Not A Small-Town Girl

bones.

But Danielle caught his punch with her right hand effortlessly. Her left hand darted forward in a feint aimed at his head, forcing Maximus to shift his defense upward and shield his head. In that split second, Danielle swept low with her leg, striking his knee.

The crowd’s eyes widened in shock. Not only had Danielle intercepted Maximus’s punch, but she had counterattacked swiftly. Despite her slender build, the force behind her strike nearly brought Maximus to his knees. Clearly, they had underestimated her; she turned out to be surprisingly formidable.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Maximus quickly adjusted his stance. He gathered all his strength into his fists and launched a powerful strike.

Yet, Danielle sidestepped his attack with the speed of a flicker of light. Before anyone could react, she closed the distance and delivered a spinning kick to his chest.

The force of her kick sent Maximus staggering backward, clutching his chest with a grimace as he struggled to stay upright. Though he managed to steady himself, the strain on his face was evident.

power of the kick was undeniable, but Danielle had only used 60% of her strength. He would have been thrown across the field

legs. But Danielle read his movements effortlessly. Matching his speed, she raised her leg to meet his, and the jarring clash

Danielle dashed forward like a bolt of lightning, grabbing him and executing a flawless

shoulder before hitting the ground with a resounding thud. Danielle stood firm, her breathing steady and controlled, her movements seamless from start

in silence, their disbelief growing with every second as Danielle, with a build that looked almost delicate, easily hoisted Maximus over her shoulder in a demonstration of strength

loss for words. This was beyond anything he had imagined. He didn’t expect Danielle to have such powerful combat skills. Even

asked, extending

face lighting up with admiration. "Danielle, you’re incredible! I didn’t

Danielle’s skill was no fluke-she had