Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Cutiepie vs Blazer ll

I twisted his arm sharply, using his own weight to flip him over. My movements were smooth and calculated, landing with a fluid motion.

*Crack*

“As you won’t have your arms to do so,” I added, my voice steady and cold.

I sat in front of him, my legs folded comfortably beneath me. Both of Blazer’s broken arms lay in my grasp, hanging limply like lifeless branches. The arena was alive, shaking with chaos as the announcer’s voice pierced the air.

“CUTIEPIEEEEE!! HAS DONE IT!! SHE HAS BROKEN BOTH THE ARMS OF BLAZERRRR!!”

The crowd screamed, their voices rising to the heavens in excitement. I let their cheers wash over me, though my gaze remained fixed on Blazer, whose upside-down head was just inches from my lap. He wasn’t moving—no struggling, no screams of pain—just silence. His breath barely stirred the air.

“She has some skills, surely,” the Queen muttered, her voice carrying a note of interest. The camera screens caught her rare curiosity towards me.

From the railings, Seraphine’s eyes glittered. “Yes! She did it!” she shouted, pumping her fist into the air. “Cutiepie really beat him!”

The announcer, breathless, added with finality, “This is it, I guess! Without arms, Blazer can’t win!!”

The cheers swelled even louder. The ground trembled under the sheer weight of their voices. But even as everyone celebrated, my eyes remained on Blazer.

He lay motionless, his dark, spiked hair covering his face. The silence was unsettling.

I tilted my head, my voice soft, almost teasing. “Hey, don’t fall asleep now, tattoo boy.”

No response.

Then I noticed it. A red, bubbling aura leaking out of his body like steaming smoke. It twisted and swirled around him, crackling like burning embers. A hush crept through the stadium as the celebratory cheers turned into whispers. Something felt… wrong.

The announcer’s voice faltered, his excitement replaced by confusion. “W-What is happening there?”

The crowd murmured, leaning forward in their seats.

I narrowed my eyes, tilting my head further, curious. “What’s this now…?”

Then it happened.

Blazer’s eyes snapped open—glowing crimson, wild like a predator let loose from its cage. His mouth opened, and his voice tore through the silence.

“I AM NOT DONE YET!!!”

In an instant, he pushed himself off the ground, launching his body straight into the air. He didn’t look human anymore. His red aura flared violently, roaring around him like a hurricane. His broken arms hung loose, swaying awkwardly, but it didn’t seem to matter. His strength pulsed through his legs, and he aimed a kick straight at my face, closing the distance faster than I’d expected.

“This time,” he bellowed, teeth gritted, “YOU’RE MINE!”

I blinked, unimpressed, as I stood to my feet, unfazed by the overwhelming aura coming at me.

“Ohhh, is that so?” I murmured.

I raised both my palms, summoning a swirling black energy bubble that shimmered in the air. The energy crackled as it expanded, dark and foreboding.

The crowd gasped as Blazer’s kick roared through the air, his aura tearing through the stage like a tornado.

“DIE!!!!!” he screamed, his voice feral.

His foot collided with my energy ball that I held on front of me.

BOOM.

The explosion rocked the stage, sending waves of dust and energy outward. A deafening silence fell over the arena as the blast threw up a thick cloud of smoke, obscuring everything.

For a moment, the world seemed frozen. The announcer’s voice had gone silent. The crowd held their breath. Even Seraphine, who had been cheering, stopped and gripped the railing tightly, her wide eyes glued to the stage.

When the smoke began to clear, Blazer froze, his eyes widening as he finally realized it. The smoke cleared just enough for him to see me standing still there, gripping his ankle with both of my hands.

I looked at him, my expression cold, my eyes dark. “Should I break this leg as well?” I asked, my tone eerily calm.

Blazer’s jaw tightened. Sweat dripped from his brow as his face showed disbelief and panic. He tried to pull his leg free, but my grip was unrelenting.

The announcer finally broke the silence, his voice shaking with excitement and shock. “WHAT?! CUTIEPIE CAUGHT HIM! SHE CAUGHT HIS LEG!”

The crowd roared in response, their disbelief turning into cheers once more.

