the match as soon as possible.

Shirakawa looked at her disheveled crotch and laughed, "Then I'll grant your wish. Your current position
is quite cooperative!" With that, he
spread open at an obtuse angle. At the same time, Shirakawa kicked her groin hard.

The moment her crotch was torn open, Kyoka knew what was going to happen, but she was powerless to change
anything . As she felt the force of the wind hitting her crotch, she desperately closed her beautiful eyes.

Shirakawa's iron-hard toe kicked her swollen genitals squarely.

Kyoka felt as if a bomb had suddenly exploded in her genitals. After a scream of agony, she clutched her genitals
and fell to the ring floor.

This kick to the groin was much harder than the previous ones, causing her to clench her thighs tightly and writhe in agony,
clutching her groin.

The audience cheered loudly, creating a deafening roar. The more brutal the fight, the more stimulating it was for the audience.
Watching the beautiful woman writhing in pain on the ring, the spectators felt no sympathy, but instead chanted in unison, "
Kill her! Kill her!"

Shirakawa grabbed Kyoka's long hair and dragged her to a corner of the ring. Kyoka, dazed from the pain, couldn't
stand and crawled on her knees and hands as Shirakawa pulled her to their destination. Once there, Shirakawa shoved her head
between two ropes close to the ground, took the towel from before, tore it in half, and tied it together to bind Kyoka's hands
and slender neck to the base of the ring's corner post. This caused Kyoka's full buttocks to sag backward as she knelt
.

"Hold this position, knees off the ground, straighten your legs," Shirakawa shouted.

She didn't know what Shirakawa was going to do to her, but she knew that on this ring, she had lost all
rights. The agonizing beatings had shattered her confidence, and now, filled with fear, she
dared not disobey this man's orders.

"Ugh..." Kyoka groaned, her buttocks twitching laboriously a few times before one knee lifted off the ground.
Clearly, she wanted to obey Shirakawa's command, but couldn't straighten her legs quickly enough.

Seeing this, Shirakawa roughly reached behind her and grabbed her groin, pulling her up.

Kyoka screamed in pain. Through the thin layer of tight pants, the tender flesh of her vulva was
mercilessly grabbed and lifted by the man's iron claws, her already swollen vulva feeling as if it were being torn apart again.
In she had to desperately try to stand up with the force of the pull. Because her head was stuck between the cables close to the ground, she
could only stand upright by spreading her legs as wide as possible.

"Now look at the screen in front of you," Shirakawa said to her.

The screen was showing footage from behind Kyoka, filmed by a camera. Kyoka's current posture was that her head
was tied close to the ground, and her legs were straight, causing her buttocks to stick up high in the air. Kyoka's upper body was not visible on the large screen;
only her legs, clad in high-heeled boots, were seen standing with their legs spread apart, her round
and full buttocks exaggeratedly sticking up in mid-air.

Standing there in such a shameful posture, her buttocks raised high in front of everyone, awaiting her
execution by her male opponent, Kyoka was so ashamed she wished she were dead.

Shirakawa laughed and slapped her buttocks.

"Smack!" The sound of a large, powerful hand striking her plump buttocks rang out. On the screen, Kyoka's buttocks trembled
violently from the slap, the fabric of her tight pants reflecting the light, her trembling buttocks shimmering.

"That mouth in the front is full today, isn't it? Time to feed this mouth in the back," Shirakawa said, looking at her buttocks
.

Shirakawa's words were extremely vulgar and insulting, and Kyoka understood them perfectly. "Please...don't do this
...uh!" Kyoka pleaded in a pitiful tone.

Shirakawa slapped her buttocks hard, saying, "You filthy bitch, weren't you pretty tough just now? Now
you know how to beg for mercy? Just open your ass mouth and enjoy this feast!" He then clasped
his hands together in a prayer-like gesture, gathering his strength at his fingertips and thrusting them into her large buttocks!

Shirakawa's palm struck her anus squarely, with a "smack" sound like tearing silk, followed by Kyoka's piercing
scream. Her spread legs and raised buttocks already caused her anus to open wide, her sensitive nerve endings fully
stretched around it. With the heavy blow, she felt her buttocks inside her tight pants split in two along the anus,
the burning pain piercing her heart and lungs. She shook and trembled desperately, as if this could alleviate some of
the pain.

A deafening roar of laughter erupted from below the ring.

