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.
