"She taught you well, mate. And where is she?"
Lincoln clenched his fists, containing his anger. "She passed away."
"Oh. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't the one who killed her."
Lincoln launched himself at Ivan, but he used the same move that Lincoln had used at the beginning of the fight, connecting his right hand to the albino's stomach forcefully, causing him to kneel, clutching his stomach in pain.
"There is no doubt that you are Alexa's student. I would recognize that mood in anyone."
"You... have you met Alexa?"
"My real name is... Ivan Volkov."
Upon hearing that name, Lincoln looked up, but a kick from Ivan brought him back to the ground.
"Alexa was my older sister. Despite being a woman, she earned the sympathy of the party high command for her martial skills. My father's pride was wrong. On the other hand, I was a disgrace to my family. That's why I trained to be better than my sister. That wasn't enough for that bitch." Even though she was able to outshine everyone and be the commander of the military police, my stubborn father chose her as the heir. This is how he made a mistake. Once he makes a decision, nothing will stop him from changing his mind. That's why I changed my family name to my father's worst enemy, to cut off all... relations with him."
"On that day, I swore that I would make them pay for depriving me of my rights."
Ivan stomped with his foot, but Lincoln dodged it by rolling over and pushing himself to his feet.
The Russian threw a hook, but Lincoln dodged it and countered with an uppercut, but Ivan deflected his punch, landing a punch to Lincoln's cheek.
"Have you forgotten that I am a mixed martial arts champion in my country?" Ivan kicks Lincoln in the stomach and then gets behind the boy, catches him in a guillotine lock, and he falls to the floor. "You just lost, comrade. This is a bloody guillotine submission."
The guillotine is the most effective submission in mixed martial arts. Once subdued, the opponent has no chance of breaking free.
The angle at which it is located prevents the opponent from striking the person being subdued. In addition to losing consciousness due to a lack of oxygen, it is better to give up.
However, Ivan's guillotine submission is different from them all. His large muscle mass squeezes more and more around his windpipe and neck. The pressure exerted by Ivan's powerful arms destroys his trachea and cervical spine.
"This can end anytime you want, boy, just give up."
Lincoln placed his hands on his arm around his neck, meaning he had no intention of giving up.
"You asked for it, boy."
Ivan pressed harder and harder, to the point where Lincoln's mouth began to foam. But he's not satisfied with that; Ivan starts punching him in the face.
The Morticians Club members closed their eyes so as not to see this brutality. But one of them was still watching the fight. Because of the adrenaline at this moment, she couldn't help but scream.
"Lincoln. Don't let yourself be defeated. I trust you!"
Once again, her friends covered her mouth.
Ivan decided to end the match with one final push. Silence was present on the battlefield, and the Goths opened their eyes wide when they saw blood staining the ground. Suddenly, a shrill scream of agony broke the silence. It was Ivan. The arm holding Lincoln's neck had exposed bone, muscle, and sinew, and the albino's fingers were buried in his flesh. Lincoln had pressed so hard that he could tear the skin apart like a plastic bag.
"Ahhhhhh. You filthy son of a bitch!"
Ivan kicks Lincoln in the jaw, but the albino grabs him by the thigh and squeezes him until a piece of muscle is torn off.
"Ahhhhhh. My leg, my fucking leg."
Before Ivan knew it, Lincoln had already buried his fingers in his neck and managed to close his hand around the Russian's windpipe and esophagus, squeezing and cutting off all oxygen supply.
Ivan fell face down on a drawing board with the inscription, Rest in Peace, but this was not over yet.
Lincoln raised his leg at a 90-degree angle, preparing to finish it off with a downward kick.
"Sevdanya, Russian"
(Translator: Sevidania in Russian means goodbye)
Lincoln lowers his foot and stomps on Ivan's head, causing the bronze plate to shatter and bury Ivan's head in the dirt.
Lincoln kicks him in the face. Ivan's face was bloodied, his nose was broken and crooked, and all his teeth were missing. His mouth was open, so Lincoln ended up spitting into it.
The referee approached Lincoln, grabbed his wrist, and raised his hand in the air. "The fight is over! Winner: Lincoln Loud!"
While everyone was cheering for Lincoln, Venomous approached Mr. Petrovich.
"It was an excellent fight, Igor. I hope there were no hard feelings."
Venom's sarcastic tone made Petrovich even angrier. "Venom I always thought your name was just a Persian name. You are more dangerous than I thought. You are poison to respectable companies. You monopolize all markets and leave others without opportunities. Which I would expect from an American dog. You are all equal. You were never satisfied. You always want more and more."
"This is what capitalism is about, Igor. Love it or leave it."
After Lincoln showered in one of the prepared cars and healed his wounds, Venomous wanted to talk to him.
"You were great today, Lincoln. Keep it up, and we'll put the platinum mines in the bag."
"As you say, boss."
"Shall I take you home?"
"Nop, I prefer walking."
"As you like. See you in the next battle."
"See you later."
Meanwhile, with the Morticians Club.
The group was thoughtful, trying to process what they had just witnessed.
"The face of... the man... was buried in the ground... with a bronze plate in the middle." Morpheus went over this part of his mind. "Well, that was the first time I'd seen something so brutal"