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    He rolled his neck, then cracked a grin. “No more holding back. I’m going all in… let’s give this everything we’ve got.”


    Power surged through Tyrant as he pushed forward again without hesitation. Muscle ripped through fabric as Tyrant’s power surged, shredding his shirt in one explosive motion.


    “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for — our reigning champion, Tyrant, is unleashing his full power!” the announcer said. “He isn’t holding back anymore. It’s been ages since we’ve seen his shirt blown to pieces. ce your bets. How long can Maia survive this?” Excitement swept through the venue like wildfire.


    “I’m calling it now — Maia won’tst five minutes.”


    “Come on, Maia beat Viper. I say ten.”


    “That’s wishful thinking. Look at Tyrant. One minute, and Maia’s out.”


    But away from the roar of the crowd, Ethan caught something others didn’t. Maia’s arm — the same one that had blocked the monstrous strike — hung uselessly at her side.


    Faint bruises crept up her wrist, darkening by the second.


    A burning frustration tightened Ethan’s chest as he stared at Tyrant, overwhelmed by how powerless he felt.


    Before he could react, Marisa grabbed his arm and tugged him away. “Let me handle this, Ethan. Your sister needs backup.”


    Shock flickered in Ethan’s eyes as he realized something was off with Marisa, too.


    From the way she moved, it was clear she’d taken more damage than he had.


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    At that moment, Chris pulled up in front of 43 Oak Street.


    One nce around, and he spotted the familiar gleam of a silver Maserati parked nearby.


    That was Maia’s car. She’d gotten here before him?


    His gaze sharpened.


    Without wasting a second, Chris reached into his pocket and dialed Maxwell.


    The call went unanswered.


    Irritation crept into his expression, mixing with the unease already churning inside him.


    Without waiting any longer, Chris pushed open the bar’s entrance and stepped inside.


    Inside the bar, Maxwell paced restlessly aftering up empty in his search.


    Marisa had sneaked out from the Payne residence with him, and if anything happened to her, he wouldn’t be able to exin to their parents in Drakmire. He’d be in serious trouble.


    Consequences aside, Maxwell truly did care about Marisa — even if their conversations usually ended in arguments. She wouldn’t have traveled to Wront if he didn’t matter to her, and he knew that.


    “Marisa, where are you? Just stay safe. I swear, whatever you’ve been eyeingtely, I’ll buy it. Hell, I’ll even double your allowance — just don’t get hurt.” Dropping his gaze, he fumbled for his phone, hoping for any sign.


    Then, like a punch to the gut, Maxwell’s face sank further. There were two missed calls and a single unread message.<fne2df> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? F?nd-Novel</fne2df>


    All from Chris.


    “Damn it!”


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