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

Chapter 37 Cat Lord Calls the Shots 2

The air froze. Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The zipper was pulled down by one centimeter.

At this critical moment, "Screech!"

The Fire Phoenix let out a sharp cry, and its bluish-white flames suddenly surged, as a pure soul fire was injected into Murong Hui's soul.

Murong Hui's body jolted violently.

The palace before her shattered, and those handsome faces turned into fragments and vanished. Her consciousness was jolted awake as if by a bucket of ice water.

"iii, she looked down at herself and saw that she had unzipped her zipper by one centimeter, and her face turned red to the roots of her neck.

She yanked the zipper back up, looked up and stared intently at the cat on Su Qianxue's shoulder that was covering its mouth with its paw and snickering. The murderous intent in her eyes was almost tangible.

"Wow—what a powerful mental skill!" Her voice trembled, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. "So close—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Yichen, perched on Su Qianxue's shoulder, grinned like a crescent moon.

[Hehe, are you trying to say that we almost took our clothes off?]

Su Qianxue didn't know what Murong Hui had experienced in the illusion, only that the other's blush was a little strange, and she glanced at Yi Chen. Yi Chen guiltily turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery.

"Damn it!" Murong Hui took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She pointed at Yi Chen and ordered the Fire Phoenix, "Little Phoenix, that cat is yours! Don't let it use that skill again!"

"Screech!" The Qinghuo Phoenix cried out angrily, spread its wings, and transformed into a streak of bluish-white light, rushing straight towards Yichen.

Yi Chen jumped off Su Qianxue's shoulder and went to meet her.

On the arena, the two humans and two beasts officially began their battle.

Su Qianxue and Murong Hui engaged in close combat once again.

Palm strikes and fist strikes clashed, the energies of ice and fire repeatedly collided between the two, the surface of the arena freezing and melting intermittently, the temperature difference so drastic that the ground began to crack.

In the sky, the Qinghuo Phoenix chased after Yichen, flying all over the arena. Although Yichen couldn't fly, its speed was ridiculously fast, tumbling and leaping on and off the stage, as agile as a black lightning bolt.

Waves of phoenix flames rained down, and Yi Chen dodged left and right, occasionally turning back to unleash a Foshan Shadowless Claw. The claw marks tore several spatial rifts in the air, forcing the phoenix to rise and dodge.

After about three thousand moves, neither side had gained a clear advantage.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Is this really the level a freshman should be at?"

"The rhythm, the power, the frequency of skill release—I'd believe they were fifth graders!"

"That cat is so fast! Even the Fire Phoenix can't catch it!"

"Look at Su Qianxue's footwork, what kind of martial art is that? I've never seen that style before!"

On the second-floor VIP section, several family representatives were already restless, pulling out their communicators and whispering among themselves. An elderly man in a gray-blue robe put down his teacup, said something to the person next to him, and that person immediately got up and quickly left, presumably to prepare the terms of recruitment.

On the stage, Yi Chen jumped to a corner of the stage.

[The warm-up is almost over.]

Its emerald green pupils contracted slightly.

It's time to decide the winner.

Gravity space, eighty times!

An invisible force suddenly descended.

The Fire Phoenix, which was flying at high speed, suddenly sank, its wing vibration frequency suddenly halved, and its flight trajectory seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, causing it to plummet rapidly.

"Hmm?!"

It struggled to flap its wings, but under eighty times the force of gravity, each flap required dozens of times the power of normal flight. Its altitude plummeted, and it could no longer maintain its flight, crashing heavily onto the arena floor, its bluish-white flames dimming considerably.

At the same time, Murong Hui also sensed something was amiss.

Gravity-based attacks can target multiple targets. Her steps became heavy, and her agility noticeably decreased.

Su Qianxue did not take the opportunity to make a move.

She took a step back and quietly looked at the person opposite her.

Murong Hui barely managed to steady herself, glanced at the Qinghuo Phoenix struggling on the ground, and then at the black cat elegantly licking its paws.

She gave a bitter smile.

Eighty times the force of gravity.

With this level of spatial suppression, let alone her phoenix, even a sixth-tier peak alien beast would be forced to lie flat on its back on the spot.

"So they were still holding onto this trump card." She straightened up and dusted off her combat suit. "What a terrifying gravity field."

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the fighting spirit in them had faded.

"I lost."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was amplified and carried throughout the entire stadium.

The audience fell silent for a moment, then burst into applause.

It wasn't a sparse, polite applause, but a heartfelt, overwhelming ovation.

Because the quality of this final far exceeded everyone's expectations of the "Newcomer Tournament." The duel between two sixth-tier martial artists, the clash between two top-tier contracted beasts, the control of the rhythm between offense and defense, and the breathtaking eighty times gravity space at the end—this was no ordinary newcomer tournament.

This is a classic match that will go down in the history of the academy.

Su Qianxue stepped forward and nodded to Murong Hui. There were no extra words, but that nod contained the respect between equals.

Murong Hui responded with a smile.

"What I said still stands," she said softly. "You're welcome anytime."

Su Qianxue nodded. It was unclear whether she agreed or was still considering it.

The host's voice resounded throughout the venue once more, his tone so impassioned it almost cracked: "Imperial Capital Royal Academy, the final rankings for this year's Freshman Challenge!"

On the holographic screen, eight names were rearranged.

First Place: Su Qianxue; Second Place: Murong Hui; Third Place: Ye Chen; Fourth Place: Chu Qing; Fifth Place: Mo Xie; Sixth Place: Situ Lei; Seventh Place: Long Ao; Eighth Place: Shangguan Wan'er. "Congratulations to the above eight students! You are the most dazzling stars among this year's freshmen! The academy will provide you with top-tier resource support! And our champion..."

The host's gaze fell upon the slender figure on the stage, his voice solemn and enthusiastic: "Su Qianxue! You are undoubtedly the number one freshman at the Imperial Capital Royal Academy this year!"

The applause erupted once again.

Su Qianxue stood in the center of the arena, and Yi Chen squatted on her shoulder.

The wind blew in from the dome of the stadium, ruffling her hair.

The cheers from the audience were deafening.

Yichen squinted, enjoying the wind overhead and the applause in his ears.

Hehe, that feels good.

It stretched and yawned, its emerald green cat eyes scanning the entire area, its smugness impossible to conceal.

[As I said before, no matter what kind of genius, prodigy, prince, or princess they are, they all have to sing "Conquer" in front of me.]

It glanced down at Su Qianxue's calm profile below its shoulder.

However, we're still 40,000 warmth points short.

The revolution is not yet complete; Cat Master still needs to keep up the good work.

It yawned, rested its head on Su Qianxue's neck, and rubbed against her.