Big Mao looked at Cattaleya and he frowned. Then he laughed loudly.
"This is no place for a woman," he said, flexing his arms proudly. "Women should be graceful and slim, not built like a mountain."
Lin Mu raised an eyebrow at the remark. Meng Bai slowly turned his head toward Big Mao with pity in his eyes.
"He is done for," Meng Bai whispered.
Daoist Chu clasped his hands behind his back thoughtfully. "Dead man walking."
Cattaleya cracked her knuckles, each pop echoing like miniature thunderclaps. "Do not worry," she said in a calm but ominous tone. "I will change your opinion of women shortly."
Big Mao snorted. "Hah. Try it."
The referee held up a small flag. "Begin!"
Big Mao wasted no time. He roared and charged, qi surging up his arm until it formed a massive gauntlet shaped projection around his fist. The technique grew until it was nearly a meter wide.
"Great Gauntlet Fist!"
The crowd gasped. Several fans cheered wildly.