Seraphine, still leaning over the railing, punched the air. “YES! SHE GOT HIM AGAIN! YOU’RE DONE NOW, BLAZER!”

Blazer’s crimson eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, I saw hesitation in them. He gritted his teeth, his fury trembling against his helplessness.

“Damn you…” he whispered.

I didn’t move. My hand squeezed his ankle ever so slightly, just enough to make him feel the pressure. “So?” I asked, tilting my head again. “Do you want to keep going, or should I really snap this leg for you?”

The sweat on his forehead thickened, and his breathing grew ragged. His aura flickered, losing some of its intensity. His lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes darted to the crowd, to the Queen, and finally back to me.

He clenched his fists—or tried to, given that his arms were broken. His head dropped slightly, his shoulders slumping.

“I…” Blazer whispered, the word caught in his throat. Finally, he exhaled sharply and said louder, “I give up.”

The entire arena fell silent for a heartbeat.

Then the announcer erupted, his voice booming through the speakers.

“BLAZER HAS GIVEN UP! CUTIEPIE HAS WON THE MATCH!!”

The crowd exploded, cheers and screams thundering across the stadium like an earthquake. People were on their feet, chanting my name again and again.

“CUTIEPIE! CUTIEPIE! CUTIEPIE!”

Seraphine nearly fell over the railing, waving her arms wildly. “SHE DID IT! SHE REALLY DID IT!”

Blazer stood still, his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. He didn’t meet my gaze. His face was shadowed, his pride clearly shattered.

I released his leg, letting it drop to the ground.

“Good choice, tattoo boy,” I said flatly, turning away from him.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled wrapper. I unwrapped a piece of bubblegum and held it between my fingers.

As I turned to walk off the stage, the gum slipped from my grasp and almost fell on the ground.

“Oopsie…” I muttered, snatching it midair and throwing it into my mouth. I blew a bubble casually as I strolled away, my hands back in my pockets.

Behind me, the announcer continued shouting my name. “CUTIEPIE HAS DEFEATED LAST YEAR’S CHAMPION! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!”

Blazer stood silently in the center of the stage, his broken arms swaying slightly as he looked at the ground. The red aura around him had completely vanished, leaving him hollow and defeated.

I stood at the edge of the stage, my gaze fixed straight ahead.

“You were good. Keep practicing.” I said.

My voice was calm, firm, carrying no hint of praise or criticism. I didn’t turn to look at him—there was no need. I knew he was there, standing just a few steps behind me.

For a moment, silence stretched between us. I could feel the weight of his unspoken words, of what he might have hoped to hear but didn’t.

He eyes held a flicker of sadness, as if searching for something more.

With a respectful bow, he turned and walked off the stage, his footsteps echoing faintly in the hushed auditorium. I watched him leave from the corner of my eye, his figure disappearing into the shadows on the far side.

From the crowd, Seraphine’s voice rang out above the rest. “YOU ROCK, CUTIEPIE!”

I smirked to myself, blowing another bubble as I disappeared into the passageway.

The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the quiet of my resting room. The muffled noise from outside faded, leaving only the silence.

I pulled my pants up properly and dropped into the chair with a low sigh, my muscles finally beginning to relax.

Reaching for the bottle on the table, I removed the cap. Water—that’s all I needed. Just a moment to breathe as it it’s too loud outside.

But before the bottle even touched my lips, the door flew open with a sharp bang.

“CUTIEPIEE!!!!”

The voice was unmistakable—loud, bright, and filled with uncontainable energy.

“Seraphine—”

It was too late. She barged into the room like a force of nature, blue hair bouncing, eyes shining with excitement. Before I could react, she launched herself at me.

We toppled backward together, my bottle slipping from my grasp and landing somewhere on the floor. Her arms locked around me in a tight hug.

“You were so cool!” she beamed, her face mere inches from mine.

For a long second, I just stared at her with a exhausted face. I let my head fall back with a quiet groan, my hands hanging limply at my sides.

“At least,” I muttered dryly, tilting my chin toward the floor where my water now lay forgotten, “let me drink water first.”

Seraphine giggled, completely unbothered, and tightened her hug just a little.