Chapter 412: Immortal (2)

The moment the host gave the signal to begin, three fighters charged towards Polly at once.

A heavy brute carrying a massive war hammer swung horizontally at her head. At the exact same time, a spearman lunged at her chest, while a martial artist aimed a flying side-kick at her back.

Polly didn’t even fret.

She ducked under the hammer, letting it whistle past her head by an inch. In the same fluid motion, she stepped inside the spearman’s guard, grabbed the shaft of his spear, and yanked it forward. The spearman stumbled directly into the path of the flying kick coming from behind her.

BAM!

The martial artist’s kick slammed straight into the spearman’s face, shattering his jaw. As both men stumbled in confusion, Polly spun the spear and drove it through the spearman’s open mouth until the tip punched out the back of his skull.

The man died instantly and fell to the ground.

Before the martial artist could even plan his next move, Polly drove her fist into his throat, crushing his windpipe. He dropped to his knees, drowning in his own blood before collapsing to the floor. Dead.

The brute roared and raised his hammer again. He was about bringing it down in a crushing arc meant to pulp Polly where she stood. But she didn’t give him a chance to strike. She leapt up, placed her foot on the head of the hammer, and kicked off it. The force drove the hammer straight into the ground.

Before the brute could lift it again, Polly landed behind him, grabbed his head, and twisted.

CRACK.

His neck snapped like a dry twig. He dropped to the ground like a sack of bricks.

Three fighters down.

The remaining seven froze in shock. It hadn’t even been up to a minute since the match begun. And she had already eliminated three people without breaking a sweat.

"She’s too strong!" a broad-shouldered man wielding a curved sword yelled. "Keep your distance! Use ranged attacks only!"

Three fighters immediately unleaded their abilities. Fireballs, acid, and ice spears rained down on Polly simultaneously.

But she dodged every single one with an effortless grace.

She slipped between the fireballs, ducked under an ice spear, and sidestepped the acid stream. She moved like a phantom, her blindfolded eye facing forward as if she could see every single person in the room.

She materialized in front of the broad-shouldered man. He reacted quickly, raising his curved sword and bringing it down towards her head.

Polly casually tilted her body to the side, evading the strike with flair. The blade missed and the man stumbled forward. Before he could recover his stance, she grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, slammed her fist into his chest.

CRUNCH.

His ribs exploded inward and the bones pierced his heart. Blood spewed out of his mouth as he flew across the arena, hitting the barrier before sliding down to the ground. Lifeless.

Polly remained still on the spot, as if waiting for the fighters to come to her.

The fire-mage engaged her immediately, coating his arms with flames. But before he could swing his fist, Polly thrust two fingers into his throat and ripped out his vocal cords. Blood spurted over her jacket as he fell, clutching his neck in silent agony till he finally stopped moving.

Five down.

A woman with dual ice daggers rushed at Polly from the side, aiming to strike her neck. Polly leaned her torso backwards, letting the first dagger blade whistle past her throat, then caught the woman’s second wrist and twisted the arm sharply.

CRACK.

"Ahh!" The woman screamed. Polly yanked her forward and drove a knee into her sternum. Then she took the ice blade in the woman’s free hand and buried it in her eye socket. The woman let out a soft gasp before passing away, her hands slumping loosely at her side.

Polly dropped the woman’s corpse and turned to her next opponent: A tall alien with chitin plating and acid glands. It opened its mandibles and spat a green stream of acid at her.

Polly moved sideways, dodging the acid, then closed the distance in a single step and seized the creature by both mandibles. The alien eyes widened in shock, but before it could react, Polly pulled its mandibles apart. The creature’s lower jaw ripped free in a shower of acid and black blood. Then she drove one of the broken mandibles straight up through the roof of its mouth into its brain.

The alien collapsed instantly, twitching for a few seconds before going still.

An invisible assassin who had been hiding his presence stepped silently behind Polly, aiming a blade at her heart.

Polly didn’t even turn around.

