The Great Baska Rock stood as a formidable arena, its ancient stones witness to countless battles fought to prove one's strength. In various ways, a fight can be fought, and it's fairness decided only by the victors. It was here that Lasso, a seductive and provocative figure, arrived with a purpose. Dressed in black attire out of their norms, they exuded an air of charm and sensuality that drew both admiration and scandal. Lasso's presence sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd as they stepped into the arena. The type of fights expected here had all sorts of beautiful women, but Lasso still looked out of place. The tournament was known for attracting a diverse array of combatants, ranging from former Rune Knights to fledgling adventurers yearning for recognition, and both usually had experienced fights before. Lasso liked to avoid fighting, himself. Some fighters were children, ignorant of the peril that lay before them. The rules were simple—a knockout or a killing blow would secure victory. But Lasso, driven by their own sinister inclinations, knew that no one could prevent them from employing lethal force if they desired. Inside or outside, the ears and eyes can be ripped off.

As Lasso surveyed the scene, their eyes briefly locked onto the reigning champion, a formidable figure adorned with battle scars. The champion exuded an unshakable confidence, a testament to their strength and experience. However, Lasso's attention swiftly moved on, their focus shifting to the battles that awaited them. As long as there are those stronger than the champion, Lasso could avoid this all together by playing with them. The first round commenced, and Lasso's opponent, a young and ambitious adventurer, stepped forward. Eager to make a name for themselves, they entered the arena with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The battle erupted in a flurry of movement, but Lasso's lithe body glided effortlessly, evading each strike with uncanny grace. With an adventurer so naïve, their hesitations were apparent. Their provocative looks seemed to mesmerize both friend and foe alike, distracting them from the true danger that lurked within Lasso's sinister intentions.

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With calculated precision, Lasso toyed with their opponent, reveling in the power they held over them. But even a kind person finds their limits. Then, Lasso used strikes they delivered that carried an undercurrent of their depravity, an evil gleam in their eyes as they displayed their true potential. Ripping at the opponent's face, their soft skin didn't match their decisive strength at this level. The crowd watched in awe and horror as Lasso brought their opponent to their knees, delivering a final blow to the groin that left no doubt about their intentions. Gasps filled the air, a mix of shock and trepidation as Lasso's victory was sealed with another kind of lethal force. The audience, initially drawn to Lasso's charisma and sensuality, now recoiled at the realization of the darkness that coursed through their veins. Yet, there was an undeniable magnetism to their presence, a morbid curiosity that captivated the crowd.

Lasso basked in the aftermath, relishing the depravity that had been unleashed. His enemy would come after him some day, but it didn't bother him, they were permanently scarred. The whispers of their malevolent nature spread through the ranks, reaching the ears of the reigning champion. Determined to maintain their position at the top, the champion issued a challenge to face Lasso in the next round. The Great Baska Rock trembled with anticipation as Lasso, their smutty and depraved nature hidden beneath a seductive façade, prepared to face the reigning champion. The crowd, a mixture of intrigue and unease, eagerly awaited the clash between these formidable adversaries. But little did they know that Lasso had no intention of engaging in a fair fight. Their cunning mind concocted a plan, fueled by their desire to claim victory without the need for a direct confrontation. Lasso was well-versed in the art of force and underhanded tactics, and they intended to use every trick in their arsenal to ensure the champion's downfall.

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Before the scheduled battle, Lasso set their plan in motion. They employed their charm and guile to sway influential figures within the champion's circle, whispering insidious words that planted seeds of doubt and fear. Love became their weapon of choice, as they sewed discord among the champion's ranks, making sure they would not show up or accept defeat. As the appointed time arrived, the arena buzzed with anticipation. The crowd eagerly awaited the entrance of the reigning champion, unaware of the webs of deceit Lasso had spun. But to their surprise, the champion was nowhere to be found. Rumors circulated, fueling whispers of the champion's sudden disappearance or their inability to face Lasso's impending wrath.

Lasso, wearing a self-satisfied smile, stepped forward to claim the victory by default. The crowd, a mixture of confusion and awe, tried to comprehend the turn of events. Some questioned the champion's absence, while others marveled at Lasso's ability to achieve triumph through means other than brute strength. The truth of Lasso's cunning victory remained shrouded in mystery, hidden beneath their provocative charm and soft tactics. The arena, once filled with the echoes of battle, now held a lingering sense of intrigue and curiosity. What had truly transpired behind the scenes? How had Lasso managed to secure such an unconventional victory?

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As Lasso stood at the center of the arena, basking in the bewildered gazes of the crowd, they reveled in their triumph. Their nature danced with satisfaction, gratified by the success of their underhanded methods. The victory was tainted, marred by deceit, but Lasso cared not for the opinions of others. Their end goal had been achieved, and the spoils of their cunning awaited them. The Great Baska Rock would forever bear witness to Lasso's unorthodox path to victory. No matter how many bodies pass through, he had found another path of flesh. Their reign, fueled by darkness and love, sent a chilling message to all who dared to oppose them. In this realm of tournaments and battles, strength was not solely determined by physical prowess, but also by the cunning and deviousness that lay within. The audience questioned if their champion was ever as they seemed. Lasso had proven that victory could be achieved through schemes, forcing the cheers to reconsider the boundaries of fair play and honor in the realm of combat. Collecting their mind, they shivered from the different and invisible spars on their figure. As the echoes of their cunning victory faded, the legacy of Lasso's unscrupulous triumph would haunt the annals of the Great Baska Rock.

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