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    Robin didn’t dodge. He threw his own punch, aiming to sh directly with hers. He was confident in himself. No way his punch would lose to hers.


    Christina had the option to sidestep and strike back with precision. But she didn’t. She let their fists collide.


    The moment their knuckles met, her expression remained steady, while Robin flinched, his jaw tightening and brows pulling together in pain. Her strength was unbelievable.


    Robin’s knuckles pulsed with agony, and under the impact of their colliding fists, his arm felt so numb that it seemed like it no longer existed. He never imagined a punch from ady could be so forceful.


    “If it stings, feel free to scream—I won’t chuckle, I promise,” Christina said, drawing her fist back, her grin yful andced with mischief.


    Robin locked his teeth, braving the scorching ache that surged through his hand like cracked stone. He needed a few seconds to pull himself together before managing aposed look.


    “Tch.” Robin gave a bitter chuckle, masking his difort with smug pretense. “That punch of yours? It felt like a weakling’s tap.”


    Quietly, he slipped his aching hand behind him, giving it a subtle tremor. The torment was almost unbearable.


    “Are you sure about that?” Christina asked with a light smirk.


    “What? You think it was impressive? Your skills are nothing to me,” Robin retorted, keeping his face calm. Inwardly, though, he was reeling. Had his fingers not still curled, he would’ve thought they had been crushed.


    “Is that so?” Christina arched her brow, amusement dancing in her eyes.


    “Seems your pride’s harder than your punches.”


    “Obviously!” he shot back automatically. Then, a beatter, he realized his blunder.


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    “Wait—what’s that supposed to mean? I don’t go around bragging,” Robin mumbled irritably.


    “Care to go again?” she asked, still smiling.


    His injured limb, tucked out of view, hadn’t recovered in the slightest. He wasn’t about to repeat that mistake. Had he known challenging her would end in such misery, he’d never have bothered. His so-called “mighty blows” had proven useless against her.


    “We’ll definitely have a rematch—but not now. I’ve got pressing matters to handle, and wasting minutes on you isn’t one of them,” Robin said coolly.


    “All right then, I’ll be waiting,” Christina replied, gaze steady. “Just make sure it’s before your grandfather’s birthday celebration. After that, I’m returning to Dorfield.”


    Something tightened in Robin’s chest. He asked quickly, “Why go back to Dorfield? Can’t you stay here?”


    “Not at the moment,” she responded inly.


    Robin’s features clouded. “Fine, leave then! Just don’te back to Kitaso again. That way, I won’t get a scolding from my grandpa just because of you.”


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