Avatar - Conquering the Elements-Chapter 146

Tienhai City. Yui Bay.

In the evening, the entire city was lit up by artificial lights, ensuring life never paused even at night. But tonight, the brightest glow came from the bay, where a massive oval building stood on the water, supported by pillars. The entire structure seemed crafted from gold. At its peak was a vast glass dome that allowed natural sunlight to flood in during the day. It looked like something a wealthy tycoon might build as a palace. But after its completion, people learned it was the Mage Tournament Arena, designed by architects with wild imaginations.

Seeing the finished building in person, Yuki was struck by its resemblance to a temple from his past life, one he'd seen on TV. In India, there's a famous Golden Temple, which, while not as grand or majestic, shares similar details. It's no surprise—where else would creators draw inspiration if not from the countless wonders already in the world?

Inside the arena, another tournament was underway between two finalist teams. The main hall's tiered stands were packed with spectators. People had been eagerly awaiting this event, and all tickets sold out in just two days. After all, what's better than a good old-fashioned magical brawl?

At the center, on a hexagonal platform, stood six participants. On the right side, young women with fit figures—clearly no strangers to physical training—were warming up. Their opponents were their polar opposites: middle-aged men in tight green uniforms, their bellies visible beneath. They kept blowing air kisses to their fans... Yes, even this team had fans.

In less than six months, they'd likely be forgotten, as competition only grows fiercer. The arena had opened just six and a half months ago, but the next season would bring far more new teams. Here, it's not enough to be a skilled mage; you also need charm—or just be young and good-looking. Those always win hearts.

Beneath the platform was a large, deep pool where defeated participants landed, and from which water mages could draw their element. The platform had twenty-one holes—templates for large coin-shaped discs that earth mages used in battle. The holes were filled with quick-setting clay, softer than stone but still impactful. For fire mages, the arena's air circulation system ensured they wouldn't lose their advantage due to oxygen depletion.

Beyond the battle hall, the building housed training rooms with all necessary equipment, allowing participants to refine their skills. There were also living quarters for the arena's permanent staff.

The participants' costumes deserved special mention, as they were cutting-edge. Only military and police gear surpassed them. The special fabric resisted fire, protected against clay impacts, and prevented injuries from concentrated water streams. It significantly boosted resistance to magical and physical damage. The helmets were even more reliable—otherwise, new mages would be needed every round to replace the injured...

"And we're back, folks! It's me, your eternal commentator, Shiro-o-o!" a lively male voice boomed across the arena. "Tonight, your eyes are in for a treat—orgasms galore! What we've all been waiting for is finally happening right here, right now! The final showdown will decide who takes the champion's belt! And bags a ton of sponsors and gets filthy rich..." The last part was supposedly whispered, but the crowd heard it all, erupting in laughter.

"On the right, we've got a team no one expected to see even in the quarterfinals, but here they are... and their bellies are still jiggling," Shiro knew how to rile up the crowd. "Yes! The over-forty guys! Wait, I think I mixed up the script... It's the Timber Toads!" The crowd reacted more strongly to "over-forty guys"...

"Experience is on our side!" the Toad leader shouted cheerfully, beaming.

"Age doesn't equal experience!" someone in the crowd retorted, triggering a wave of laughter.

That was the Toads' charm. They adapted quickly to the audience. If people loved laughing at them, why not? Popularity meant money from advertisers. Thanks to this strategy, they could already retire and live comfortably in the city center. But appetite grows with eating. They didn't just want comfort—they wanted it all. Especially since much of their income came from winning battles.

"On the left, we've got three stunning conquerors—each embodying a man's dream!" Indeed, it was a combo: a mature woman with ample curves, a fiery young girl, and a graceful "aristocrat" with a cold demeanor. "I can already see some men getting excited! I know what you're thinking, you sneaks! But their outfits aren't easy to tear—they're a joint creation of the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom's best minds!" The event was restricted to those over eighteen, so risqué jokes were well-received. Plus, helmets or gloves sometimes came loose... Blood had already stained the arena's white hexagonal floor red more than once.

"Team Violet Pentapuses! For those who don't know, these are tiny creatures living in Omashu's sewers. They have suckers that can latch onto a person almost permanently... No one's died from them, but your body won't like the gunk on their suckers... A strange choice for beautiful girls, right? Stay alert—they'll latch on and not let go," he said knowingly.

"Alright, alright, I know you're not here to listen to me. Let me just go over the basic rules. Can't skip this—the bosses insist. No flashy moves—only finesse and skill are respected! No headshots, no matter how tempting! No combining elements! If a fighter's seriously injured, they're out, and no replacements allowed!" Shiro rattled off almost in one breath. "Referee, start the first round!"

