Chapter 3394: Poor Mao
Big Mao looked at Cattaleya and he frowned. Then he laughed loudly.
"This is no place for a woman," he said, flexing his arms proudly. "Women should be graceful and slim, not built like a mountain."
Lin Mu raised an eyebrow at the remark. Meng Bai slowly turned his head toward Big Mao with pity in his eyes.
"He is done for," Meng Bai whispered.
Daoist Chu clasped his hands behind his back thoughtfully. "Dead man walking."
Cattaleya cracked her knuckles, each pop echoing like miniature thunderclaps. "Do not worry," she said in a calm but ominous tone. "I will change your opinion of women shortly."
Big Mao snorted. "Hah. Try it."
The referee held up a small flag. "Begin!"
Big Mao wasted no time. He roared and charged, qi surging up his arm until it formed a massive gauntlet shaped projection around his fist. The technique grew until it was nearly a meter wide.
"Great Gauntlet Fist!"
The crowd gasped. Several fans cheered wildly.
Big Mao shot forward like a cannonball, the energy of the great gauntlet fist tearing the air apart as it aimed squarely at Cattaleya’s head.
Cattaleya did nothing.
She stood still. Completely motionless.
People in the audience winced.
"Is she frozen?" someone asked nervously.
"Did she get intimidated?" another whispered.
Big Mao cackled triumphantly. "Too scared to move!"
WHOOSH
He pushed more power into his fist, speeding up. The air screamed as the technique approached her.
And then, as the massive projection was about to crash into her face, Cattaleya finally moved.
She extended a single finger.
Just one.
Tap.
Her finger touched the enormous gauntlet of qi.
KACHA
A cracking sound echoed across the arena.
BOOM!
The entire technique shattered into glittering particles of broken energy. The shockwave knocked several spectators backward.
Big Mao stumbled in confusion, his mouth hanging open.
"What... what happened?"
Cattaleya smirked. "Weak."
Before Big Mao could recover, she raised her hand and flicked him on the forehead.
Just a soft flick.
But the sound rang out like a drum hit.
BONK.
Big Mao flew backward as if launched by a catapult. His body sailed out of the ring, then out of the arena, and then vanished somewhere past the walls of the stadium.
A distant crashing noise echoed from far outside the compound.
Silence fell over the audience.
Absolute silence.
Even the birds perched on the roof froze.
Then the stadium exploded into a tidal wave of cheers.
"Who is she?!"
"She sent him to the next district!"
"No, she sent him to the heavens!"
"What kind of monster woman is that?!"
"This is glorious!"
Daoist Chu applauded politely with an approving hum. Elyon looked amused. Meng Bai shook his head slowly.
"This was always going to happen," he said. "She flicked him like he was a pebble."
Lin Mu nodded with a soft smile. "She was holding back too."
Little Shrubby puffed up proudly on Lin Mu’s shoulder. The twins hissed excitedly and demanded snacks to celebrate.
Cattaleya flexed once for the cheering crowd, then casually dusted off her hands as if she had simply cleaned cobwebs from a wall.
Her first match had lasted less than ten seconds.
And it was only the beginning.
The arena was still vibrating from the shockwave of Cattaleya’s flick when the crowd erupted with a thunder they had not produced for any other competitor so far. The stands shook as if a small earthquake had been summoned entirely through applause.
People were jumping out of their seats.
Some screamed her name.
Some whistled.
Some simply stared at her with wide eyes full of awe and fear.
One man near the front fainted after realizing that the muscular woman who vaporized Big Mao’s pride had been the same woman who bet ten thousand stones on herself earlier. Clearly someone who not only believed in her victory but was fully prepared to beat the world into shape if it tried disagreeing.
In one fell swoop, Cattaleya Duskthorn became the crowd’s new obsession.
There were chants now. Rhythmic beats of feet stomping the stands. Excited cries of fighting spirit. A few poets even tried to come up with battle songs on the spot but promptly failed once they realized rhyme was not their friend.
Lin Mu sat calmly among the noise, arms folded, while Little Shrubby preened with pride and the twins attempted to mimic flicking motions from inside his sleeves. Meng Bai let out a slow breath.
"She really is unstoppable," he murmured.
Daoist Chu nodded. "I pity the next few competitors."
Elyon smirked, then added, "If they were wise, they would simply surrender and go home."
But wisdom was not commonly found among overly confident fighters. Especially not in a world where martial prowess was worshipped almost religiously.
Cattaleya stepped off the stage with an amused grin, glanced in Lin Mu’s direction as if asking whether that was sufficient entertainment, and then vanished behind the competitor’s entrance with a skip in her step.
Her next match was called only ten minutes later.
The audience quieted immediately when her opponent walked up. He was a lean man who carried himself with poise, perhaps thinking he was strong enough to be a worthy challenger. His aura was impressive enough for a Fourth Tribulation Stage immortal.
He announced his name proudly.
She responded by flicking him out of the ring in eight seconds.
The crowd roared.
An hour later, her third fight had a participant who tried to be strategic. He dashed in circles around the arena, using movement techniques that left behind afterimages. Many spectators nodded approvingly. Many believed they had finally found someone who would test the mysterious muscular woman.
Cattaleya watched him run two full laps.
Then flicked her finger lightly.
A shockwave erupted from her finger, shattered his afterimages, and sent him flying in a spiral motion that resembled a cork twisted off a bottle. He landed on a vendor stall selling iced fruit drinks just outside the arena. The stall keeper immediately began charging spectators a fee to take a look.
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