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Chapter 970: While he spoke, Tyrant shrugged and stretched his neck. "That's not boxing. It's nothing like any familiar martial art. So I want to know," he said, eyeing Maia with childlike anticipation. "Before we keep trading blows, why don't you tell me - just what exactly are you practicing?" Tyrant's words rang out over the ring, drawing every pair of eyes to Maia, their stares brimming with wonder and intrigue. In the stands, excitement burst out like fireworks. "Seriously, I'm dying to know what tricks Maia picked up.

How did she slip away from Tyrant's every attack?" "Maybe you don't realize it, but nobody's ever heard Tyrant toss out compliments like that. At first, I thought he was just being polite, but Maia must be extraordinary to read his attacks so easily." "She doesn't stick to any pattern I've seen. Could she be using some ancient martial art everyone else forgot?" "But wait! Isn't Maia a composer, designer, and painter? And now you tell me she's also a fighter?" "I couldn't care less about her day job. She's unstoppable! She's honestly the coolest person here.

I just became her fan." While the audience buzzed with excitement, it seemed as if everyone forgot that defeat in this match could mean death. They were swept away by the spectacle. Maia finally sprang into action. She lifted her right arm with practiced ease, spreading her fingers. Her feet shifted, her body tilted just so, and her left hand dropped calmly by her side. The pose she assumed was nothing short of art - sharp, measured, and as commanding as a statue in a gallery. Uncover new tales on gⱯlnσνℓs․çom This wasn't just any warm-up. Her posture spoke of something rarer.

This was a signature stance - a declaration of style belonging to a single discipline and one master alone. Without warning, someone near the front pointed and shouted, "Hold on! I've seen that before!" A man, somewhere in his forties, stared at Maia with shock written all over his face. "Last year, in the underground ring in South Pyrelance, I saw a woman drop her opponent with that exact move." His voice trembled as he remembered. "And not long after, rumors said a fighter using the same stance took home the crown in Geshuania's underground league." The crowd sucked in a collective breath.

Tension gripped the air in an instant. Recognition flashed across the host's face, his jaw falling open as he shouted, "Could it be? Maia is the legendary fighter who's been shrouded in mystery all this time?" The host's voice echoed through the underground boxing ring's loudspeakers, like a thunderbolt that momentarily stunned the crowd. "What? Are you serious?" No one was certain whether the host was telling the truth. The fighter, known only as the King of the Arena, had always been shrouded in secrecy.

She never gave her real name when issuing challenges and always kept her face hidden beneath a headpiece during every single match. "Wait... Are you saying Maia was the King of the Arena all along?" someone in the crowd screeched, and just like that, disbelief swept through the room like wildfire. "That doesn't make sense," someone said. "Maia was locked up for four years. There's no way she could be the King of the Arena." "Right? That fighter never once showed their face.

How could you say for sure it was Maia?" "And if you look at the dates, she was still in prison when the King of the Arena was last seen." . . . Message from Noah: Great Friday for you dear ones. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝) ᶻ .