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    Every step she took appeared weightless and impossibly swift. She slipped out of danger with barely a second to spare, Tyrant’s fists missing her by a hair’s breadth every time.


    But suddenly, trouble cornered her.


    He hounded Maia until her back nearly pressed against the arena’s high, slick wall.


    The escape route vanished behind her, blocked by the unyielding tall barrier. A crooked grin curled on Tyrant’s lips as he drew closer and unleashed a savage punch.<fn2ca2> This update is avable on FιndNovel</fn2ca2>


    In a sh, the crowd heard a loud crash.


    In a blur, the audience witnessed the wall shake as the force of his fist sent dust clouds swirling.


    Yet Maia simply dipped her head to the side, letting the punch slide past with astonishing ease.


    The entire ring seemed to vibrate with new energy.


    Spectators jumped from their seats, gasping and shouting in disbelief.


    “Did you see that? She vanished right before he hit her!”


    “Tyrant has let loose at least a dozen punches already, and she’s slipped past every one!”


    “The way she moves… it’s almost as if she’s dancing instead of fighting.”


    Maiapletely ignored the uproar from the crowd as Tyrant looked tireless, lunging toward her once again.


    She met his charge with sharp eyes and unwavering focus, ready for whatever came next.


    Tyrant unleashed blow after blow, fists pounding the air in wide, wild arcs, each strike blurring into the next with mind-numbing speed. He never let up, pouring every ounce of his strength into the attack, his focus locked on Maia.


    Against all odds, Maia seemed to sense his intentions before he even moved. Every attempt tond a punch was met with her effortless slips and agile twists. She slid away from danger with the stealth and poise of a panther, her movements so graceful they looked almost otherworldly beneath the harsh arena lights.


    Meanwhile, Ethan and Marisa had just shaken free from their bindings on the edge of the arena. Groggy and battered, they stared in disbelief at the contest unfolding before their eyes.


    Marisa pressed a trembling hand to her aching arm, transfixed by Maia’s dance around each vicious blow, admiration flickering in her gaze.


    Her first instinct had been to rush in and lend a hand. That urge died quickly, reced by the humbling truth that Maia’s reflexes were in a league of their own. There wasn’t a single chance for anyone else to keep up.


    In the corner, Baylor stood frozen, jaw ck in amazement.


    Moments earlier, fear had sent Baylor’s mind spinning, panic nearly overtaking him.


    rity struck as he recalled his promise to his wife about keeping the younger ones safe.


    Though still trembling and his voice shaky, Baylor shouted toward Ethan and Marisa as loudly as he could, “Come over here! It’s safer on this side!”


    Ethan’s hand curled into a tight fist.


    It stung, watching Baylor choose safety while Maia braved the storm alone.


    How could anyone with an ounce of courage let family stand unprotected?


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