"Was my 'Butt-Splitting Palm' delicious?" Shirakawa asked. Seeing that Kyoka didn't answer, Shirakawa thrust
his palm into her shaking buttocks again.

"Ouch!" A sharp pain shot from her anus, down her intestines, and into her heart, causing her buttocks to shake even more violently. She
had never imagined that attacking this humble and shameful part of her body would hurt so much.

"Does my Butt-Splitting Palm taste good?" Shirakawa asked again. "Waaah... It tastes good! It tastes good!" Kyoka cried out
, no longer daring to disobey.

"Want to eat some more?" Shirakawa asked.

"No! Don't..." Kyoka cried out in fear.

"Don't want to? I'll give you some anyway!" Shirakawa's palm pierced the center of her plump buttocks once more.

"Ouch! My... buttocks..." Kyoka screamed in agony, shaking her buttocks wildly.

"Want to eat more?" Shirakawa asked again. "Ugh... Yes!" She felt like her buttocks no longer belonged to her
.

When Shirakawa stabbed her again, Kyoka almost fainted from the pain; the pain from the attack on her buttocks
was no less than that in her genitals.

Shirakawa then grabbed her swaying buttocks, spreading her buttocks apart to maximize the opening of her anus within her tight pants
. He watched the woman's plump buttocks tremble under his cruelty with a smug look on his face,
knowing that he had completely conquered her.

Kyoka's buttocks, trembling with pain, were held in place by Shirakawa
for a long time without moving. The burning sensation on her anus lingered, but besides the excruciating pain, she also felt a tingling itch, a tingling sensation that even made her
anticipate the next attack. She discovered that along with the intense pain, a strange sense of excitement arose.

"Ugh... please continue..." Kyoka said dazedly to Shirakawa, who was holding her buttocks. She felt that
she could no longer live without Shirakawa's beatings.

"It's over! Kneel down, stick your butt out." Shirakawa commanded her. "Ugh!" Kyoka groaned, obediently
kneeling down, sticking her buttocks out in a doggy-style position, closing her eyes and waiting for the man's final execution.

Shirakawa stared at her high, rounded buttocks, took a few steps back, and then
kicked the beautiful female boxer in the groin with all his might.

Like a soccer player shooting a goal, Shirakawa's leg struck her severely injured vulva with tremendous force.
With a mournful and shrill scream, Kyoka's entire lower body was kicked off the ground,
her alluring crotch spread wide in the air before crashing heavily onto the cold ring. Kyoka finally
lost consciousness after Shirakawa's final blow to her groin, utterly defeated on this cruel ring.

Amidst the enthusiastic applause of the crowd, Shirakawa grabbed Kyoka's leg and
peeled off her boot from the woman's long, voluptuous calf. This was a custom in the ring; the victor would often take something from the loser.
As a memento of victory, Shirakawa held one of Kyoka's boots high in front of the camera, declaring his triumph.

************

Three months had passed since that painful and humiliating match. Kyoka Suzumoto sat on her sofa at home
. On the shoe cabinet by the door sat a white high-heeled boot. Staring at it, Kyoka was lost in thought
. The cruel and humiliating fight five months ago was unforgettable. The other boot
should now be in the hands of that brutal and terrifying opponent, Shirakawa. Thinking of this man, Kyoka's emotions were complex.
Logically, this man was cruel and ruthless, yet Kyoka felt no resentment towards him whatsoever, a fact she herself
couldn't understand.

The television was on, and a videotape was playing footage of her fight with Shirakawa that day
. The footage made her blush. On the screen, she exaggeratedly arched her backside, her full buttocks
swaying seductively under Shirakawa's slapping blows. "This is so shameful." Kyoka's cheeks were flushed red. She had never
been hit like this by a man before.

"But at that time, besides the pain, there was definitely a feeling of excitement." Thinking of this, she observed
Shirakawa on the screen. His well-developed muscles, handsome face, and tall figure made him quite a good-looking man.

The scene showed Shirakawa knocking her unconscious and taking off her boots. He held her calves and slowly
unfastened the snaps on the folded edge of the boots, carefully unzipped them, and then gently took off the boots.

"These actions are quite gentle, but why did he hit me so hard?" Kyoka thought
again , "I was merciless to him at the beginning, so why can't I tolerate his cruelty to me? It's
just the rules of the ring."

"But... that strange excitement that arose from the excruciating pain is unforgettable. If he hadn't hit me like that,
I wouldn't have felt this way..." Kyoka thought, and feelings of shame and longing intertwined in her mind again.

