Chapter 3443: Uproar Over Postponement
Chapter 3443: Uproar Over Postponement
Hearing Meng Bai’s words, Lin Mu patted his head. "Try not to faint in public. It is embarrassing."
Meng Bai looked offended. "Master, you just broke half a stadium."
"Accidentally," Lin Mu replied calmly.
They were still talking when a loud voice echoed through the entire arena.
"ATTENTION ALL CONTESTANTS AND SPECTATORS!"
The overseer of the tournament floated into the air, his face pale as he looked at the ruined stadium.
"Due to the severe damage to the arena and the core of its defensive array, the next semifinal match will be postponed."
The crowd went silent for exactly one breath.
Then all hell broke loose...
"POSTPONED?!"
"ARE YOU JOKING?!"
"I WAITED SIX HOURS FOR THIS!"
"MY TEA IS ALREADY COLD!"
Cattaleya froze.
Slowly, very slowly, she turned her head toward the overseer.
Her face twitched.
"Postponed?" she repeated softly.
Daoist Chu’s eyes widened. "Oh no."
Elyon quietly stepped back.
Meng Bai blinked. "Senior Cattaleya?"
Cattaleya’s fists clenched.
Her muscles bulged.
Veins appeared on her forehead.
"You mean to tell me," she said slowly, "that after I waited a whole day, after I watched two fights, after I warmed up my blood and bones and fists and mood... you are telling me... that I do not get to fight?"
The overseer swallowed. "Lady Cattaleya, the core of the array has been damaged. We must assess it carefully. It may take several days to repair."
Several days.
That phrase struck Cattaleya like lightning.
"SEVERAL DAYS?!" she roared. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT SEVERAL DAYS DOES TO A FIST?! IT GETS BORED!"
She took one step forward.
Then another.
Elyon grabbed her arm. "Do not kill the organizer."
"I am not going to kill him," Cattaleya said darkly. "I am only going to shake him until his ancestors apologize."
Daoist Chu rushed to her other side. "Calm yourself. Violence will not fix arrays."
She tried to step forward again.
They dragged her back.
Lin Mu rubbed his temples. "Catt, please. If you destroy him, there will be no tournament at all."
She stopped, breathing heavily.
Her eyes were blazing.
The crowd was also furious.
Some cultivators were shouting curses. Some were throwing food. Some were arguing with staff members.
"I BET HALF MY FAMILY TREASURE ON TODAY’S FIGHT!"
"WHO WILL COMPENSATE MY EMOTIONS?!"
"I EVEN SKIPPED DUAL CULTIVATION FOR THIS!"
The overseer looked like he was about to cry.
Then, suddenly, an old man leaped into the ruined ring.
His robes fluttered violently as he shouted, "ENOUGH!"
His voice thundered across the stadium, filled with Immortal pressure.
Everyone fell silent.
He was one of the high elders of the Martial Fist King Sect.
His eyes swept over the crowd.
"Fine," he said coldly. "If you all truly want it, we can continue the fight immediately."
The crowd’s eyes lit up.
Cattaleya’s eyes sparkled.
"But," the elder continued, "the Martial Fist King Sect will take no responsibility for any injuries or deaths caused by the broken arrays."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Someone swallowed loudly.
A man in the crowd muttered, "I suddenly remembered I have a weak heart."
Another said, "My mother told me not to die young."
One woman said, "I just got married last month."
The excitement evaporated like mist under sunlight.
Even Cattaleya hesitated.
She looked at the shattered arena, at the cracked arrays, at the faint spatial distortions still lingering.
Then she clicked her tongue.
"Fine," she said grudgingly. "I do not want to win by accidentally killing half the audience."
The overseer almost collapsed from relief.
The elder snorted. "Good. Then this matter is settled."
With that, the crowd could only retreat unwillingly.
People complained loudly as they left.
"This is the worst best tournament ever!"
"I love it and hate it!"
"I will come back tomorrow even if my legs fall off!"
Cattaleya stomped as she walked. Each step cracked the stone floor slightly.
"This is torture," she muttered. "Pure torture."
Elyon tried to comfort her. "Think of it as storing your excitement."
"I do not store excitement," she said. "I release it violently."
Lin Mu smiled faintly. "Then you will have an even better fight when the time comes."
She looked at him suspiciously. "If they delay again, I will fight you instead."
"I accept." Lin Mu nodded. "Though we’re gonna fight anyways."
She brightened instantly. "Good. That makes today less terrible."
Meng Bai sighed. "Senior Cattaleya is frightening."
Daoist Chu nodded. "But entertaining."
As they left the stadium, the city was still buzzing.
People argued, laughed, complained, and celebrated all at once.
Even though the fight had been postponed, no one could deny it.
Today had already become a legend.
And everyone knew that when Cattaleya finally stepped into the ring again, something even more terrifying was about to happen.
Cattaleya’s mood after the postponement could only be described as dangerous.
If anger had weight, she would have sunk straight through the streets of Great Fist City and into the underground qi veins.
"She is vibrating," Meng Bai whispered as they walked behind her. "I can feel it in my bones."
Cattaleya’s shoulders twitched. Her fists opened and closed every few steps.
"I am calm," she said flatly.
No one believed her.
Lin Mu cleared his throat. "Catt, how about we get food?"
She stopped.
Slowly, she turned around.
Her eyes burned. "How much food?"
"Enough to make you forget the word postponed," Lin Mu replied.
Her lips twitched. "Lead the way."
They went straight to one of the largest restaurants in Great Fist City. The owner nearly fainted when he saw Cattaleya walk in.
"Oh heavens... it is her," he whispered. "The One Flick Woman."
Cattaleya pointed at a menu. "Bring everything."
The owner swallowed. "Everything... everything?"
"Yes," she said. "If it is edible, bring it."
Lin Mu raised a hand. "No alcohol."
Cattaleya glared. "Why not?"
"Because if you drink, you might try to spar with the Martial Fist King Sect’s ancestral statues."
She considered that.
Then nodded. "Fair."
Even without alcohol, the table soon overflowed. Immortal beast steaks. Immortal herb soups. Roasted thunderbird wings. Crystal grain noodles. Stone marrow dumplings.