Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 147 - 147- Kekeke... marvellous!

"Is there an advanced medical team that can mend torn limbs and save someone on the brink of death?" Cyra asked in a serious tone, making everybody misunderstand and think she was asking for herself out of fear she wouldn't survive the duel.

Only Blaine, Leah, Lily and Mia understood the meaning of her words. Blain and Mia's heart sank.

She quickly called the medical team to assemble and bring out the healing capsule on standby.

"Yes, I have called our medical team on standby....can you sign now," Blaine said; her body tense, having already accepted her fate.

Cyra nodded, and the referee clicked his bracelet. The hologram screen popped up with an undertaking file, and Cyra pressed in her thumbprint.

The battle started; the women on the right surrounded Cyra, forcing her into the centre.

Cyra popped her hands, making a cracking sound in the silent crowd.

Everybody watched with their eyes peeled open.

Some women didn't summon their beasts, feeling they were enough for the battle.

Only Leah and Blaine entered full battle mode with full transformation and their beast by their side.

Sensing something was wrong, Julia summoned her bull beast and entered her berserker state. Others felt they were too cautious.

A woman attacked first, exchanging moves to assess each other's strength; Cyra didn't use her full power; she wanted to enjoy the fight for as long as it lasted.

Others joined in; their attacks were too fast for the eyes; Cyra could feel their bodies were more durable than the other humans.

She broke free and launched precise strikes at the key points on their bodies; she took Blaine by her leg and slammed her to the ground, creating cracks in the platform.

"Crack!!! Bang!"

"Pfftt..." two women coughed out blood from her leg swipe, pressing their rib bones inside.

Another woman replaced them, giving them a chance to reset their bones in place and heal before they changed to their full form.

The crowd held their breaths as they watched the intense battle; Leah attacked with lightning speed, slitting Cyra's throat with her sharp, long claws, while her cheetah sank its fangs into Cyra's leg, tearing flesh and exposing bone.

Others saw this as a chance to attack her, cracking her bones and tearing out her hands.

They sighed in relief, thinking she was dead, and were glad in their heart they didn't sign any undertaking. Only Leah knew it was far from over.

Before they could relax, "Kekeke... marvellous!" Cyra's crazy laughter sent dread into their hearts. They watched her reset her broken left hand in place and pick up her other torn hand, and they saw her blood entering into the hand mending itself back.

She cracked all her bones in place and was good as new as if she was just starting the battle now. She looked at her frozen opponent and smiled, she hadn't felt such joy and her blood boiled.

She felt they were Barbie plastic dolls that, after breaking, could be fixed again to be played with; her gaze creeped them out of their mind. Leah shivered and broke out into goosebumps.

And the crowd were in relief and horror when they saw Cyra's healing process a moment ago. A seed of doubt sprouted into their heart when they saw their Matriarch state.

"Can she be killed...will our Matriarch win." These words filled their heart as they watched the one-sided beatdown continue and realized her earlier question about the medical team was for their leaders.

A woman used her fairy power to ripen the seed in her hands, turning it into a sturdy branch, and tied up Cyra's hands and legs in place.

A woman brought out her soul from her body, using her ghostly form to try and take control of Cyra's body; their thoughts were beautiful, but the reality was harsh.

Before the woman could possess her body, her ghostly apparition felt icy cold, centimetres away from Cyra's body; she showed signs of turning into icy particles to dissipate in the air.

She quickly returned to her body, or she wouldn't be able to return ever again. She shivered, breathing out icy vapour from her mouth.

Cyra scatters the branches into tiny pieces, flashing to the woman and piercing her hand through her stomach.

She used her free hand to hold Julia's punch in place. The force of the punch showed the momentum of a powerful attack, and it was stopped easily, making Julia's eyes shrink.

She crushed Julia's fist, crushing her fingers and cracking the wrist bone, making it fall limp.

Cyra removed her hands from the other woman's gaping stomach, blood splashed on the ground, and Cyra's hand was coated with blood.

Two beasts attacked her at the same time; she hardened her bone into hard metal and kicked the beasts off the platform with their master affected by their pains.

In all this Cyra had a smile dancing in her eyes, and she enjoyed the battle.

After a while, she stopped, seeing all of them were on the brink of death- she couldn't break her promise.

She walked out of the platform under the fearful, dazed crowd.