Just then, her phone rang. The caller ID showed "Little Brother." Kyoka answered, "Hello, is this Meiji? I
was just about to call you!"

"Sister, where have you been lately? I haven't been answering my phone much. Are you busy?" Meiji asked.

"Yes, I went to America. A clothing company hired me as a model, and I've been busy with photoshoots. I'm
abroad, so I couldn't reach you by phone," Kyoka explained. Actually, she had already retired from modeling. The competition there was fierce, and
many rising stars were emerging. Although she was still beautiful at 27, she lacked connections and found it
difficult to survive. Her income was dwindling. Meiji was studying in America, and if it weren't for her participation in underground boxing matches,
she simply couldn't afford the high tuition fees. However, she had been keeping this a secret from Meiji.

"Haha, why didn't you look for me when you got to America? I really wanted to see you!" Meiji said. "Silly boy
, America is so big, and I'm so busy, I don't have time. By the way, what else do you need me for? Are you short of money
? How much do you need this time?"

"This time it's not for allowance." Meiji paused for a moment and said, "Sis, my semester is already
over for this year, but I want to continue studying."

"Really? You want to continue with your master's degree? The tuition must be quite a lot."

"Yes, next year's tuition is $36,000, and it has to be paid in full at once."

"Really?" Kyoka said, frowning slightly.

"Yes, Sis, I really want to continue studying. I've thought about it, and if I give up like this, I'll look
down on myself. Sis, do you have any money left?"

Kyoka was silent for a while, then said, "Don't worry, I'll raise the tuition for you. When do you need
the money?"

"Within three months," Meiji said.

"Okay, I'll think of something for you. Study hard, okay? That's all for today. Call me when you have time
." Kyoka hung up the phone, then frowned and started to space out. Although she had promised her brother, where was she
going to find such a large sum of money? Her current savings were just enough for $10,000, still more than $20,000 short. However, if
she let Meiji's studies fall apart like this, she would despise herself even more.

After a long period of blankness, she suddenly made a decision. She walked to the trash can in the corner and pulled out
two pieces of paper. She had received them a few hours ago, torn them up, and thrown them away, but now she changed her mind. It was a
contract invitation from a black market boxing club. This club was controlled by the mafia; they recruited boxers everywhere to
sign contracts to hold bloody and brutal no-rules fighting matches for profit. Once a boxer signed with them, they had to unconditionally
accept all sorts of unreasonable rules. During the contract period, the boxer had to absolutely obey orders and had no personal freedom whatsoever.
Of course, the prize money was terrifyingly high.

Kyoka decided to join.

This place looked like an abandoned factory, the gate closed. Kyoka pounded on the iron gate, shouting, "Is anyone there
? Please open the door!"

"Woman, who are you looking for! You've come to the wrong place!" A man walked over and called out through the iron gate bars.

"No, I know what this place is for, please let me in," Kyoka shouted.

A man opened the door, looked her over carefully, and said, "I've never seen you before? You're here to watch the boxing?
Alone?"

"No, I'm here to box! I want to sign a contract with you." The man laughed and said, "Stupid bitch,
with your big breasts and fat ass, you could sell yourself for a good price, but you insist on coming here to die! You're
crazy for money!" Seeing his rudeness, Kyoka raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "Ouch! I'll beat you to death,
you bitch !" The man clutched his cheek and punched Kyoka in the chest.

Kyoka grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, causing him to scream in pain.

"Stop!" another man emerged from the house and shouted at Kyoka. He was shirtless, with a muscular
physique and a scar on his face from a sharp weapon.

Seeing Kyoka release her grip, the man said, "Ms. Suzumoto Kyoka, I recognize you. You must have received
an invitation. My name is Sagat, and I'm also a contracted boxer here. Please come with me."

Kyoka followed Sagat into a factory workshop.

Just as Kyoka had expected, the place was bustling with noise and activity, even noisier than the most crowded bar.
The room was packed with people, shouting and waving their arms. In the center was a fighting ring surrounded by iron
cages a man and a woman were locked in fierce combat.

Sagat turned to Kyoka and said, "Take a good look, woman. This is
the arena for mixed-gender matches. If all goes well, people will see you in that cage tomorrow. You'll be replacing that
woman. How does that feel?" Sagat pointed to the woman in the cage.

