My Milf System-Chapter 180. A grotesque summon

"That’s the human girl Master cares about, isn’t she?" Tama asked, licking her fingers as she dug into the food Adrian had handed her, seated lazily among the others in the spectator stands.

"Yeah... she’s the one," Rose replied, her eyes narrowing. Draegonoth’s vessel... tch....she thought bitterly.

"SHUT UP!!!" Sharon snapped, glaring at them. "Both of you! Why can’t you be quiet like Rin?!"

"Rin barely says ten words a day! Don’t compare us to her," Rose retorted with a groan.

"Fine..." Sharon huffed. "No puff-puffs for you today."

Rose gasped, her eyes widening as she clutched her chest in fake agony. "No! Anything but that! You know they’re my favorite! I’ll be quiet... I swear..."

Sharon rolled her eyes, finally turning her attention to the arena.

The arena buzzed with energy. A sea of spectators surrounded the concrete colosseum, their cheers and chants forming a deafening chorus under the midday sun. And now there were even magic-lit screens floated overhead, broadcasting every move, and every hit! Even in town, the other people who could attend the Tournaments were watching the livestream on magic TVs. Asher was impressed by this, and thought it could be cool if he learned how to livestream as well. Another business opportunity.

In the center, Lorraine stood tall and composed in her side. She loathed hand-to-hand combat—it was beneath her. The very thought of touching her opponent disgusted her. Her strategy was clear: never let Anna get close.

She began with a fluid chant, her hands moving gracefully. A glowing blue water ball materialized in front of her and shot toward Anna like a cannon blast.

"AND THE MATCH BEGINS!" the commentator’s voice thundered over the stadium speakers. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DON’T BLINK—YOU MIGHT MISS THE MOMENT THE UNDERDOG GETS DROWNED!"

Anna dodged Lorraine’s attack eith practiced ease, closing the distance in a sprint. She had no spells, no tricks—only her fists and her unrelenting will. But before she could reach Lorraine, five more water balls burst into existence, arcing through the air.

She managed to evade three, but the remaining two slammed into her with the force of crashing waves. One exploded against her chest, soaking her clothes and knocking her clean off her feet. She crashed onto the arena floor, skidding backward, her body healing almost as fast as it was injured.

"Tch... Insolent fool," Lorraine sneered under her breath, barely audible over the crowd’s roar. "Can’t you tell I’m going easy on you?"

"Then stop holding back! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT!"

From the crowd came mocking jeers:

"Just give up, already!"

"She’s no match!"

"Why even try? Lorraine hasn’t moved an inch!"

Anna remembered how Lorraine used to make her carry firewood during field trips—always looking down on her like she was nothing. Today, she’d prove she was no longer someone to belittle.

Dashing forward in a zigzag pattern, she dodged a barrage of water balls that flew like missiles across the soaked, glistening floor. Her shoes splashed and skidded across the puddles.

"IT’S NOT LOOKING GOOD FOR THE WORST OF THE REMBRANDTS!" the commentator bellowed from the magic speakers. "LORRAINE HASN’T MOVED AN INCH, YET SHE’S DOMINATING WITH RELENTLESS ATTACKS! WHAT’S ANNA GOING TO DO?!"

The ground was soaked now, thanks to Lorraine’s water balls. And Anna saw her chance.

Using the slick surface to her advantage, she dropped her body and slid across the arena with her back against the floor like a surfer riding a wave. The crowd gasped.

"She’s sliding?!"

Lorraine’s eyes widened a fraction. Before she could react, Anna popped up from her slide with the momentum of a slingshot, planting a solid uppercut right beneath Lorraine’s chin.

CRACK!

The sound of the impact echoed like a whip crack. Lorraine stumbled back, blood flying from her mouth.

The entire arena fell silent for a breath—and then exploded.

"WHAT?! ANNA LANDED A HIT!!! SHE LANDED A HIT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! OH—OHHHHH—YOU CAN FEEL THAT ONE!!" the commentator howled.

Lorraine stood stunned, a trickle of blood down her lip, her eyes burning with fury.

"How dare you put your filthy hands on my beautiful face..." she snarled.

"It’s a fight," Anna replied coldly. "You should’ve come prepared to see your ’beautiful face’ twisted beyond recognition."

"And I’m not done yet!"

Anna lunged forward, fists cocked—but Lorraine’s patience had ended. She had decided to stop holding back.

With a growl, she summoned a wave of over thirty water spheres—this time laced with deadly magic. They hovered above her like a watery armada.

"Not good," Anna muttered, eyes widening.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!

Each explosion struck like a cannon blast, pummeling Anna into the ground. The floor cracked beneath her from the sheer force.

The crowd winced collectively.

Asher shot up from his seat, alarm flaring in his eyes. "That’s too much..."

But Lorraine wasn’t finished.

She raised her hands again, chanting in another spell. Her aura surged, raw and chaotic. Wind swirled around her violently, and the ground behind her began to fracture, slabs of concrete rising and crumbling.

"W-WHAT IS THIS??" the commentator cried. "SOMETHING’S HAPPENING! SOMETHING MASSIVE!"

Gasps erupted as a grotesque, wooden arm burst from the earth behind Lorraine, veiny and gnarled with black roots spiraling around it. It slammed into the ground with a THUD, its elbow alone towering five meters tall. Another arm followed. Then another. And another.

Gasps rang through the audience.

"WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS IS THAT?!"

The earth split. A monstrous roar, ancient and animalistic, echoed through the arena as a massive, multi-limbed horror crawled its way out of the depths. Its body was a tangle of roots and jagged bark, arms twisting and stabbing at the air like serpents.

Lorraine stood in front of it, her eyes glowing, her voice still chanting in that eerie tongue.

Even the seats in the arena trembled now. Dust shook loose. Magic crackled like lightning in the air.

Anna groaned, barely moving as her body healed. Every inch of her ached, her regeneration slowed by the sheer trauma she’d endured. But her eyes remained locked on the horror rising before her.

Her breath caught.

Her knees trembled.

But she stood.

Fear clenched her gut—but she clenched her fists harder.

She wasn’t going to run.

She wasn’t going to break.

She still had to fight!!!

TBC