"RRRGHH!"

"DON'T DIE SOON!" A massive tigerkin fighter rushed toward him, murder gleaming in those feral eyes—

Then the world went to shit.

The stone beneath his feet lurched violently. Not a tremor. Not a shake. A full-blown goddamn earthquake that ripped through the arena like the world itself was splitting apart.

"What the—" The charging tigerkin stumbled mid-rush, his face twisting in confusion.

The tigresses in the stands felt it first. Their cheers cut off as the seats bucked underneath them, stone cracking with sharp reports that echoed like gunshots.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"

"THE GROUND—AHHH!"

The higher tiers started crumbling.

Tigresses screamed as they tumbled forward, claws scraping for purchase on suddenly unreliable stone. Some managed to grab onto railings.

Others weren't so lucky—bodies plummeting down, smashing into lower sections with bone-crushing impacts.

But that was just the beginning.

The sky above the open arena suddenly burned white.

Every head snapped upward. Time seemed to freeze for one impossible heartbeat.

A blazing streak of light tore through the clouds—no, not light, something solid, something massive, trailing fire and fury like the wrath of some forgotten god.

"STAR IS FALLING!"

The word barely left someone's throat before it hit.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM

The impact was apocalyptic.

The meteor slammed dead center into the arena floor with the force of a hundred collapsing mountains.

The sound alone was a physical thing—a thunderclap so massive it turned the air itself into a weapon.

The male fighters who'd been tearing each other apart? Gone. Just... gone.

Blood mist erupted where they'd stood, bodies vaporized so completely there wasn't even time to scream.

Droplets of crimson hung in the air for a split second before being consumed by the expanding shockwave.

The crater formed instantly—a massive, gaping wound in the earth that swallowed the arena floor, stone, sand, and everything else disappearing into a hellish pit of pulverized rock and superheated air.

The shockwave hit next.

It radiated outward in a perfect circle of pure destruction.

The arena walls—those massive stone barriers that had stood for generations—exploded like they were made of dried mud.

Chunks of stone the size of houses launched into the air, spinning lazily before crashing down into the surrounding territory.

"GYAAAHHH!"

"SOMEONE HELP—GKKK!"

The tigresses in the stands didn't stand a chance. The shockwave hit them like an invisible hammer, launching hundreds of bodies backward.

Some slammed into the collapsing stone walls, bones shattering on impact, bodies going limp instantly.

Others were caught by the flying debris—massive stone slabs that crushed them mid-air, blood spraying in wide arcs as skulls caved in, ribcages collapsed, limbs twisted at grotesque angles.

The ones on the higher tiers had it worse.

But some... some were close enough to the impact zone that death came even faster.

The sheer force of the shockwave at ground zero didn't just kill—it unmade.

Skin peeled away, muscles vaporized, bones turned to powder.

One moment they existed, the next they were red mist joining the cloud of death spreading across the arena.

The earthquake didn't stop at the coliseum.

It rippled outward, tearing through the Ironfang territory like a hungry beast. Stone huts collapsed, their walls cracking and folding.

Market stalls flipped over, goods scattering as the ground bucked and heaved.

Miles away, tigresses stumbled and fell, confusion and terror spreading like wildfire.

"IS IT A MONSTER ATTACK?!"

"THE COLISEUM—IT'S DESTROYED!"

Back at the impact site, dust choked everything.

Thick, choking clouds of pulverized stone and earth billowed up, blocking out the sun, turning day into a grey nightmare.

The world became nothing but screams, groans of dying stone, and the settling hiss of debris.

Through the dust, shapes moved weakly. Survivors. Not many.

And at the center of this crater stood a silhouette.

The dust swirled around her like she was the eye of the storm itself.

She raised one hand, then—

CLAP

The sound wasn't loud. Not in volume. But the force behind it was monstrous.

The shockwave exploded outward again, this time aimed at the dust.

Every particle, every speck of debris hanging in the air was launched away with brutal efficiency, clearing the entire area in an instant.

But that same shockwave hit the survivors too.

POP POP POP POP

Eardrums burst en masse.