"Yes," Kyoka nodded, her attention focused on the woman inside. The woman wore
a black, tight-fitting leather jumpsuit that accentuated her curves, and black patent leather high-heeled boots—a very distinctive
outfit. The fight seemed to be nearing its end; the woman had lost the strength to resist, retreating to a corner
, repeatedly struck and groaning in pain. After a powerful uppercut from the man, she collapsed to
the ground, sprawled out. Her opponent—a burly white man over 180 centimeters tall—was growing increasingly fierce. With a roar, he
leaped up and slammed his right elbow into the woman's chest.

"Ouch!" The woman coughed up blood, seemingly dying, her legs, clad in high-heeled boots,
snapping straight out.

"Kill her! Kill her!" the audience shouted in support.

The man grabbed her long hair, forcing her to kneel before the crowd. Kyoka looked at the woman's face, now completely
bruised and swollen, obscuring her original features. However, judging from her arched eyebrows and luscious red lips,
she had once been quite attractive.

She knelt there motionless. The crowd's clamor subsided, everyone holding their breath for the most thrilling
moment of the match—the final execution of the loser! The man grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her head down,
causing it to snap back with a crack—if they weren't mistaken, the sound of her neck breaking. Then
, with a flick of the man's wrist, he hurled her face towards the floor behind her. Her face and chest
slid several meters along the ground before stopping, kneeling with her buttocks raised high in the air, motionless and facing the man. It was
unclear whether she was dead or alive.

The commentator shouted into the microphone, "Do you think she's dead? No! Now,
the victor of the ring will prove to everyone with the fiercest and most brutal kick that this bitch is still alive, because she
can still let out this scream. However, this should be her last scream. Look, she's already raised her buttocks,
waiting for the hero's slaughter!"

Sagat looked at Kyoka and laughed, "Miss Kyoka, you've experienced this move before, haven't you?"

Kyoka blushed and said, "Yes, unforgettable!" A few months ago, in her fight against Shirakawa
, she was in the same position when Shirakawa kicked her in the groin. The hospital report revealed that this kick
had permanently rendered her infertile.

Inside the cage, the man sprinted a few steps before raising his iron leg and kicking the woman's most vulnerable genitals.
In that instant, the audience pulled out their cameras, snapping photos to capture this final blow forever
.

"Agh!!!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the room. The woman's legs were kicked off the ground,
blood spraying from her groin as she swung in mid-air. Her neck was broken, and with such a fatal blow,
it was clear to that she wouldn't survive.

Amidst the uproar, the man kicked her corpse and raised his hand to the audience.

Sagat then repeated what he had just said to Kyoka, "
How does it feel to think that the woman in your cage tomorrow is you?"

Kyoka's expression changed, but she quickly replied, "If the opponent is still him, then there's no problem."
She was confident in dealing with the man on stage. Sagait chuckled and said, "Would the company pair you with such a mediocre opponent to deal

with a former champion in women's combat sports ? If nothing unexpected happens, I think your opponent will be me. Woman, you 're facing my powerful Muay Thai attacks." "Muay Thai?" Kyoka's heart skipped a beat. It was one of the most ferocious martial arts techniques ever. A skilled Muay Thai fighter could shatter rocks with their punches and kicks, especially their unique knee and elbow strikes, which were impossible to defend against. Looking at Sagait's iron-like muscles and bones, she couldn't help but show a hint of fear. Sagait understood her thoughts: "Woman, do you know why I brought you here? This is to give you a choice. You can still leave now, but if you choose to fight me, then…" He pointed to a corner of the hall and said, "You can walk over there. The boss is waiting in his office to sign people like you. And tomorrow, you'll experience what hell is like." With that, Sagait's friendly gaze turned cold, staring directly into Kyoka's eyes. That gaze seemed to pierce through Kyoka's bones, making her momentarily unable to meet his eyes. Sagat pressed aggressively, saying, "Woman, I can see you're scared. Leave now!" Kyoka suddenly looked up and met his gaze, saying, "No, if I could be scared off like this, I wouldn't have come." With that, she turned and walked towards the office. She had decided to sign the contract, for her brother's sake, and even more so for her own dignity. "Ms. Kyoka, the contract is signed. Now, please fill in a bank account number. If you have an accident or die in the ring, this $50,000 will be automatically transferred to this account. You can rest assured about that; our company is very trustworthy. You should have seen that the woman just died in the ring, and her compensation has already been received. Furthermore, if you win, the prize money for each match is as high as $10,000." Inside the office, a middle-aged, overweight man wearing sunglasses said to Kyoka Suzumoto. Kyoka took the form and wrote down her brother Meiji's account number. As she began to write, the fat man said, "Woman, you need to understand, earning this kind of money is like having one foot in the grave. This is a three-year contract. For these three years, you must obey the company's arrangements, understand? Whatever the company asks you to do, you must do it. Disobeying the company's will will have serious consequences." "Yes, I understand, Mr. Fujimoto," Kyoka nodded and handed him the form. "The payee is named Suzumoto Meiji? Who is he to you?" Fujimoto asked. "He's my younger brother, studying in America at a top-tier international university. You know, the tuition isn't cheap." "Oh, I see. You're such a wonderful older sister. But I can only wish you good luck!"

