Reincarnated Cat Becomes a Magical Beast

When those words rang out, the stadium suddenly became quiet until the sounds of several whispers could be heard. Inside the arena, Chris was glaring at Sandra with vicious eyes; in return, she gave him a glare of her own.

By the side of the arena, the host turned to Chris with a displeased look. To question the victory of the match was to question his judgement. Plus, this was a clear victory that anyone could call. What was the purpose of a rematch?

"Why should there be a rematch, don't think just because you hold a high status that you can just have your way, turning defeat into victory at your whim!" The host asked with a hostile glare. Several people in the audience nodded their agreement to those words, including Andria, who took great pleasure in the brat's scolding.

Unperturbed by several glaring eyes, Chris Farhawk pointed hatefully at Sandra as he growled. "There's no way I would have lost if she hadn't viciously hidden such a trump card! Who could have predicted that she could have actually gained the inheritance of one of the Five Legendary Beast's! If we were to fight again, I could definitely beat her!!"

"Those reasons are insufficient, holding secret abilities are valid methods in matches, in fact, they are expected." The host didn't falter in his response for even a second.

"But..." Chris couldn't dispute him and also didn't expect anything to come out of his complaints. He had spoken out in his anger and indignation. He also wanted to put into the heads of the audience that if they were to fight again, he wouldn't lose!

Though the truth was, even he himself knew that that wasn't the case. The power of the Volcanic Eagle attack was way too powerful, and beyond outmanoeuvring it, he had no spells on hand that could counter it.

But to his shock, Sandra spoke out words that both surprised and scared him. "If he wants a rematch, then lets do it. I'll show you I can kick your back to your fancy mansion any day!"

'This wasn't how it was meant to go!' Chris' eyes bulged and he gritted his teeth in frustration. There's no way he could go back on his words now, he would look like a coward who barked worse than he bit!

In one of the VIP rooms in the audience, the blissful laugh of Andria's could be heard as she took enjoyment in every word spoken by the girl in the arena.

"Andria has new role model!" Andria's eyes lit up in awe and her eyes looked at Sandra as if she was her idol.

"..." When Lexa looked upwards and saw her partners gaze, she felt a strong displeasure for some reason.

Inside the arena, Chris finally responded in a growl. "See, even she wants a rematch!"

The host was a little befuddled with what he should do and was just about to speak out when a gruff and masculine voice sounded out throughout the whole stadium. It was a rough voice that commanded attention and respect.

"Enough!!"

Everyone in the stadium's attention was drawn to the source of the voice and lead their sights on one of the VIP rooms above. Behind the clear glass of the room, people could see several people in this room. They were mainly middle-aged men sitting in luxurious seats, even more-so than the ones in similar VIP rooms, like Andria's for example.

Out of all these men, the one that immediately drew the people's attention was a man who had stood up and walked up to the edge of the room, his phoenix eyes gazing over the whole stadium. Everyone in the stadium felt a sudden chill when those eyes looked in their direction and they felt an immense pressure push down on them.

When Lexa felt this pressure, she automatically compared it to the gazes of the Hidden Blade Magician and Mist Step Magician back at the Thunder Mountain Hunt. This was the pressure of a Sky Magician!

The man had long brown hair and a trimmed beard, the cold and sharp eyes of a predator and wore a brown and gold trimmed cloak that covered even his feet. This man looked like an older, hardened and more mature version of Chris Farhawk!

Despite the pressure the felt, voices of various emotions began to resound around the stadium as members of the audience began to speak out in excitement, awe, fear...

"Its the Hawk Academies principal!"

"To think I would actually see a Sky Magician! Caesar Farhawk, the Soaring Hawk Magician!!"

"Isn't he Chris Farhawk's father?!"

"Marry me!"

"Is he going to speak up for his son, so that the rematch will happen?"

"There's no way he can show such blatant favouritism, right?"

Suddenly, all chatter ceased when they felt the pressure increase a notch and everyone returned their attention to the man in question, who simply stood there, hands behind his back in a casual but imposing manner.

"There will be no rematch." His words were simple, but drew the praise of most of the crowd in their fairness. No one noticed the displeased gaze he sent towards Sandra in the arena, for he only held it for the briefest of seconds and intentionally held back any presence of it.

