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Chapter 146 - 146-Start the battle

At 8 p.m., the crowds were heading in one direction, different clan uniforms and husbands of the matriarch.

The arena, usually the site of duels for resources and power, was different today. Their matriarch would be fighting.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a private battle? Well, I'm happy anyway; I can't wait for the opponent to be crushed..."

"Do you hear? The opponent wants to fight them all together..."

"Tsk..someone overestimating their self... "

"With this public battle, will get to see the person beaten up...Kya, I can't wait."

"Did you hear the Matriarch of the succubi clan was injured and won't be joining the fight...but I think she's just scared..."

"Don't talk rubbish; her mind attacks are feared by even the first position...I think she's really injured."

"Hmm...she's not even here to witness the battle."

"Wow...did you see the most beautiful man in the Siren clan..."

"The succubi clan is more beautiful...look at his pink lips..."

The crowd buzzed with chatter, many stealing glances at the most desired men on the supernatural island, who, in turn, scanned the women for potential partners.

They all anticipated the battle, and the arena was filled with almost everyone on the island, but due to the outdoor cooling system, it was not stuffy or sweaty, and it was brightly lit from all corners, making the platform as clear as day.

The crowd grew silent when they saw the matriarchs appear in their battle wear; their hairs were packed backwards, and they had a serious, sword-drawn momentum.

They stood on the platform, and the crowds broke out into cheers, admiring the leader.

Some leaders with calm faces were not calm inside when they made this battle public.

They looked at each other with inquiries, but two women felt it was a good thing they told the elders, making it public today with high-sounding excuses of igniting passion and bravery in them when they see their leaders fight.

On the higher platform, the men watched their wives on the platform and were filled with pride; their eyes turned to the direct descendants to search for potential partners for their children.

It was an opportunity for matchmaking since everybody was gathered here today except the succubi head, his first husband and Clara.

The crowd waited and grew anxious when they didn't see the opponent,

"Do you think she chickened out..."

"What disrespect, she left our matriarch hanging..."

"She can't do this to me...I have already bet on her loss...I can't believe I will lose because the battle couldn't hold..."

"All my anticipation and passion will all go down the drain... Tsk..."

After thirty minutes passed with the crowd restless and furious, they were about to go back feeling the duel won't hold today.

"I see someone coming....look..." A woman pointed at the shadow coming from the entrance.

The light was directed to the entrance, illuminating the shadow, and a gasp filled the arena when they saw Cyra.

Cyra's golden braid swayed behind her as she walked; her black shorts showcased her long-toned legs, and her black singlet hinted at her full breasts shaped by the clothes.

She was a goddess stepping into reality. The men wondered which clan this newcomer belonged to, but they were shocked when they saw her moving towards the platform.

"Don't tell me she was the opponent!" these words rang in their minds in unison. Their eyes followed her confident stride as she got on the platform facing the Matriarchs, and her aura overshadowed her opponent's presence.

The referee, who was supposed to call the start of the duel, was quiet; she looked confused whether the woman missed her way or she was the opponent.

Everyone had imagined a middle-aged woman like the matriarchs- not someone young and strikingly beautiful.

The contrast between their expectations and reality was overwhelming, "Start the battle." The elder's words woke them up; they stared wide-eyed at the stage, not wanting to miss anything.

"Before we start...Miss Cyra, please could you sign an undertaking not to kill anybody in the battle." Blaine's words dumbfounded the crowd; even the other women with her looked at her in shock; what was with the confident faith that this woman was strong enough to kill one of them?

The crowd felt it was an insult to their Matriarch to enact such an undertaking, they had blind faith in their leaders and felt offended by Matriarch Blaine's words.

And the way they looked at Cyra changed from awe for her beauty to the hope of seeing her pathetic form being dealt with.

Cyra's raised a brow at Blaine's words. She rested her chin on her hand, considering how much more fun the battle would be if their limbs were torn off or the ground soaked in their blood.

But on second thought, if she kills them, she won't have another strong opponent to play with.

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