Reincarnated as a Tabby Cat: Daily Life with the School Beauty Empress

Chapter 36 The Cat Lord Calls the Shots

Long Ao's expression changed.

"presumptuous!"

With a wave of his hand, the three hellhounds roared simultaneously, and three pillars of black fire shot out from their three enormous mouths, crisscrossing and covering the entire area where Su Qianxue was standing.

Before the flames even touched Su Qianxue, Yi Chen moved.

Thirty times the force of gravity.

The three-headed hellhound stumbled on all six legs at the same time, and the angle of the three pillars of fire instantly shifted, crashing into the edge of the arena and sending up a shower of rubble.

Yi Chen jumped off Su Qianxue's shoulder, his emerald green eyes fixed on the dog, which was fifty times his size.

Sixty times.

The three-headed hellhound collapsed to the ground, its three heads emitting painful howls simultaneously. Its massive body was pinned to the ground by an invisible force, unable to even lift its tail.

Long Ao's face turned pale instantly.

His contracted beast was pinned to the ground by a cat smaller than its head.

Su Qianxue walked forward at a leisurely pace, almost casually. She stopped in front of Long Ao and raised her hand.

The cold air condensed and was pointed out by the fingertips.

Long Ao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Seat Number One, Su Qianxue wins!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

From start to finish, it will not exceed twenty seconds.

That mythical three-headed hellhound lay on the ground barking the entire time, without managing to launch a single effective attack.

"That's way too fast!"

"Is Long Ao trying to be funny?"

"The funny thing is that three-headed dog. Look at its appearance, with three heads on the ground and six eyes rolling upwards, it looks exactly like my dog ​​when my mom chases it with a slipper after it has done something wrong."

Laughter spread throughout the audience.

In the second match, Murong Hui faced off against Situ Lei.

Murong Hui was very composed. She was dressed in a white combat uniform, her long hair tied back with a simple hairband, and her overall demeanor was more like that of someone attending a banquet than someone who was there to fight.

Situ Lei, on the other hand, has a completely different style. He is shirtless, revealing his exaggerated muscles. His contracted beast, the Iron-Armed Giant Ape, is also muscular. The two muscular monsters, one big and one small, standing together create a strong visual impact.

"Miss Murong, forgive me!" Situ Lei shouted and rushed forward first.

His fist techniques were fierce and powerful, each punch carrying a whistling wind, combined with the sweeping arms of the Iron-Armed Giant Ape, creating an overwhelming offensive.

Murong Hui took three steps back and summoned her contracted beast.

Phoenix with Clear Fire.

A high-pitched phoenix cry pierced the sky, and a bird-like beast, its entire body enveloped in clear flames, spread its wings and took flight. Its flames were not the usual red, but an almost transparent bluish-white, and their temperature was several times higher than that of crimson flames.

With a flap of its wings, the phoenix unleashed a wave of bluish-white fire that swept down.

The Iron-Armed Giant Ape let out a miserable scream as the fur on its arm was burned off completely. Situ Lei was also forced back by the heatwave, his eyebrows curling up at the edges.

The ensuing battle was largely predictable. The Phoenix of Fire, possessing Emperor-level aptitude, held absolute aerial dominance, completely out of reach of Situ Lei and his giant ape. Three minutes later, a charred Situ Lei raised his hands in surrender.

In the third match, Ye Chen faced off against Shangguan Wan'er.

Ye Chen's Fiery Dragon circled in the air once, then unleashed a breath of dragon fire, instantly roasting Shangguan Wan'er's Purple Crystal Spirit Butterfly into dried butterflies. The princess stomped her foot in anger, but the difference in strength was undeniable, and she bit her lip, admitting defeat.

In the fourth match, Chu Qing faced off against Mo Xie.

This was the most closely fought match. Chu Qing's sword spirit excelled in close combat, while Mo Xie's sword spirit bee was adept at ranged harassment. The two exchanged blows for nearly ten minutes. In the end, Chu Qing, relying on his higher martial arts level, delivered a fatal blow in close combat—of course, he used the back of his sword to strike, stopping short of killing the opponent.

The quarterfinals have ended.

Semifinal matchups: Su Qianxue vs. Ye Chen, Murong Hui vs. Chu Qing.

When Ye Chen stepped onto the arena, his expression was very serious. He knew what level of opponent he was facing. His Flaming Dragon immediately took to the air, attempting to use its flight advantage to create distance.

Yichen tilted his head and glanced at the fire-breathing lizard in the sky.

Eighty times the force of gravity.

The Flame Dragon's wings stiffened for a moment.

Then it fell from the sky.

The fifth-tier legendary dragon crashed onto the arena like a stone, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ye Chen's face turned green.