In the arena, no one also noticed the briefest look of excitement and relief on Chris' face before he masked it, showing a solemn and discontent expression instead. No one noticed but Lexa that is, who had long suspected something fishy was going on.

"So that's how it is." Lexa mumbled knowingly, confusing Andria as she had failed to notice any of it.

"What is it, little fang?" Andria tilted her head.

Lexa didn't hold back anything as she told Andria about the clever play this father-son duo were putting on, causing Andria to frown in deep displeasure.

"Chris' father is not doing this out of fairness, but is only saving his son from embarrassing himself any further. Its likely Chris didn't actually want a rematch in the first place, only wanting to make everyone think he could beat this Sandra girl; which he likely can't."

"How thick their faces are, like father, like son!" Andria grumbled, a dissatisfied frown forming her lips.

"Your grandfather sure taught you some phrases..." Lexa giggled.

"No, that one was Mummy, she says it to us all the time." Andria responded promptly.

"..."

With the matter resolved, Chris Farhawk and Sandra Button promptly left the arena, heading for their separate exits. Though Chris didn't forget to send a hidden malicious glare at Sandra, who simply scoffed it off.

In the principal's VIP room, The Soaring Hawk Magician, Caesar Farhawk took one last look at Sandra's disappearing figure before returning to his seat, no emotion displaying on his face.

"*cough* sorry about all that folks. But with all that out the way, lets move onto the second and final match of this evening... The 10 year old Jared Lolan Vs..." The host began.

"Oh they're starting the next match!" Andria beat her fists in the air, her past grievances seemingly forgotten instantly.

"How fickle..." Lexa rolled her eyes jokingly. 'Ah well, I don't want to be hung over such frustrating matters as well.'

"...The 8 year old Seph Farhawk!!" Hawk finished the announcement of the second match participants to the excitement of the crowd. One could notice the increase in excitement for the secondly named participant in particular, Seph Farhawk.

In contrast to the surrounding excitement, Andria's previous excitement was instantly doused in cold water.

"Another Farhawk?..." Andria was dubious, at best.

Lexa looked on with curiosity as well.

Out of one of the exits, the first to appear was a blond haired boy who looked rather tall for his age of 10. His eyes were surprisingly soft and anxious despite his looks and he walked onto the ring cautiously.

Followed shortly after, the second participant entered into view, to the excited cheers of the audience. Like the two other Farhawk's Lexa and Andria had seen, this boy had brown hair and eyes. Except his were noticeably lighter in colour, bringing out his fair features. While his eyes held a coldness and sharpness, one also couldn't find arrogance and contempt in them. He was also noticeably younger than the other three contestants. His shorter height and calmness made a funny contrast when he stood in the arena across from the shaking and anxious, much taller and older child.

Lexa felt like this was a person who wore their heart on their sleeves, much unlike his two other relatives, who hid it behind a shallow mask. And while this emotion that he portrayed was one of indifference and confidence, it also didn't look down on the other, giving her an overall positive view of him.

"Looks like maybe not all of the Farhawk's are so bad..." Lexa reasoned. 'Also, presumably this Seph is an Early Stage Foundation Rank Magician. Two years younger than his peers, that's a true genius! No wonder the audience is so excited, there must be quite a few eyes on him.'

"Andria still prefers opponent, look it him shaking. Its so cute!" Andria pointed at the taller child standing on the arena, Jared Lolan as she giggled. His shaking was like an adorable overgrown pup.

"Its a good thing he can't hear you, else he'd really faint from embarrassment." Lexa shook her head and laughed lightly.

In the arena, as the two participants were readying up, Seph Farhawk surprisingly spoke some encouraging, if not arrogant words towards the shaking opponent across from him. "Jared, don't worry about anything and just try your best. All you need to do is show off some of your best moves and it will be sufficient, don't worry about losing."

Jared knew Seph quite a bit and knew this was just his way of talking, and took no offence towards his confidence in winning the match; simply responding instead with a smile, his shaking calming somewhat. "Thanks!"

When Caesar Farhawk heard these words with his enhanced hearing, he sneered before quickly resuming his usual emotionless expression.

Seph Farhawk was the Fifth Young Master of the Farhawk family and the second son of of the Head of the Farhawk family, and Caesar Farhawk's brother, the Inferno Hawk Magician Stephen Farhawk.