Fujimoto put the form in the drawer and then said, "Listen, be here at 8 PM tomorrow night,
right there in that iron cage. We'll arrange your opponent!"

"Okay, I'll be there on time," Kyoka said, turning to leave.

"Wait, woman, is there something else?"

"Please tell me," Kyoka said.

Fujimoto opened a cabinet, took out an outfit, and handed it to her: "This outfit will fit you well. This is
the outfit the company arranged for you. Wear it before you go into the iron cage tomorrow!"

Kyoka looked at it; it was a pair of red, tight leather shorts and a leather tube top. Imagining the revealing
effect, Kyoka couldn't help but ask, "Why do I have to wear this?"

Fujimoto replied, "The audience likes it, it's entertaining, don't you know?" He slammed his hand on the table and
yelled at Kyoka, "Do you even need to ask that kind of question? What did I just tell you?"

Kyoka was stunned; she hadn't expected Fujimoto to suddenly get angry. Then, she received a slap across the face!

"Bitch, answer me! Repeat what I just said!" Fujimoto cursed.

Kyoka lowered her head and said, "Whatever the company asks me to do, I must do it. Disobeying the company's
will will have serious consequences. I'm sorry, I will comply, Mr. Fujimoto!"

Fujimoto said, "Woman, remember, you've signed a contract with us. For the next three years, your life isn't your own
. You must absolutely obey the company. If you want to live well, you can only rely on your own body to defeat
your opponents in the ring!"

"Yes, sir, is there anything else you need?" Kyoka felt helpless at this moment, but she knew she had to
obey.

Fujimoto opened another cabinet, took out a pair of white patent leather high-heeled boots, and handed them to her: "Wear these tomorrow,
understand?"

Kyoka took the boots and said, "Thank you, they're very beautiful."

Fujimoto said, "Alright, go ahead."

Kyoka walked out, and as she passed the fighting hall, a woman approached her. "Kyoka, I recognize you,
let's be friends," the woman smiled at her.

Kyoka scrutinized her. She appeared to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with a beautiful face and a radiant smile—a very pretty
girl. Her muscular body was encased in thin, tight clothing, her breasts high and full, radiating
the vitality unique to young girls.

"Who are you?" Kyoka asked.

"My name is Reina. I'm a female boxer here. I've watched many of your matches before, and I admire you a lot.
Can I partner with you?" Reina said.

Just as she finished speaking, noticing the red handprint on Kyoka's face, she added, "You were hit by Fujimoto, weren't you? Hehe,
it's normal. You'll get used to it."

Kyoka asked, "So, does he often hit people?"

Reina laughed, "What does he plan to do? Getting hit by a man in the ring is what really hurts! How about we
walk and talk?"

The two women walked side-by-side down the street. From Reina, Kyoka learned that she had come here to fight in underground boxing matches because she owed a large amount of money to loan sharks
and knew a little karate.

Kyoka asked, "So, you can't beat others, aren't you afraid of dying?"

"What's there to be afraid of dying for? If I get caught by loan sharks, they'll kill me anyway. Besides, I naturally have
ways to protect myself here. As long as I can survive for three years, all the trouble will be solved," Reina said.

"Oh? What ways to protect yourself?" Kyoka asked, puzzled.

"Well, it's hard to say, but I think I can help you sometimes. How about
we partner up? There's a special doubles fighting style, two men against two women. We can partner up, okay?" Reina extended her hand to
shake Kyoka's.

Kyoka smiled brightly and readily shook her hand. She liked this lively younger sister very much.

In the flickering lights, Kyoka slowly walked into the hall.

The commentator's voice rang out: "The red corner is now occupied by the former queen of women's underground fighting—Kyoka
Suzumoto! She has joined our fight!"