Su Qianxue gave him no chance to recover. In a flash, she was right in front of him, and with two palm strikes, she knocked Ye Chen off the stage.

"Squad number three, Su Qianxue wins."

On the other side, the semi-final match between Murong Hui and Chu Qing also ended in victory for Murong Hui. The aerial advantage of the Qinghuo Phoenix was too great; Chu Qing's sword spirit couldn't fly up and was worn down to death.

The finals.

Su Qianxue VS Murong Hui.

The atmosphere in the venue reached its peak.

Two sixth-tier martial artists and two top-tier contracted beasts. The two strongest students in the entire freshman class, without any doubt, are finally about to clash head-on.

On the second-floor VIP section, several family representatives leaned forward, their eyes fixed intently on the arena.

Murong Hui walked to the center of the arena and looked calmly at Su Qianxue opposite her.

"Su, my classmate." Her voice wasn't loud, only the two of them could hear, "Before the official competition, I have something to say."

Su Qianxue tilted her head slightly.

"The Murong family has always been searching for truly outstanding young people." Murong Hui's tone was sincere. "I've been observing you all day. Your strength, your fighting spirit, the potential of your cat—these are the best I've ever seen among the new students. Without a doubt."

She paused for a moment: "On behalf of the Murong family, I formally invite you to join us. Regarding benefits, we will provide cultivation resources, cultivation manuals,..."

"A protective umbrella—whatever you want, we can discuss it."

Full of sincerity.

Su Qianxue remained silent for two seconds.

She knew the Murong family's significance. One of the three great families of the Dragon Empire, with a profound foundation and immense power. For a "commoner" with no background, this ticket was worth a fortune.

But in her previous life, she never rose to the position of Empress by clinging to anyone.

"Thank you," Su Qianxue said, "but I'm not considering it for now."

The statement wasn't definitively stated.

Murong Hui wasn't surprised and smiled, "Alright. Let's have a match first, and see just how strong you really are."

The host's voice rang out: "The Grand Final, Su Qianxue VS Murong Hui, begins!"

The two moved at the same time.

Fists and palms clashed, spiritual energy collided.

The speed and power of the sixth-level martial artist erupted on the arena. The two figures moved at high speed, and only afterimages and energy ripples exploded at the moment of contact could be seen.

After ten moves, Su Qianxue's palm strike aimed at Murong Hui's shoulder, but the latter dodged to the side and threw a punch at Su Qianxue's waist.

Su Qianxue took a half step back, and the cold air spread from the soles of her feet, forming a thin layer of ice on the ground. Murong Hui slipped.

But she reacted extremely quickly, leaning back and flipping over at an impossible angle, landing steadily.

In a duel between pure martial artists who do not use contracted beasts, Su Qianxue has a slight advantage.

Her "Ice Phoenix Technique" contains hidden chilling power in every move, and the longer the fight goes on, the more advantageous it becomes.

Although Murong Hui's fire-attribute technique could offset some of the damage, it was slightly inferior in terms of finesse.

After twenty moves, Murong Hui took a step back and raised her hand to signal a halt.

"Amazing." She sincerely praised, "Then let's summon our contracted beasts."

Behind her, a phoenix of fire spread its wings and soared into the sky, its bluish-white flames illuminating half of the arena.

Yi Chen stood up on Su Qianxue's shoulder and flicked his tail.

It stared at the beautiful phoenix opposite it, its mind racing.

[Hehe, this girl is pretty good-looking, and her phoenix hairpin is quite beautiful. This kind of opponent deserves an unforgettable experience—like dancing? Pole dancing would be best, but unfortunately there's no pole on the stage. How about—a striptease?]

A lewd smile appeared on Yichen's cat face.

[Illusion, a mirage!]

A spiritual force silently enveloped Murong Hui.

Murong Hui's pupils suddenly lost focus.

Before her eyes, the arena vanished. In its place stood a magnificent palace, surrounded by petals, and filled with an indescribable, sweet fragrance.

In the very center of the palace stood a row of robust, handsome men, smiling at her.

Murong Hui's mind was a complete blank. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing. She only felt a burning heat all over her body, and her hand involuntarily rose up to touch the collar of her combat uniform. In reality...

The thousands of people in the audience stared in disbelief as Murong Hui on the stage suddenly stopped moving, her expression dazed, her eyes vacant, and then her right hand slowly reached towards her collar.

The fingers of that hand were already gripping the zipper.

"hiss,!"

The male audience members below the stage collectively gasped.

"What... what's going on?"

"Is she under some kind of spell?"

"Never mind any of that 'technique,' what is she trying to do?!"