Poison Eve
Chapters-31

"Welcome to the Misting City Debut Arena!" the sound of the show host echoed through the loudspeakers.

The hall exploded with cheers, applause, and whistles.

In the middle of the hard and dark stone floor, a low stage was installed surrounded by standing or sitting places for the audience.

Evelyn walked down the stairs to the entrance of the arena, while Nazareth climbed the steps down the benches to the special place of the guardians at the top of the row of spectator benches.

"One-on-one combat between newcomers against seven-time champions in a row" the hosts announced. "Voz Panthers!"

Spectacular applause boomed as a man of about twenty stepped into the middle of the arena.

Sunburned brown skin, shiny black shaggy hair with a height of about one hundred and eighty, slim and dense.

The man wearing his silver-styled black armor coat gleamed with pride, showing clearly that what he was wearing was not just a costume to debut.

The man even presented himself as a military-upstanding body, a puffed up chest, straight shoulders, and raised chin.

The confidence he had as he walked with an authoritative and alert gesture, as if confirming that he had won the fight more than seven times.

"What a threat to the newcomer" the host commented. "If the newcomer can beat him, then he will win the champion eight times. It could be that when he appears again in the debut arena he has already entered the semi-finals!"

Applause back.

"Ah—but can the newcomer even last for a minute? Voz Panther had already reached level twenty-one, while the new challenger was level thirteen. What will their fight be like?" babble the event guide.

"Huuu…!" The spectators cheered in a mocking tone.

"All right! Let's just call it, Newcomer." The host stopped talking dramatically.

And…

BLAAAAARRR!

Sliding doors in the other corner of the arena opened, and, and there appeared Evelyn with a green mini dress nuanced ivy three-slimbed looks like woven ivy leaves that stacked from the chest to the thighs combined with a tight satin corset gothic colored model black shiny. Transparent black stockings on top of knee-length armor shoes are nothing more if not-black shiny. Not to forget the satin mask half-face decorated with three-leaf ivy at the temple, with brown hair tied tight at the top of the head, making the appearance look petite rather than mysterious.

"Poison Eve!" the show host introduced.

The spectators were simultaneously flabbergasted, giving a look between bewildered and startled. Some are actually fascinated.

Evelyn stood on one leg, while the other was tied to the heel of the other, her hands crossed behind her.

Voz Panther glared at the girl uncertainly.

"Miss! Your posture is good!" the male audience started to scream nosy. "Don't you love getting ripped off by a tiger?"

Voz Panther turned his attention to Evelyn's open chest, which seemed to be covered by a pile of leaves.

"Why cover the face? Is your face not as good as your posture?" booing Voz Panther.

"Hidden in mysterious hide!" grumbling female audience cynical pitched.

"What kind of pose is that?" other women's comments are no less cynical. Then the other woman broke down.

"Little Girl! You're really looking to die!" shouted the other audience.

Evelyn tilted her head slightly and smiled obliquely towards Voz Panther, making the young man across the arena even more flabbergasted.

"I don't want to hurt you, Miss Sweet!" reveal Voz Panther with a glittering look and a mischievous grin.

Evelyn smiled again.

"Start!" The event guide instructed.

Evelyn was still holding out with her pose while Voz Panther was already preparing to put up the horses.

When you give out energy, it does not start with movement. The three hearts are the starting point. Evelyn repeated the sentence in her heart.

"My training method does seem trivial, but if you want to exert all your strength, all three hearts must work in line."

The words of Nazareth flashed in his mind.

The heart gives off energy, the waist as its axis!

Evelyn remained unmoved.

The audience looks confused.

Migi Vox grinned in Nazareth's lap.

"Dare to underestimate me?" furious Voz Panther began to get impatient, then lunged towards Evelyn.

Evelyn bowed slightly and stuck out her hand to then land her palm right on the young man's stomach.

SLASHY!

A burst of white light shimmered from Evelyn's palm.

Voz Panther bounced back but didn't fall. He landed with a bent body and slightly staggered.

"Now who is undercutting?" quipped Evelyn among her sweet smile.

The audience began to react with enthusiasm.

The eyes of the fox Nazareth gleamed excitedly even though his face remained flat.

"All right!" Voz Panther growled and developed both hands on his sides with claw-shaped fingers. "From now on I won't hesitate anymore" he snorted in a tone of intimidation. The floor under his feet began to glow giving off a disc-shaped yellow light.

Evelyn swung her hand with a gesture as if she was dancing, then the same light appeared under her feet.

The show's guide and the audience held their breaths.

"Their chakras are equal!" screeched someone. "Is it true that the girl has only reached level thirteen?"

Then slowly the circle of light on the floor at each of the legs of the fighters in the middle of the arena began to settle up to waist level, and appeared their protective fairy in the form of a light image like a hologram.

A black panther roared above Voz Panther's head, while ivy shoots floating on Evelyn's palm surface were as big as sprouts.

Most of the audience chuckled mockingly at the protective fairy Evelyn.

"It turns out it's just a plant-protective fairy" the host commented.

"Plant against the King of the Forest, is that right?" scorn the women.

Voz Panther growled and lunged towards Evelyn while swinging his Panther claws.

Evelyn throws her ivy buds onto the floor and instantly the plant extends and propagates at incredible speed and snaps Voz Panther's ankle.

The spectators are stifled.

Voz Panther was stunned and mired down, sinking into the ivy bush until he fell to his knees, and in an instant his entire body was immediately wrapped around him. He took a deep breath and gathered his profound energy into the base of the arm, then blasted the plant tendrils in one go.

Nazareth blinked and was flabbergasted with an anxious expression. But then a short sigh as soon as she realized Evelyn's stratagem.

Evelyn had absolutely no intention of directly winning the fight with the vines tendrils, her goal was simply to limit Voz Panther with the plant meshes and use that opportunity to perform a second technique.

The guidance of the controlling-type Spiritual Masters was to control the opponent from the beginning of the fight to the end.

Just vine vines, thought Voz Panther. What can you do to me?

But along with that, the plant's tendril fragments swirled around the Voz Panther in the form of a rapidly coiling mist that in a short time changed shape to the body of a white snake the size of an adult's arm.

The spectators again screamed.

Before Voz Panther could react, before the audience realized what was happening, the white snake's tail had already whipped and ambushed Voz Panther's waist, then wrapped around his body in an instant.

Voz Panther snapped his elbows, trying to escape from the twists of an unexpected tendril turned out to be as hard as a mountain rock.

Whatisthis? thought Voz Panther surprised. How can poison ivy…

Silent!

The spectators gaped without blinking.