My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

As soon as the narrator announced the start of the final, the audience was taken aback by the bloodlust that Kyor had not shown in the other matches. Within seconds, Luke was completely in defense mode against the tall, strong man.

Although Kyor had looked elegant since the first match, now in the finale he was no longer so well composed. With his black hair drenched with sweat, the man could not resist the heat and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt before the fight.

Luke was trying to protect himself, while at the same time trying to learn from that man's strength.

Kyor's wave of blows was fast, not to mention the strength of each of the blows that combined with his impeccable legwork put Luke in a bind.

Pow! Luke heard a blow graze his left ear. At that moment, the half-wolf tried to seize the moment to grab Kyor's arm, but by the time he looked away, the arm was gone.

'He's strong.' Kyor and Luke concluded in that movement. The half-wolf's opponent knew he couldn't make any mistakes or he would be punished.

The spectators were fascinated by that match. It wasn't every day that you could see a good fight so close.

"I think those guys lied on the application, didn't they?"

"Get him E-Class!"

"Break his arm, Kyor! Break an arm!"

The half-wolf's dungeon partner had rarely seen him as focused as he was. It was as if Luke was paying attention not just to Kyor's fists, but to the movement of every muscle in his body.

However, the reality was crueler. Luke didn't mind losing, but he wanted to find out the secret to such explosive strength, because with each punch from Kyor, Luke felt like his arms were about to explode.

'Their movements are ordinary. How does he have such strength? I can only think it's supernatural strength.' Luke couldn't believe that Kyor was using Gene Abilities in a tournament that forbids them.

Tired of having to defend himself, the half-wolf once again tried to take advantage of the deflection of a punch to grab his opponent's arm. Kyor saw that he would not be able to avoid Luke's grab, so he also grabbed him and threw him away.

'What a pushy bastard!' Kyor mentally insulted him.

'There's no way I can beat that here with my weak range of immobilizations... there are simply no openings to grab him efficiently.'

After a few moments of recovery, it was Luke's turn to surprise everyone. In this tournament, he only demonstrated his passivity, calmness, and observation skills, but from that second on he demonstrated his versatility.

In the blink of an eye, Luke appeared in front of Kyor and kicked him in the chest. Because he had a high reflex, the man was able to block the kick. Luke didn't mind and returned the blow several more times.

Although his kicks and punches lacked Luke's explosive force, they quickly began to accumulate damage.

With his clothes all bunched up, Kyor was annoyed by the speed of the half-wolf, who could sometimes land painful blows. When Kyor also began to attack, both were forced to alternate between attack and defense.

The green-eyed man kicked high towards the half-wolf, who in turn managed to dodge by spinning backward, resting his hands on the ground.

Since Luke didn't want to be at a disadvantage, right after the spin he ran and kicked Kyor with his right leg. Again, Kyor sidesteps and rests his left arm on the ground to strike his opponent with a right jab.

Luke took the punch directly to the face, which made the audience roar in empathy at the pain he felt, and then took a two-footed kick to the face as well. Irritated, Luke came forward again, punched Kyor twice, and kicked him in the chest.

Pressed against the confines of the arena, Kyor banked on a direct punch to Luke's chin that would knock him out or, at the very least, stun him.

The half-wolf was not surprised and feinted to the side, dodging the punch and at his first clear opportunity, he grabbed Kyor with a sleeper hold.

"Give up!" Luke ordered the man, avoiding choking him too hard.

Since Kyor was a bit taller than Luke, he was also being pressed down with the hold.

"The E-Class finally managed to catch Kyor!" The young narrator exclaimed. Several different phrases were coming from the crowd, but the half-wolf's brain was processing nothing other than the battle.

Kyor was squeezing Luke's forearms tightly with his hands and at one point the half-wolf almost gave in, however, Kyor gave a glance to the audience and moments later, he uttered:

"Three-Legged Smoked Lizard."

"And, amazingly enough, an E-Class is the grand champion of the first Vasconcelos Luck or Fight tournament!"

As he released Kyor from the sleeper hold, Luke was cheered by the spectators. He was confused because he could have sworn that his opponent still had the strength to resist.

"Why did you quit?" Luke asked the man, who was putting on black rubber gloves to cover his hands.

Kyor didn't answer him and walked off, and blended into the sea of people. When everything quieted down, Luke went to the organization's tent to receive his prize.

"Hi, I'm the winner of the tournament. I can pick up my prize now, can't I?"

The droopy-eyed attendant measured him with her gaze. "Sure... Here..."

She then placed a small bag of silver coins on the table. Luke found it strange but initially didn't complain. Before he had even finished counting, Luke knew that in the bag there were no more than five hundred coins and the combined prize included at least two thousand more.

"Look, there's a problem with my payout."

"The advertised prize is two thousand and five hundred coins, but you had a landslide at the castle and it is under reconstruction. Please accept only that."

The half-wolf could leave the money for the reconstruction of the castle, however, he didn't want that and didn't even believe the woman's pious speech.

Luke removed his hood and showed his wolf ears. "You know, don't try to make a fool of me, because I'm not. If you want trouble, you're going to get trouble."

The woman instantly regretted it. In the end, Luke came out of the stall with a bag of coins ten times the size of the first one.

"Look, you bullying a woman... I didn't expect that," Alexis said. She was waiting for him outside the tent, while Nathalia was buying cookies in a tent across the street.

"What do you mean?" Luke inquired, putting his hoodie back on.

"It's just that you seem to be the very gallant type of man."

"That is, you're calling me a woman seeker?."

"Ehhh... Maybe."

Even a little stressed by the situation just now, Luke smiled wryly. Until recently, he was not a man who cared for romance and even got quite nervous when he was alone in the company of any woman. At some point, he just got used to it.