Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 954: Even through the haze of exhaustion, Ethan's eyes widened. He knew that shape. "Marisa?" "Honestly, Ethan, you still recognized me." Marisa let out a weary sigh, peeling off the mask she had just grabbed. Hiding her face had been pointless. Even in that battered state, he still knew who she was. "Don't worry. You're under my protection. No one's going to lay a finger on you." As soon as she saw Marisa's face, Melanie's eyes widened in shock. She didn't waste a second, running straight over to hide behind her.

When it came to fighting, nobody in the elite prep program could beat Marisa. Taking the lead, Marisa fixed her gaze on Reaper, standing across from her. Her eyes were as sharp as knives. "I'll take you on." Instantly, the crowd exploded in disbelief. "Look at that. Another fool trying to take on death." "She thinks her size will help her against the Reaper? Ridiculous!" "She's just signing her own death warrant." Reaper snickered, lifting a finger in Marisa's direction. "I've seen plenty of knights come to save the damsel, but I've never seen a beauty save a knight.

Even though I'm not fond of fighting women, if you're eager to die, who am I to deny you?" As soon as he finished, his fist swung out, aiming for Marisa. Viper just watched, thinking there was no chance he'd need to step in. It was a shame, really, for such a beautiful girl to meet her end here. Then, as he carelessly glanced away, something heavy crashed onto the ground in front of him. Lᴀtєѕt chαptєrs ιn glnovєl.о Reaper was sprawled at his feet, completely knocked out, his eyes rolled back. Viper's head jerked up, staring at Marisa in astonishment.

"That was you?" He had gone up against Reaper more than once in this ring. He knew exactly how tough the man was. For her to take him down so fast - he could hardly believe it. It wasn't just Viper - every person in the crowd looked stunned. You could almost hear a pin drop. No one had actually seen how it happened; everything had gone by in a blur. All they knew was that Reaper was sent flying by the newcomer, a young woman who had barely settled into the ring. Marisa rolled her wrist with practiced ease, then slipped right back into her stance. It was clear she favored boxing.

"Come on, are you blind or what? You saw it." Marisa scoffed, popping her neck. Growing up as a hidden member of the Payne family in Drakmire, her training had started when she was still a child. Unlike her brother Maxwell, she excelled in combat. She had even entered countless matches under false names, racking up more than a few boxing championships. After moving to Wront, though, she hadn't truly unleashed her skills. Viper, caught off guard by someone like her, scowled. "I'm not blind. You're just full of yourself." Marisa shot him a taunting look, arching a brow. "Oh, really?

I call it confidence. Kneel before me and beg for forgiveness, and maybe I'll let you off easy." Her boldness sent a ripple through the spectators. . . .