Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 974: Rather than evading, she chose a different path entirely. Boldly, she advanced straight into the danger zone. "Has she lost her mind?" a spectator gasped in disbelief. "She's going to let that monster's fist tear right through her?" "That's pure suicide!" Within seconds, the entire crowd fell silent. Time seemed to freeze completely. Tyrant's massive fist remained suspended mid-strike, inches away from making contact yet somehow unable to reach its target. Raegan's jaw dropped in astonishment once again. From her vantage point, Maia's movements blurred into ghostly afterimages.

She had slipped into the strike zone like flowing water, her elbow cutting past Tyrant's guard as she twisted alongside his punch. Her palm, elbow, and knuckles struck in lightning succession, each blow finding the weak points in his massive frame with surgical precision. Smack! Smack! Smack! The sharp sounds of impact rang crystal clear through the stunned arena. Everything unfolded so rapidly that half the audience missed it entirely. Those who caught the sequence sat frozen in shock, mirroring Raegan's expression. "What fighting style was that?

Nothing like her previous techniques." "Looked almost like some ancient martial art?" "Holy hell, a triple counter combination? Maia just pulled off the impossible. I genuinely thought Tyrant was about to end her life." Your escape is on g Ɐ ln σ ν s․com Tyrant himself stood dazed from the rapid assault, swaying like a man caught between consciousness and oblivion. His confusion lasted mere moments. Awareness returned to his eyes as he focused on Maia again. However, before anyone could process what was happening, Maia pulled back her fists and unleashed a devastating sweep kick.

She generated power from her core, unleashing explosive force as her foot connected with Tyrant's ribs. Boom! The entire ring shuddered from the impact. Tyrant's towering frame went airborne, launched sideways across the arena before slamming into the far wall and tumbling in a heap. Maia remained planted in place, her icy stare fixed on the crumpled figure as her voice cut through the silence like steel. "That kick was for my brother and Marisa." Her eyes swept the arena, hunting for whoever had orchestrated this nightmare. "I don't care who's pulling the strings.

Leave my family and friends alone!" Maia's warning echoed with deadly intent. The underground arena's atmosphere turned glacial in an instant. Every spectator sat frozen, barely daring to breathe. All eyes remained locked on the fierce yet elegant figure dominating the ring, as if witnessing something beyond belief. Maia was absolutely incredible! That finishing move belonged in an action movie, not real life. After several tense moments, a wet coughing sound broke the silence from the arena's edge. "Ahem...

Ahem..." Tyrant lay crumpled against the wall, his eyes streaked with red as violent coughs wracked his body, blood spattering from his lips. He attempted to rise but couldn't even manage to get his knees under him. This time, the "uncrowned king" of the underground boxing ring truly couldn't rise again. Silence descended once more as everyone held their breath, too stunned to utter a word. Raegan sat completely speechless. Tyrant had unleashed his full power without restraint, yet his ultimate attack had been neutralized just like that. . . .