?Chapter 959:


    Never before had a female fighter slipped past him in the ring. The sting of that reality pressed hard against his pride.


    But luck, as he saw it, hadn’t left him just yet. They were still within reach.


    He charged at her once more, refusing to let hesitation slow him down. Marisa didn’t panic. She stepped back three times, light on her feet as if carried by rhythm.


    Both fists lifted in defense, she danced between his movements — sometimes baiting, other times slipping just out of harm’s way.


    Then, like a strike from the shadows, she crouched low, surged ahead, and let her fist fly.


    A thunderous impact followed. Bang!


    Her knuckles crashed against Viper’s iing arm, halting his motion mid-swing.


    Without losing a beat, she used the momentum to dart backward, dipped low, then swept to the side, neatly dodging his next attempt.


    The surprise on Viper’s face was clear. He hadn’t expected her to read his moves with such uracy or respond with this level of precision.


    Compared to Viper, she moved like a falcon in freefall — striking with speed, pulling back, and always out of reach. No matter how fast the snake struck, its prey stayed airborne.


    High above the ring, Raegan narrowed her eyes, watching intently. Something about Marisa caught her attention, and a flicker of admiration stirred within her. Tension pressed down on the arena, yet the audience had be a rolling storm.


    “Can someone exin this? Why is Viper struggling? Is he seriously being outmatched by a girl?”


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    “I’m telling you, she’s no ordinary fighter.”


    “She’s charging at him! She doesn’t even flinch when he counters!”


    Back in the stands, Raegan let out a soft exhale through her mask. Her gaze danced with amusement as a grin crept beneath the fabric.


    Marisa’s abilities had caught herpletely off guard.


    Although the crowd cheered for the sheer spectacle, Raegan, someone who understood realbat, saw something deeper in Marisa’s movements. Her gaze sharpened as she observed, “This isn’t just training. She was born with this. That kind of instinct can’t be taught.”


    A gift that rare didn’te around often. Letting it go to waste would be a mistake too costly to justify. With the right guidance and training within the organization, Raegan was certain Marisa could be a force worth reckoning with.


    Still, no amount of admiration could distract her from the mission Kiley had given.


    Time was thinning fast. Maia’s arrival had to be minutes away now, if not sooner.


    Shifting her focus, Raegan pivoted with calm precision. Her eyesnded on the shaven-headed man at her side. Without urgency, she raised her hand and gestured toward Viper. Her voice came quietly, yet it carried weight. “Tell him to switch focus. Ethan’s right hand — make sure it’s useless.”


    The shaven-headed man gave a sharp, enthusiastic nod. Wasting no time, he brought his fingers to his lips and blew a piercing whistle that sliced straight through the noise.


    A string of whistles followed, each one shifting in pitch and rhythm. Tyrant, standing inside the ring, heard the signal, and his eyes turned stormy. He knitted his brow, immediately picking up on his boss’s instructions.


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