Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 973: Without warning, he sprang into action. In the blink of an eye... Boom! The arena seemed to shudder as the air cracked under the force of his launch. Before anyone had time to gasp, he was already inches from Maia. Both fists whipped forward with brutal speed, aiming straight for Maia's face. No one could believe it. Tyrant's strike came so fast that it left the entire crowd breathless. His movement was nothing but a blur. Even the air itself seemed to slice as his fists cut through it, whistling past with a sound that stung the ears.

"Maia!" "Maia!" Ethan and Marisa screamed her name from the sidelines, their voices cracking with panic, their faces pale with fear. At that very moment... Bang! The doors to the arena burst open with a loud crash. "Move!" Chris stormed in like a thunderstorm, his black trench coat flaring behind him as rage poured off him in waves. Not far behind, Maxwell ran in, every step fueled by the same fear and fury. Chris didn't look around. His eyes stayed locked on the shadowy figure standing center stage.

Exclusive updates available gⱯlnσνℓs․com Maia's figure was barely visible, nearly consumed by the onslaught of Tyrant's strikes. Chris felt his pulse surge, his vision sharpening with fury. "Maia!" The shout tore from his throat, his stare turning cold enough to freeze bone. A heartbeat later... Chris launched himself from the stands, cutting through the air with the speed of a lightning bolt, heading straight for the heart of the arena. The pressure of his arrival made the nearby crowd recoil without thinking. Chris's gaze burned with deadly intent, and his voice rumbled low and dangerous.

"So, you really are looking to die." Inside the arena, Maia had positioned herself defensively, prepared for whatever assault would come. Tyrant's assault hit like a hurricane tearing through the coast. His punches thundered through the air, kicks cast massive shadows, muscles bulged like breaking boulders, and every strike echoed with bone-rattling force. Front-row spectators stumbled backward under the crushing pressure, unable to hold their ground. Even from the upper seats, everyone felt caught in the eye of a violent storm.

Still, many refused to retreat, eyes locked on the ring's center, unwilling to miss a single moment. This would be a fight remembered in underground fighting history. Among them, Raegan sat motionless, her fingers slightly clenched. She knew exactly what Tyrant's power meant. The tide of battle had already begun to turn. With Tyrant's full strength unleashed, one solid hit would crush his opponent's will and defense. Right now, Maia looked like a deer caught in headlights to everyone watching. Chris was still racing toward the arena wall, almost within reach. One more yard... One more step...

He'd never felt such panic, desperately wanting to leap into that ring immediately. "Stop it!" Chris shouted, reaching toward Maia, terrified he'd see her fall in the next moment. Everyone held their breath. Nobody spoke; all eyes stayed fixed, the silence almost eerie. They expected to witness history, watching Maia get launched from the ring and crash down hard. But in the next second, just as Chris prepared to vault over the wall, just as everyone thought Maia would take the hit and somehow rise for another round against Tyrant, and just as his fist was about to connect, Maia moved. . . .