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    While he was still reeling, Christina kicked him square in the gut and sent him flying. Thud! He hit the floor hard, rolling in agony, groaning like his guts had been turned inside out.


    Christina stood tall, looking down at the three fallen men like a queen on a battlefield.


    “I said you guys are all useless, but you wouldn’t admit it. So, do you surrender now?” she asked, cracking her knuckles.


    “If not, let’s go for some more rounds. All three of you at once.”


    The three men exchanged nces, defiance shing in their eyes.


    “Of course we won’t surrender!” the wiry man shouted. He pushed through the pain, jumped up, and charged at her like a madman.


    The other two followed, all three rushing her as if they had something to prove. There was no pride left—only rage. They teamed up, hoping to beat down this cocky woman and salvage their dignity.


    “Yaah!” they screamed, all fire and fury.


    Christina’s movements were incredibly agile. With a dodge and a strike, she took down one—then quickly the second, and the third. Their little team-up was useless. She mopped the floor with them.


    In mere seconds, all three were moaning on the ground, wiped out and too hurt to move.


    Christina walked over, lifted her foot, and stomped on the wiry man.


    “So, surrender now?” she asked, calm as ever.


    “I surrender! I give up!” the wiry man cried out in panic. Earlier, she’d eyed his groin and smiled—a deadly smile. He hadn’t imagined the threat. This woman was absolutely ruthless.


    Christina turned her icy stare to the other two.


    “What about you guys?” she asked.


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    The slender man turned red with shame but had no fight left.


    “I surrender,” he muttered, barely above a whisper.


    The burly guy tightened his fists, clearly fuming.


    “I don’t…”


    But before he could finish that sentence, Christina lunged at him without warning, lifting her foot and aiming it straight between his legs.


    “I give up! I give up!” the burly man yelped, panicking as his whole body went weak. Out of pure instinct, he reached out like he was about to grab her leg in a plea for mercy.


    Christina swiftly withdrew her leg, not letting him so much as brush her.


    “Damn. That’s a shame,” she said with a dramatic sigh, like she’d just missed out on something fun.


    The burly man gulped hard.


    “Wh… What’s so bad about that?” he asked, eyes wide.


    “Too bad I didn’t get to try out my castration skills,” she said casually, as if she were talking about cooking.


    “Could’ve been great hands-on practice.”


    Her eyes drifted to his crotch like she genuinely regretted missing the chance.


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