Auntie G Appears
As soon as the old lady walked into the arena, Karl jumped in first, speaking with absolute confidence, like he had already solved the mystery:
“Don’t even ask. I already know your name. The ones before were Auntie A, B, C, and D. By logic, you’ve got to be Auntie E.”
The old lady smirked and shook her head slowly.
“Wrong. I’m Auntie G.”
Karl blinked. “Say what? That doesn’t make sense at all. Logically, you should be E. What happened to E and F?”
The old lady straightened up and said, like announcing a great revelation:
“Because my cup size is G, I had to skip E and F.”
Then she yanked open her ceremonial outfit, exposing two massive breasts. Huge like papayas, yet dark and heavy, like overripe fruit. The grotesque sight froze the air, making people gag.
Karl shouted angrily:
“What the fuck are you doing? You’re destroying the whole scene. Everyone wants to puke!”
And sure enough, while he was speaking, people outside the ring started retching. Many collapsed, vomiting in piles—yellow in one place, green in another. The stench filled the whole arena.
Mrs. Wei clutched her stomach, moaning:
“Oh no, I just threw up all of yesterday’s food. Put your damn clothes back on! This is unbearable!”
The entire scene devolved into chaos: piles of vomit everywhere, people groaning, the air filled with stench. Yet Auntie G just stood calmly, as if nothing had happened.
The First Strike
Auntie G refused their demands. Not only did she refuse to put her clothes back on, she gripped one side of her breast with both hands like she was charging a weapon.
In the next moment, a stream of white liquid shot out from her black nipple, firing like a laser cannon straight at Karl.
Karl shifted lightly, dodging at the last second. The beam didn’t touch him, but the blast of air cut off a few strands of his hair. He realized instantly—the pressure of that “milk laser” was enough to pierce straight through a body.
And it did.
The beam tore past him, straight toward a middle-aged man outside the wall. The man opened his mouth wide, angling himself to catch it. In his mind flashed memories of childhood; he believed this liquid would give him massive energy.
But the blast shot directly through his throat, out the back of his head, and flew off into the distance. The man collapsed instantly, dead, sprawled on the ground.
Karl finally understood why she had exposed her chest: this was her weapon.
From the commentary table, Mr. Wei’s voice trembled:
“So this is it… behind such disgusting breasts hides such destructive power. Our sponsor must be careful. If he dies, what happens to the prize money?”
Karl smiled faintly and whispered to himself:
“Don’t worry. It’s just child’s play… except it’s child’s play with adult breasts.”
Consecutive Fire
Karl stood still, calm and steady. He wanted to see what other tricks Auntie G still had.
She screamed: “Consecutive!”
She gripped her two papayas, one in each hand, and squeezed them madly, faster and faster, like some machine gun gone insane.
Streams of white liquid fired out one after another, dozens of blasts flying straight at Karl.
But Karl only turned his body sideways, then swayed lazily left and right, like brushing off dust. Every single blast missed him.
Behind him, the people weren’t so lucky. Screams filled the air as dozens were struck and killed. By the end, at least twenty people lay collapsed, the arena filled with chaos.
At that moment, the papayas shrank—from G to F.
Auntie G panted heavily, muttering:
“Wait a second, I need to eat some bread to recharge.”
Karl nodded, allowing her.
But these weren’t ordinary loaves. They were chocolate bread, coconut bread, high-fat, special bread, rich in protein and nutrition—all the best ingredients for producing fresh milk.
She finished them quickly. Her size swelled back from F to G, then straight up to H.
Above them, Charles hovered with wings flapping, arms crossed, floating in mid-air like a judge from heaven. He said flatly:
“Are you done yet?”
Auntie G lifted her papayas in both hands, feeling the weight. She grinned and shouted at Karl:
“Now you’ll taste the power of motherly love!”
Karl raised his middle finger and smirked:
“OK. Bring it on.”
The Power of Motherly Love
Auntie G screamed and pressed them together with all her might. H collapsed to G, G to F, F to E, then down to D.
Two streams of white liquid shot forward, colliding in the air. The clash exploded into thousands of bright streaks, like meteors raining from the sky, flooding the entire arena.
The pressure was immense. Not raindrops, not milk—lasers, covering every corner, even spilling into the outside crowd.
The spectators tried to flee, but dozens, maybe a hundred, were already struck. The beams punched straight through their bodies, leaving them full of holes, collapsing on the ground.
From the booth, Mr. Wei cried out with trembling voice:
“Oh my god… this is the legendary Power of Motherly Love! A technique lost for ages! But what will happen to our sponsor?”
In the center, Karl stood there, his body riddled with over a hundred holes. He didn’t move, didn’t fall. He stood stiff in the middle of the stage.
Mr. Wei cried out:
“Oh no… our sponsor is dead. Completely dead. What do we do without our sponsor?”
Karl’s Turn
But then, as Mr. Wei tugged at his hair, Karl’s body began to heal. Every hole closed by itself, one after another, until his body was whole again. Good as new.
Karl smiled confidently:
“This is what I got from the essence of Dark Fences. A powerful healing ability.”
He grinned wider.
“All right then. My turn… Auntie Dee.”
The insult stung. Her size had fallen from G to D, and Karl made sure to call it out.
To her, he looked like a demon—an illegal demon destroying another.
Karl vanished, reappearing in front of her. His hands clamped down on her papayas, gripping tight.
She shrieked: “You pervert! Let go!”
But his grip only tightened. His fingers pressed in like squeezing balloons. They deformed, his fingers sinking deeper.
Karl muttered:
“Fine, I’ll increase my strength.”
Two loud cracks echoed. Then both mammaries exploded, blasting white liquid in all directions.
Auntie G collapsed to her knees, clutching her flattened chest.
“My babies… my mammaries… they’re gone. I’ve lost all my memory, all my meaning!”
Karl walked closer, leaned down, and whispered softly:
“Then let me do you one last favor.”
He spat.
The spit landed on her back, sizzling like acid, dissolving her lungs, heart, and spine into air. She collapsed, lifeless, her chest a hollow shell.
From the booth, Mr. Wei screamed:
“Unbelievable! Our sponsor is a demon! Auntie G is dead—she’s Uncle Minus G now! Look at her chest, hollow!”
Then he sighed and muttered:
“If such a strong auntie had used her motherly love in the right place, with just her two papayas she could have fed hundreds of poor children. But she turned them into weapons. What a waste.”
Judges’ Commentary
Then Mr. Wei pointed toward the three judges at the table.
“Let’s hear from our judges. What do they think about this battle?”
The camera cut to the judges. A staff member walked up with a microphone.
But the three judges were hunched over, completely absorbed in eating dog meat. They hadn’t noticed anything that happened outside.
The mic was pushed in front of Mario. He chewed, swallowed, and said blankly:
“Oh… I don’t really know what’s going on. I’ve just been eating this whole time.”
The two beside him nodded silently, mouths full, and went back to gnawing their meat.