The tigresses who'd survived the initial impact clutched their heads, mouths opening in silent screams as blood trickled from their ears.

The dust cleared completely.

And there she stood.

A woman with a tattooed body, blue robe, horn on head and spikes on her hair glimmering in a strange mix of black, orange, and white colour, with eyes with dark violet pupils, striped like a predator.

Her mouth twitched.

Not a smile. Not a frown. Something between annoyance and pure, unbridled contempt.

When she spoke, her voice carried despite every tigress being deaf, cutting through the ringing silence with a weight that pressed down on everyone hardly considered alive.

"Strongest warriors exiled due to conspiracy, should I take it as a joke, you bastard?" Sabrina's violet eyes swept across the devastation with nothing but cold indifference.

The survivors—those barely clinging to consciousness with blood leaking from their burst eardrums—didn't even register as living things to her.

Just background noise. Insects.

Her jaw clenched, muscles in her neck corded tight as the realization settled deeper.

These were supposed to be her forces. Her battalion.

Warriors she'd command to carve her path back to the main clan, to shove her victory down those elders' throats until they choked on their own schemes.

Instead? Weaklings getting off watching males die in a pit. Pathetic.

Her clawed fingers flexed, bone cracking as raw power surged through her frame.

The branch family heir who'd dominated every trial, crushed every opponent—reduced to babysitting this backwater garbage dump because some silver-tongued strategist had spun lies sweet enough to swallow.

"Trusted aide." The words tasted like ash.

That bastard had smiled, bowed deep, and painted the Iron Fang tribe as her golden opportunity: //Remote but powerful, Lady Sabrina. Perfect to build your foundation away from jealous eyes.//

What a load of shit.

She'd arrived expecting hardened warriors. Battle-scarred veterans who'd earned their exile through strength.

Instead, she got hormone-drunk tigresses fucking slaves to death for entertainment while the strongest among them couldn't even break past Golden Body peak.

The anger coiled tighter in her gut, hot enough to burn.

Her thighs tensed, thick muscle rippling under striped fur as she crouched slightly—not from weakness, but from holding back the urge to level everything within a hundred-mile radius.

The ground beneath her feet groaned, tiny fractures spider-webbing outward from where she stood.

Just her presence, her barely contained fury, was enough to make the earth itself nervous.

But then—

Wwwwssssss!

A silent shockwave and a sound of explosion from a hundred miles away... so silent that no one would have heard it but her?

Her enhanced ears perked, triangulating the direction with predatory precision. Whatever had exploded out there wasn't natural.

The energy felt strange, layered with something that made her cultivation base resonate—same type of bombs she was hearing about in her tribe.

Her lips peeled back, revealing fangs meant for tearing through steel. Forget these useless wretches. Forget the clan politics and the scheming elders.

Right now, there was prey worth hunting.

Sabrina's legs coiled, every muscle in her powerful frame compressing like a loaded spring.

The crater beneath her feet didn't just crack this time—it disintegrated.

Stone turned to powder, sand fused into glass from the sheer pressure of her launch.

BOOM

She became a streak of orange and black, tearing through the sky like a meteor in reverse.

Towns blurred beneath her—another leap, another explosion of force that carved a crater into someone's home, someone's market, someone's life.

Didn't matter. Collateral damage.

Each bound covered miles, her trajectory aimed dead-straight at that energy source.

The landscape became a rapid-fire slideshow of destruction: forests flattened by her shockwaves, hills split where she'd kicked off, rivers displaced by the vacuum of her passage.

Her eyes blazed with that mix of fury and greed, locked onto the horizon where the explosion's afterglow slowly vanished as if someone had exploded a little sun.

And she knew which fucking race it could be.

The mermaid testing ground. She'd heard rumors of the fish-people playing with strange weapons at the empire's fringe, their scientists—those white cultists or whatever they called themselves working on explosives that blasted and shot metals strong enough to damage warriors below Early Silver Body Realm to some extent.

And now, in front of Sabrina was that same group whom she was going to use as punching bags to soothe her anger or maybe eat some meat.

With a glint in her eyes flashing, her words resonated, "Fishes are disgusting but worth... playing with."

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