Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 956: Meanwhile, the two fighters at the center of this storm locked eyes, measuring each other in silence. The tattooed man, Viper, let out a faint sneer before slipping into a focused calm as he started advancing toward Marisa. The shouts and laughter around him didn't distract him for a moment. Tyrant's mockery might've sounded like bravado, but Viper understood the message hidden between the words - it was a warning. Underestimating this girl could be a costly mistake. He approached with caution. Viper understood this better than anyone.

He had clawed his way through a battlefield of blood and dust; he knew the world had no shortage of prodigies lurking in unexpected places. Gender, age, appearance - none of that ever lulled him into a false sense of security. He lived by one code: never let your guard down, no matter who stands before you. His footsteps were measured, each one heavy with intent, and he stopped just shy of a yard from Marisa - close enough to strike, but far enough to react. Right on cue, the host's voice sliced through the tension like a drumroll before battle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment of truth has arrived! Let's see how long this young lady can endure Viper's assault!" Instantly, the atmosphere soared, and people roared for Viper. "Crush her, Viper! Take her out! I've got ten grand riding on you - don't pull your punches!" "This girl wants to box? What a joke. She's probably clueless that Viper's a master of jiu-jitsu - he strangles boxers for sport. And she's clearly in a lighter weight class. If he gets his hands on her, it's game over." ɢvє.co for more reading "Yes, once Viper catches you, escape is a fantasy. She looks like a twig.

One hit and she'll shatter." Marisa heard every word. Her eyes narrowed as she studied Viper's posture and movements with sharp vigilance. Her brow furrowed. Jiu-jitsu? This was the kind of opponent she dreaded the most. The boxing techniques she had honed were brutally effective in street fights and chaotic skirmishes where fists flew freely. But jiu-jitsu was a different beast altogether. It was tailored for intimate, close-range combat - especially in lethal one-on-one confrontations like this. A single misstep could leave her limbs twisted or her breath stolen in seconds.

From Viper's build alone, Marisa could already sense he was an even tougher opponent than Reaper. Viper's arm span easily outmatched hers, giving him the upper hand in reach. He could strike first, while her own blows might fall short of even grazing him. If she rushed in recklessly for close combat, she'd be walking straight into a trap - ensnared and slammed down the instant contact was made. She gently bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing with rare intensity, her expression a portrait of guarded focus and steel-edged resolve.

It wasn't confidence she lacked - Marisa had that in spades - but the weight of the moment pressed down on her like a storm cloud ready to burst. She could tell, plain as day, that this man was several times more dangerous than Reaper. "Tsk. Just my luck - of all days, I run into someone like this," she muttered, almost under her breath. . . .