My Milf System-Chapter 175. One hit knockout

The first few matches were mid—I couldn’t care less who won or lost. Adrian still hadn’t shown up either. As the matches went on, it was finally Kira’s turn. He was up against another guy from our class—both D-ranks. But Kira had been training since childhood at Kumba village, and no doubt he still trains everyday even now, down to the bone. So, he didn’t even need to use magic. His magic, after all, was geomancy—a none combat skill.

The other guy started chanting his long-ass spell, but before he could finish, Kira dashed forward and began pummeling him.

"Oh, goddess. Grant me your—"

POW!

A punch to the mouth shut him up mid-chant.

The guy stumbled back, stars in his eyes, then crumpled like a puppet with cut strings.

"AND JUST LIKE THAT—KIRA STRIKES FIRST BLOOD!" the commentator bellowed. "An explosive opener! Julius didn’t even get to cast a spell!"

Kira wasn’t playing around. I knew he was trying to prove his strength to Lorraine—desperate to earn a place by her side. He didn’t let up. Blow after blow, he pounded Julius into the dirt until the referee threw in the towel.

Match over.

"Victory goes to Kira Ironfist!!!"

The arena erupted with cheers, and that’s when I heard a familiar voice cutting through the crowd.

"GET YOUR FRESH FRUIT JUICE! Support Kira, drink like a champ!"

I looked over and spotted Bajii, Kira’s sister, pushing a wooden cooler box with drinks. Girl never missed a business opportunity. I smiled. She’d used the fruits I gave her, and I was dying to try a cup, but unfortunately, I was seated opposite the parent section.

A few more matches rolled by. Three matches later, it was finally my turn. I was paired with a random girl from our class. I remembered her from tgat day at the camp—the one Adrian had stared at, claiming her bust had to be at least a D-plus. Looking at her now... yeah, he wasn’t lying. That boob-genius.

"Good luck, honey!!!" Mom yelled from the stands.

Anna and my friends wished me luck too as I faced off with the big-breasted girl, whose body didn’t quite match her age. Those boobs would’ve looked great on a hot MILF, straight from a brazzers website!.

The referee blew the whistle. I kept my hands in my pockets and smirked at her.

"Go all out, shawty! Show me if your resolve is as big as your lovely titties!" I teased.

The crowd collectively gasped.

Her face flushed crimson. "Tch... You perv—you’re DEAD!" she barked, immediately beginning to chant.

But unlike Kira, I followed the unwritten rule: never interrupt an opponent mid-chant. Once she was done, a massive water vortex formed in front of her, swirling with enough force to shake the ground.

The crowd roared—mostly females, cocky and convinced she’d beat me—a mere man.

"OHHHH, NOW THIS IS GETTING INTENSE!" the commentator cried. "The challenger conjures a water vortex! Grimoire high-tier hydro magic! Let’s see how our mystery boy responds—WAIT—WAIT—WHAT IS HE DOING?!"

I raised a lazy hand.

She launched the attack, but before it could hit me, I froze the vortex with my ice affinity. Then I kicked it—shattering the whole damn thing across the arena, sending it’s shards sprawling like diamonds under the sun.

"BY THE GODS!! WHAT DID WE JUST WITNESS?! HE FROZE A HIGH-LEVEL WATER SPELL AND SHATTERED IT LIKE GLASS!!"

The crowd was on their feet.

"Looks like this fight is just beginni—Wai....Where did he go?! WHERE—?" The commentator shrieked.

I had already glided across a trail of ice, appeared behind my opponent, and hit the side of her neck. She dropped instantly, unconscious.

"It’s just ending, not beginning, you dumbass," I muttered, strolling back to my seat, hands still in my pockets.

"WHAT!!! IT’S OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER!! A ONE-HIT KNOCKOUT! WHAT POWER! WHAT STYLE!! WHO IS THIS GUY?!"

"SHOW THEM WHO YOU ARE, BROTHER DEAREST!!" Sharon screamed proudly from the crowd.

Murmurs followed, waves of awe rippling across the arena. Some male spectators—like the guy who drove me to the field trip with a horse cart—were practically worshipping me. They waved flags and banners with my name written on them, cheering louder than anyone else.

I smiled, proud of the fame.

Then came Lorraine’s match. She stepped into the arena like a queen walking on clouds. The crowd lost it. Her opponent was an E-rank boy who dropped to his knees trembling before the match even started.

He surrendered on the spot.

"Lorraine Alvado wins by default!" the referee announced.

She scoffed and returned to her seat without even breaking a sweat.

A few more matches passed. I noticed some hunters in the crowd scribbling names of interesting participants.

I even spotted some hunters I used to give prototype dildos to for testing. I locked eyes with one of them, and she rolled hers. I chuckled inwardly, then scanned the crowd for Clara.

If everyone was here, the guild had to be closed. She wouldn’t be at work... but I couldn’t spot her anywhere. It would’ve been more thrilling knowing a few of the people I’d fucked were watching my matches.

Then came Brian’s match. I still didn’t know what his skill was—he never talked about it. He carried that same bone hammer he had back when we hunted slimes. He was up against someone higher-ranked, but he walked in confidently.

Just as his match was about to start, I froze.

Adrian walked in from the entrance.

With Rin. With Rose. And with Tama.

My soul sank.

Why the hell did he bring them?!

Especially Rose! I could already imagine the chaos she’d cause.

Sure enough, she was arguing with the guards at the door, trying to sit where she wasn’t supposed to—pointing toward my direction. She must’ve spotted me.

I looked down, wishing I could disappear. If they got near me and started calling me Master in front of everyone—and Anna—it would be a disaster. That might seriously piss her off, and I couldn’t risk giving Draegonoth more power.

Eventually, Adrian convinced them to sit where they were supposed to—near Sharon. Thank god Rose had the sense to hide their tails and horns using her skill. Otherwise, the crowd would’ve freaked out.

Finally, Adrian strolled over and sat beside me, looking smug as hell.

The commentator announced the winner—and I turned, eyes wide.

Brian was still standing, holding his bone tightly while his opponent groaned in pain on the ground.

What?!

He won?!

Damn it—I missed the whole thing because of Adrian!

I glared at him. "Why did you even bring those girls, Four Eyes?!"

He just smirked, adjusting his glasses. "None of your business, Asherman. You’ll see soon."

And just like that, I got a very bad feeling.