Whistles, clapping, and shouts erupted as the audience went wild. There were an unusually large crowd today, with a significant
portion of the audience coming specifically to see Kyoka.

The commentator said, "As many people know, three months ago, Suzumoto Kyoka suffered a crushing defeat against male boxer
Shirakawa Ken in a match. This time, she faces another strong male opponent, the underground boxing champion from Thailand, Sagait. Will she be able to
avenge her defeat? Will she use her sexy boots to trample Sagait to the ground, or will she be
cruelly slaughtered like a sow? The ring is cruel; there can only be one winner. Let's wait and see."

The commentator used exaggerated language to tantalize the audience's senses: "Look, Sagait is already in
the cage . His eyes are like lightning, his punches and kicks like knives. Suzumoto Kyoka, dressed so provocatively, should be worried about her flesh!"

Kyoka glared at the commentator, finding him extremely repulsive, but she knew it was all
arranged by the company, and she could only let him do as he pleased.

After entering the ring, the iron door was locked, and the two were now completely inside the cage.

Sagait said, "Woman, get ready!" As soon as he finished speaking, he launched a low kick at Kyoka.

"Smack!" This kind of probing attack is impossible to defend against; you can only take it head-on. Kyoka's snow-white thigh wobbled from
the kick , and her furrowed brow showed the pain she was in.

Kyoka raised her leg to retaliate, but Sagat was faster. Sagat, who trained his legs by kicking coconut trees,
had legs harder than iron. He intercepted Kyoka's boot in the middle, causing her to groan in pain and quickly pull her leg back. But not attacking
meant being hit. Sagat's iron legs began to strike her thighs repeatedly with great speed and power. Kyoka staggered back towards
the corner of the ring, her footwork erratic, and her body lost its balance. Sagat seized the opportunity and struck swiftly, leaping up and
smashing an elbow into her forehead.

"Ah!" Kyoka was dizzy from the blow and fell backward to the ground.

"Pathetic! Get up!" Sagat shouted.

Kyoka scrambled to her feet, her vision blurred. Seeing Sagat's kick aimed at her groin, she quickly covered her genitals with her hands—that
area was too sensitive; a serious blow there would be disastrous.

But Sagat's move was a feint. Even as Kyoka covered her groin, a swift and unexpected punch struck her
head .

"Ah!!!" With a scream, Kyoka's vision went black, and she couldn't see anything for a moment. Clutching her head,
she couldn't even stand, her high-heeled legs swaying from side to side as she supported herself.

Sagat roared, "Bitch, this is a ring, not a dance floor! Do you want to dance?" He then stomped
on one of her boots, causing her to hop on one leg in pain. Sagat swept his leg across that leg, and Kyoka
fell again.

"Get up!" Sagat shouted.

Kyoka seemed to obey his command, getting up and reassuming a fighting stance.

She appeared to be at a disadvantage; however, although Sagat's attacks were fierce, none of them hit her vital points
. Since her last fight with Shirakawa, Kyoka knew she had made a mistake by acting too hastily, allowing Shirakawa to seize the opportunity to counterattack
. This time, she would rather take a beating than reveal her full strength, and her fighting power could be unleashed at any moment; all she lacked
was an opportunity. Therefore, Sagat didn't dare to push too hard; he knew now wasn't
the time to fully abuse this woman.

Both were on edge, pacing the ring.

Sagat lost his temper and launched a face kick at Kyoka. Kyoka quickly ducked, simultaneously tripping
Sagat's supporting leg. With a thud, Sagat fell to the ground. Kyoka then kicked him hard in the lower back—the
kidney area! Several loud thuds echoed as Sagat gritted his teeth in pain, unable to straighten his back. Kyoka then
stomped on his head, the heel of her boot piercing Sagat's left eye!

"Ah!!!" Sagat screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, clutching his left eye.

Reina, watching from below, was frantic. In this situation, Kyoka had essentially chosen a life-or-death struggle; if
Sagat turned the tables, she was finished.

Kyoka understood this, so before Sagat could recover from his excruciating pain, she pressed her attack,
kicking him hard on the ground with her tall leather boots.

Sagat, writhing in agony like a wild beast, was blind in his left eye and his right eye was also blurry,
seeing only red shadows. He struggled to his feet, throwing wild punches at Kyoka, trying to force her away,
but his punches were completely disorganized. Kyoka grabbed his hand, pulled him forward, and then delivered a knee strike to his groin
.

Sagat screamed, clutching his crotch, his eyes wide with rage.

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