Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 316

316 It Was Over

Were they kidding her? Arianna muttered because as soon as Marcel ordered the game began, she heard an alarm blare. It happened that someone turned on the sound effect.

Arianna knew she can’t make a fool of herself here else the sound of her failure would be louder than the alarm sound effect.

Hence, immediately after the alarm sounded, she pulled her body into a fighting stance and the cheers from the crowd told her that they hadn’t been expecting that. The gesture made her feel a little bit proud.

However, looking at Marcel, he did not pull any pose and looked so calm that one would think he wasn’t even fighting at all. His arrogance only annoyed Arianna, does he think she wasn’t made of sterner stuff.

At once, she charged at him, her arms drawn back to punch at him, Marcel simply dodged it but she didn’t give up. This was just the beginning. Arianna threw a blow with the other arm but all it did was cut through the air.

No, she can’t be discouraged. Arianna struck at him relentlessly and when it seemed like she wanted to corner him, Marcel reached out and caught her fist while he pulled her other arm behind her back and pushed her away.

She stumbled back and there was loud applause from his men for a job well done and that only annoyed Arianna further. While she was sweating profusely and trying to catch her breath, Marcel looked unruffled. There was not even a single sweat and he looked as if he was playing around with a child instead of fighting her.

No, she can’t admit that this was over already. Arianna ran forward and leaped into the air, landing in front of him with her arm drawn back and aimed at his face. But Marcel stepped back and blocked the move, pushing her back and she wasn’t able to hold against his weight. He had not been kidding when he said he would only defend.

Unlike the first time, although Marcel still had the upper hand, the audience applauded her. They were beginning to admit that she had some real skills after all. She was not just a pretty girl.

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Arianna came charging again, her motto was never to give up and she would definitely get an opening. So she spun and tried to kick out his feet from beneath, Marcel was faster and jumped over the trap. She tried to trip him, but he sidestepped it as well and Arianna was beginning to run out of options.

Knowing that she was running out of time and hadn’t even gotten one hit, Arianna began to get angry and frustrated. She refused to admit Marcel was untouchable. All she had to do was to hit him three times and she got what she wanted.

Unfortunately, Arianna forgot that when she let frustration come in, she lost her cool and began to make more mistakes than she had at the beginning. Marcel noticed that and took huge advantage of that when she tried to spear him, pushing her away from such that she stumbled to the ground from the force.

Once on the floor, Arianna realized how tired she was and just lay down there in resignation. She couldn’t defeat Marcel. Arianna hadn’t realized it at first, but now that she witnessed it firsthand, she wanted to give up. What was the use of trying? She wasn’t going to win anyway.

“What are you doing?” Marcel asked without a smile on his face when he saw her relax on the mat.

“It took me the fight to realize it but you win, take the cup,” Arianna gave up while trying to catch her breath.

At that statement, booing sounds came from the audience, and looking now, she realized more people joined them when she and Marcel were wrestling. Well, they can jeer all they wanted, she was not standing up from this mat.

Ouch, her back hurt.

Marcel stood with his arms on his waist, “So you’re going to give up before the time’s even over?”

“As much as it’s great to win, it’s also essential for one to recognize when they’re fighting a losing battle and I choose the latter,” Arianna said.

“No,” Marcel shook his head in disagreement, “This is not giving up, you’re just a coward who is afraid of the obstacle in her path!” He hissed out.

At once, Arianna’s brows furrowed, did Marcel just call her a coward? Surely, she must have heard wrong. But he was not done with her.

Marcel went on, “You asked for a chance as if your life depended on it and I gave you one and this is how you do it. You lie on your ass waiting for some god to answer your prayer, huh? Is that it?”

“Alright, stop it!” Arianna couldn’t hear more of it anymore but Marcel went on, intentionally taunting her.

“I thought you were special but it seems not. You consider yourself the victim in all that’s happened so far but it seems to me that you’re nothing but a pushover” Marcel sneered, ” I wonder if Elijah knows the maiden he’s risking his life for is nothing but a coward!”

And that did it.

“I said enough of it!” Arianna screamed, charging at him. Marcel has finally driven her to the edge and she is full of rage.

What does he know about her? Does he know what she went through in the hands of her so-called family and how much she fought back? How dare he call her a coward?

With a loud cry of fury, Arianna tackled Marcel to the ground and the both of them fell. At once, she threw punches after punches at him, her teeth gritted together. But Marcel strove harder to defend himself, blocking each move even as she pushed herself hard.

Why. Couldn’t. She. Just. Hit. Him. For. Once?!

All she did was trap him to the ground but he still was in control because no matter what angle she came with, she couldn’t lay a hand on him.

Already blinded by her fury, it wasn’t hard for Marcel to roll her over and trapped her such that she wasn’t able to hit him amid her struggles.

Then the bell rang, it was over. Her time was up.

Arianna stopped struggling.

She lost.