Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3395: One Flick Woman

Cattaleya’s fourth fight lasted only five seconds.

Her fifth match was against someone who seemed to possess some talent. The man produced a hurricane of fire and wind within the ring. The ring barrier shook violently. Many thought Catt would be forced to take him seriously.

Cattaleya waited for the flames to reach her.

They touched her skin.

Then fizzled out.

She flicked him.

He vanished upward for a good three seconds before gravity decided to intervene and bring him down in a smoking heap.

By the end of her fifth match, even the announcers had difficulty speaking clearly. Their voices cracked from shouting. Their jaws hurt from whiplash.

Cattaleya stood undefeated and completely unruffled. Not a speck of dust lay on her hands.

Once all five of her scheduled matches for the day had concluded, Lin Mu and the group reassembled just outside the arena. They could already hear people whispering Cattaleya’s name as if a living legend had been born within twenty four hours.

The group decided to stay in the city for the night. Traveling back two hundred kilometers only to return again tomorrow seemed pointless, especially when Little Shrubby could sniff out good restaurants nearby.

The next day came and brought with it even greater crowds. Word had spread like wildfire. People who had not attended the first day now rushed in droves, desperate to witness the woman who flicked people into becoming airborne decorations.

Cattaleya entered with a grin.

Her opponents entered with fear in their eyes.

Her first opponent lasted six seconds.

Her second lasted nine.

Her third attempted diplomacy by bowing and admitting defeat before the fight even began. Cattaleya shrugged and let him walk away unharmed.

The fourth lasted seven seconds.

By her fifth fight of the second day, she had become unstoppable momentum incarnate. Someone even tried to sell shirts with Cattaleya’s silhouette on them. Another man began carving wooden statues of her flicking Big Mao out of the arena. A group of enthusiastic women began chanting training mantras dedicated to her physique.

The organizer’s faces were pale.

Not because they feared her.

Because they feared her finishing the tournament too fast.

Several of the higher ups were overheard frantically discussing refund policies, economic risks, and pressure from clans that wanted prolonged entertainment. As such, even as Cattaleya casually suggested that they might as well gather all remaining participants and send them at her together, the organizers vehemently rejected the idea.

They needed time.

They needed income.

They needed spectacle.

If Cattaleya one tapped everyone in a single day, the entire local economy might collapse under the weight of unhappy merchants and ticket holders.

So the schedule remained unchanged.

And Cattaleya sighed dramatically but obeyed.

A few more days passed, and while the first tournament continued at a snail’s pace compared to her speed, she did not sit idle. Another tournament began in a different district of the city, so she simply went there and did the same thing she did here.

Flick.

Opponent gone.

Audience screaming.

Organizers panicking.

By the end of the first week, Cattaleya had become a feared celebrity among local fighters. Some began referring to her as the Demon Finger Goddess. Others called her The Woman Who Sends People Flying. A poet with an especially chaotic imagination wrote an entire ballad titled The Flicker Who Shook the Heavens.

It failed horribly, but the title stuck among drunkards.

Meanwhile Meng Bai prepared for his own tournament. His first match came three days into Cattaleya’s rampage. He entered the ring with steady steps and focused eyes.

His opponent was a Dao Shell realm cultivator who clearly thought Meng Bai was beneath him.

Meng Bai defeated him in a single minute.

Not as flashy as Cattaleya, but definitely impressive.

Daoist Chu nodded in approval and reminded Meng Bai to keep his breathing smooth after his first victory. Meng Bai simply nodded and returned to his seat.

His second match was against a Dao Treading realm expert. The man used long range qi strikes mixed with close quarter punches.

Meng Bai evaded, deflected, and executed a perfect series of the Nine Strikes Mountain Piercing Spear Techniques, weaving the strikes together until they built into a final blow that shattered through his opponent’s guard.

One minute again.

The crowd cheered loudly.

It was not the chaos of Cattaleya’s matches, but the respect was genuine. Many took notice of Meng Bai’s composure and talent.

Lin Mu nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly the progress Meng Bai needed.

And so, while Cattaleya continued terrorizing martial arenas with her godlike flicking power, Meng Bai quietly carved a name for himself through skill, discipline, and steady victories.

Two rising stars.

One explosive.

One disciplined.

Both unstoppable in their own ways.

And the tournaments had only just begun.

Cattaleya Duskthorn had become a phenomenon.

It had taken only two cities for the title One Flick Woman to appear, another two for the title to spread, and by the time she reached her fifth tournament, even roadside vendors sold buns called Flick Buns that supposedly made you as strong as her. They tasted terrible, but that did not stop people from buying them.

Her legend now traveled faster than she did.

Every arena she walked into reacted the same way. First there was the silence of awe. Then there was the cheer of excitement. And finally there was the fearful whispering among her potential opponents:

”Please let her not be in my bracket.”

”May the heavens have mercy on whichever poor soul is fighting after her.”

”I swear if I get flicked into the latrine again I am quitting martial arts altogether.”

Her name spread so aggressively that a few poets who had once failed to rhyme anything decided to revive their careers by writing epics about her. One of them created a piece titled The Ballad of the Finger that Shattered Ten Cities, which was a mix of awe and complete nonsense. Still, he sold five hundred copies within a day.

Cattaleya herself enjoyed every minute of it.