Within seconds, clay discs, fireballs, and water streams filled the air. The Timber Toads used a tactic dubbed "three-on-one": the team focused all attacks on one opponent while covering each other's backs. After taking one out, they'd target the next until victory.

The Pentapuses used a different strategy: each girl focused on one opponent, then abruptly switched targets, using the element of surprise to eliminate someone. This relatively new scheme was called the "stopwatch." The team pre-planned when to switch, so the key was to keep counting in their heads. It seemed like knowing these tactics would make defeating the opposition easy. But in the heat of battle, you don't have the luxury of spare seconds.

"It's one-one! The third round will decide who secures a life of luxury for themselves and their descendants!" Shiro's voice echoed repeatedly.

The third round revealed both teams had conserved most of their energy, now unleashing a barrage of moves. Within a minute, only the team leaders remained on the platform. Two minutes were left in the round, but neither mage slowed down, proving they were not just media personalities but top-tier mages.

"Toads, watch your surroundings!" the commentator warned as one man was frozen to the floor by small puddles. "And-and-and... Victory for the Suckers!" As expected, the Toad leader was swiftly sent swimming in the pool.

After a quick award ceremony where both teams spoke, the second, "unplanned" part of the program began.

"Don't leave just yet, folks—we're not done... Let's welcome some special guests!" Shiro's forehead was sweating—he was terrified of saying the wrong thing, as his two direct bosses took the stage. "Introducing Toph Beifong—proud daughter of the heavens, trained in earthbending by Kings Bumi and Roku!"

Toph looked unchanged at first glance. But on closer inspection, some areas had noticeably "rounded out," and she'd grown a few centimeters taller. It was clear Toph was no longer a teenage girl but a woman in her prime.

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"And on the other side, we have Suki! Warrior of Kyoshi, exceptional earthbender... and another student of Master Roku!" Suki, however, remained the same, as her body had reached its peak condition years ago. Barring any accidents, she'd stay this way for years—her life energy allowed it.

Why were they here? Simple: the arena belonged to them. They'd thought a battle between two renowned masters would boost business. Yuki had given his women the chance to invest in something they cared about. Thankfully, they'd each saved enough by then.

The crowd was thrilled to see the daughter of the Earth King and a famous Kyoshi warrior known for metalbending.

"No more delays!" Shiro concluded.

"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish," Toph smirked, launching dozens of discs into the air.

"Eager to lose?" Suki asked, a hint of mockery in her voice.

Without another word, Toph began firing projectile after projectile. Each attack was precisely deflected by Suki's discs. The battle was restricted to clay discs, forcing them to get creative.

"Compared to this, the finalists' battle seems like child's play," one spectator remarked to his neighbor, nodding at the platform.

"Relax, only a few individuals can show such mastery, and they're all connected to Roku and Bumi," the older man replied, his eyes filled with admiration and respect for the fighters.

Meanwhile, arena staff couldn't rest for a second, as the clay was being depleted at an unreal pace.

Suki, unwilling to lose, decided to provoke Toph. She knew angry Toph was careless Toph. She could apologize later...

"How are your hands, Toph? Bet you've been working them hard, huh?" she taunted, glad the roaring crowd drowned out their conversation.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Toph frowned, already guessing what her friend and rival was implying.

"Come on! It's been two years, and you're still in the same spot, still only using your hands on him..."

"Mind your own business!" Toph exploded. She cursed her own hang-ups that kept her from being intimate with her beloved. "We'll get there! Just not in a damp cave!" she countered.

"Whatever you say," Suki replied condescendingly, knowing victory was now almost hers.

But Suki forgot Toph was no longer a little girl unable to control her emotions. A minute later, Suki found herself submerged in the cold water.

Their goal was achieved. The arena's popularity was off the charts, meaning they'd need to expand—there wouldn't be enough seats for everyone.

*

Air Island Temple.

"Hime, you dummy-y-y," Kushi hummed a tune she'd just made up. "Hmm?" Passing the kitchen, she spotted a half-eaten lemon pastry, her sister Shiki's favorite.

Glancing around sneakily, she cautiously approached the treat. Just as she reached for the plate...

"Mine," a cold, girlish voice said behind her.

"I didn't touch anything!" Kushi replied, afraid to meet Shiki's beautiful but icy gaze. "Shiki's scary!" That's why even Hime and Tomoko feared touching her...

Ignoring Kushi, Shiki calmly climbed onto a tall stool, placing several soft cushions on it first.

"Delicious," she took a bite of the pastry. "'Just missing Father's knees...'"