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    “This girl’s got some nerve! I like her already.”


    “She might be good, but let’s see how long shests. Don’t forget — Reaper’s the weakest one here.”


    “Maybe the organizers nned this twist. Makes for great drama.”


    “Big talk won’t help her if she has no clue who she’s up against!”


    Beneath the harsh lights, the arena buzzed with wild energy. Laughter, jeers, and cheers rose and fell in chaotic waves, working everyone’s nerves. Viper’s face only grew darker as he listened. His fists clenched so tightly that the veins in his forehead bulged.<fnaa2b> This text is hosted at find?novel</fnaa2b>


    It was obvious that her taunts had struck a nerve. At the same time, Tyrant — the quiet ruler of the ring — fixed a sharp, predatory gaze on Marisa, sizing her up with open curiosity.


    Marisa barely looked eighteen, and physically, she shouldn’t have stood a chance against someone like Reaper.


    Yet she’d dropped him without effort, proving that her fighting skills were on another level.


    That could only mean she had received real boxing training. She might even be a pro.


    Then again, maybe Reaper had underestimated her because she was a girl. His reputation for going easy on women wasn’t exactly a secret.


    Whatever the reason, Marisa’s disy had captured Tyrant’s attention. He shot Viper a sideways look, grinning yfully. “Watch yourself, Viper. If she wipes the floor with you, I’ll never let you forget it.”


    Viper’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous spark flickering in them. He had no intention of letting Tyrant get thestugh.


    The crowd burst into raucousughter at Tyrant’s slightly sardonic remark. The energy surged higher, like a fire stoked by wind, as spectators began voicing their thoughts with growing excitement.


    “Ha ha ha… Reaper’s been taken down! I bet he’s burying his face in shame. Imagine the sting of getting mocked and manhandled by the Tyrant — it’s downright humiliating.”


    “Honestly, it was clear Reaper got toocent, especially since his opponent was a girl. He’s done that before — held back against female fighters and paid dearly for it.”


    “But Viper? He’s a whole different beast. That man’s never shown mercy, not even to women. His brutality’s the stuff of legend. This fight’s a foregone conclusion… That girl won’tst long.”


    “Heh, no doubt about it! The betting odds are out, and I’m dying to see what Viper does to her. Will he break her arms or go straight for the neck?”


    “Well, she signed the liability waiver, didn’t she? So, if her neck does get snapped, nobody’s to me but herself. This is the kind of spectacle that gets the blood pumping!”


    The jeers crashed like relentless waves, echoing in everyone’s ears.


    Almost no one in the arena gave the girl who had just stepped into the ring a second thought. In their eyes, the match had already devolved into nothing more than a diator’s show — life and death dangling on strings for their entertainment.


    To the crowd, this wasn’t about honor or skill. It was about adrenaline, wagers, and carnage.


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