Without looking, she thrust her hand backward and grabbed his invisible throat. The invisibility shattered instantly, revealing the gasp-choked man. She slammed him into the ground, raised her feet, and brought it down on his throat, crushing his windpipe and killing him instantly.

The ninth fighter: A brawler with a left cybernetic arm charged from her flank, throwing a metallic punch at her face. Polly ducked beneath the strike, caught his mechanical arm, and pulled it apart with an ungodly physical strength.

RIP!

The cybernetic arm tore clean out of the man’s shoulder socket. He shrieked as blood gushed from the open wound. Polly swung the severed metallic arm like a club and smashed the heavy fist into the man’s face, caving his skull in.

He collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath his head.

The entire amphitheater fell silent. Nine seasoned killers had been brutally executed by a blind girl in less than ten minutes.

Jayden leaned forward in his seat, his heart pounding. Fighting someone like her would be very difficult. Her speed, strength, and precision were on another level.

Polly stood in the middle of the carnage, completely unbothered.

But then she realized something critical.

Ten fighters had entered the ring after her. She had killed nine. So...

Where was the last fighter?

Polly frowned, turning her head from side to side. But the person was nowhere to be found. It was as though he had completely disappeared from the arena.

Suddenly, the shadow beneath the nearest corpse stretched towards Polly’s figure and expanded.

The tenth fighter: a shadow-user who had remained hidden throughout the entire battle, erupted from the shadow directly behind Polly. In his hands was the giant hammer from the first man she had killed. Before Polly could even register his presence, he swung the massive hammer with everything he had and slammed it into the side of her head.

BAM!

The impact echoed throughout the entire hall. Polly’s body flew across the arena and crashed violently into the ground at the far end of the ring.

"POLLY!" Astrid screamed from her seat, her face turning pale with horror.

The shadow-user panted heavily, dropping the hammer. "Arrogant bitch," he sneered at Polly’s motionless body. "That’s what you get for being too full of yourself."

He turned toward the crowd and spread his arms.

"It’s over!" he declared with a grin. "I win!"

The crowd watched in stunned silence.

Even the host seemed unable to speak.

Was it really over?

Was the girl really dead?

A few seconds passed and nothing happened. She just lay there on the arena floor, unmoving.

The shadow user turned to the host and growled. "What are you waiting for?! Tell them I’m the—"

Cough. Cough. Cough.

A soft coughing sound suddenly echoed from the arena, interrupting the man’s sentence.

Everyone turned toward the sound.

On the spot where she lay, Polly’s hands were pressed against the ground, her chest rising and falling as she took in small breaths.

Her head hung at an unnatural angle, her neck broken sideways from the hit she took.

But somehow, she was alive.

The shadow user froze, his eyes bulging in pure horror. "W-What the hell...?!"

Slowly, Polly pushed herself upright and rose to her feet, her head still hanging loosely at her side.

She raised her arms, grabbing her chin with one hand and her head with the other.

Then, with a sharp twist—

CRUNCH!

She snapped her broken neck back into place right in front of everyone.

A collective gasp of shock echoed from the front rows of the audience.

The shadow user’s jaw dropped, his face drained of color.

He had struck her in the head with a hammer large enough to crush a vehicle. The impact had broken her neck and sent her flying across the arena.

Anyone else would have died instantly.

Yet she stood up, repaired her own neck, and acted as though the injury had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Everyone in the hall stared in absolute horror.

A woman in the front row covered her mouth.

Someone in the upper seats whispered: "That’s... impossible..."

Another spectator stumbled backwards in seat.

Even the influential figures watching from their private booths had gone still.

In Box 9, Darius’s eyes were blown wide in awe. For the first time that evening, the pirate captain had nothing to say.

On the arena floor, Polly tilted her head, studying the shadow user carefully. Then she smiled.

It wasn’t the playful smile she had worn before the match.

It was colder.

The kind of smile that promised the person looking at it was about to regret every decision that had brought them there.

Back in her seat, Astrid saw the smile and froze. Her face went pale.

"Oh, no..."

She knew that look. She knew exactly what it meant.

Polly was angry.