Mammon was on the ground after being hit by Asmodeus's punch. The match was now getting hyped.

"Seems like you're not as I expected!" Asmodeus taunted him to annoy him a little.

"Ah, saying something cheesy while being in a situation like this will only bring shame to my title" He pulled himself up with an unbothered look on his face, he was cautious of any kind of mind games.

"Hmm, I am impressed, but I don't think you will say anything from now, because you will be on the ground for a long time." He was intimidating him with every chance he had.

Mammon jumped and stretched his legs and arms, he threw his spear far and took a fighting stance "Let's see who's going to beat whom! BRING IT ON!"

Watching him unarmed, Asmodeus threw his daggers away as well, in respect. Without a word, he charged at him with his fire fist.

"BAMM!"

Their fists crashed into the face of each other. It was so massive that energy protections shields were up to protect the spectators from any cosmic energy damage. The whole place was covered in smoke. One of them was fallen, but it was not clear who.

When the smoke cleared, the one who was standing there was Mammon and Asmodeus was the one who crashed far near the fence. He grunted and got up on his knees he rubbed his chin with a painful expression on his face and something came out of his mouth.

It was his teeth.

"Ah, fuck!"

"I guess you're pretty weak, aren't you" Mammon commented to make him remember what he said just moments ago.

Without wasting another second, he attacked him with a machine gun of punches; he was landing his punches without even looking at him; he was throwing his explosive punches on his face, his neck, his gut. Asmodeus was just about to faint because of the heavy hits. The guy who was dominating just not so long ago was helpless.

"NO!! I CAN'T PASS OUT, I'M THE SIN OF LUST!!" He suddenly regained consciousness. Maybe it was his will to win. The screams and grunts were increasing violently. His body, which was in constant movement because of the hits, stood firm now.

"Now you're doomed" he was filled with rage, and it was giving us goosebumps.

"Wha-"

Before Mammon could do anything, Asmodeus grabbed him by his ribs. His grip was so tight that no one could escape it. The amount of stress was visible on his face, but he couldn't do anything.

"you can't escape me, now you're stuck in my arms and I will crush your ribs into fine powder hahaha" An enormous amount of dark aura was evolving from Asmodeus's body the vile smile he always had on his face appeared more vicious when he began to Pierce his ribcage with his fingers.

"AAARGHHHH!" Mammon's screams echoed in the entire place, which was numb because of the barbaric scene which was going inside the arena. The cracks of broken bones were audible to every single ear that was present there.

His screams of pain described the amount of power Asmodeus was applying. Soon, blood began to rush from Asmodeus' fingers, and it was shocking because he was the one who was dominating so, he was not the one who was supposed to bleed.

"What's happening to with my fingers? Why they're bleeding-, Aghhhhh!!!" He was just figuring out what was happening when something happened that made him scream.

Mammon was doing something, but he seemed unconscious, which made the situation more confusing.

"No! No! No! my hands! They're going in… Aaarghh!" The tables were turned the predator became the prey.

And in between this Mammon opened his eyes, It looked like he was concentrating and was not unconscious, Asmodeus who was struggling to get his arms out looked at him with an expression of fear on his face, his arms up to the elbows were inside mammon's body and a huge amount of blood was coming from it.

"You used some magic! I Knew it." Asmodeus grunted loudly and kicked Mammon in the gut and pulled himself farther from him with a backflip.

"What? How?" As he escaped his clutches, what he saw was bizarre; his arms were shredded up to his elbow and blood was coming from them like a garden hose. And the big part, how did this happen when he had the upper hand.

The commentary box, the stands, the dressing room were silent as a ghost town. Nobody made a peep and just watched the whole thing with their hearts in their mouth.

Mammon, who was the reason for Asmodeus' state, laughed at him with a big burst.

"Haha, you thought you would rip my abdomen apart and I will just watch you. Don't you want to know how I damaged you this bad? Let me tell you, 'SHAPE-SHIFTING' did you forget about my specialty? "

"Shape-shifting?"

"Yes, I transformed my ribs into spinning blades that shredded your arms."

Asmodeus thought about something and replied,

"So, you did all this to me just to assert dominance? Is it this what you were greedy for?" He asked something out of context which was irrelevant to the situation. Only he knew what was on his mind.

"Hahaha, Dominance! Greed!"

"I won't deny that, yes I want to assert dominance and my hunger for it is so extreme now. I can't hold myself anymore, because I am the sin of greed what do you expect?"

"Greed? Huh." Asmodeus was thinking something tricky, but what?

"You want to assert dominance, then try it on me. Let's see if you're worthy of it or not. Come on!" he was way too confident in his physical state and which was off.

"Here I come then!" Mammon yelled and charged at him.

They were again in fierce close combat. Mammon was dominating him with his demonic kicks and Asmodeus was just getting his hit while trying to take low damage.

He was kicking his face, in his back, almost in every part of his body, without stepping on the ground. While Asmodeus blocked every blow with his shoulders and triceps. It felt like he was waiting for something.

Asmodeus stepped back and a few steps and pulled his hands in the air, to show that he yielded. But this match was an ironman match where no matter how hurt you're, you have to fight until one of the participants is on the ground. It was not making any sense.

Everyone except Mammon noticed something was off. It was obvious that Asmodeus was up to something, but Mammon was so engulfed in his greed for dominance that he couldn't see it. In other words, he was blinded by his powers.

"So, do you yield to me? Hahaha!! Why don't you try to crush my ribs or punch me with your flaming fist? Are you powerless in front of me?" Mammon's eyes were flaming orange in greed for dominance. He couldn't see the trap Asmodeus was building for him.

"I still don't feel dominated!" his words and activities were shouting loud that he was trying to buy some time.

"Oh, is that so, Take this!" and in the very moment, Mammon's physical body was buffed because of his sudden urge of greed and it made him a ten feet monstrous man.

But when he was just about to land his explosive punch on him, Asmodeus yelled loudly.

"BINGO!"

A big, devilish smile appeared on Asmodeus's face. His wait was over.

"Summon! Sand arms!" he shouted passionately.

And before Mammon could realize it, two giant arms came out of the land.

"Huh! What's this? Hands?" he didn't understand where the arms came out from, but he knew he was about to get banged.

The hands of the sand grabbed both of his legs and arms, making him immovable he was stuck again like before, but this time he was against sand, not a body made of blood and flesh.

As he got stuck, he used his speciality to shape-shift his hands into large drillers. But drilling the sand arms was useless because as he made a hole in it, more sand filled the space, making it impossible to escape.

"Ah, if you don't know, this is my speciality. 'Desirable summon' now, what should I summon to finish you off. Um, I would love to finish you on my own but I don't want to take any more risks. Haha." Asmodeus took a relaxing breath and sat in front of him to think.

"I know! Yes"

"SUMMON!"

"Wha- what's happening?" Mammon yelled in confusion.

"I guess I should get some elevation," He summoned another sand arm and lifted himself higher in the air.

The ground of the arena began to shake badly, something was approaching Toward Mammon and after few seconds we saw them.

Hundreds of pigs were running at Mammon and they were summoned by Asmodeus and they had only one intention and it was to bury him under their feet.

"NO!!!!"

"Thud, Thud, Thud."

The pigs ran over mammon and when they disappeared we saw mammon red and blue because of trampling. He was knocked out. And which meant it was Asmodeus's win.

After confirming the defeat of Mammon, the anchor claimed Asmodeus as the winner.

-to be continued