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.

Danielle had only used 60% of her strength. He would have been

give up, Maximus lunged forward, feinting high before aiming a sweeping kick at her legs. But Danielle read his movements effortlessly. Matching his speed, she raised her leg to meet his, and the jarring clash sent

could react, Danielle dashed forward like a bolt of

as Danielle threw him over her shoulder before hitting the ground with a resounding thud. Danielle stood firm, her breathing steady and controlled,

a build that looked almost delicate, easily hoisted Maximus over her shoulder in a demonstration of strength that was

had imagined. He didn’t expect Danielle to have such powerful combat skills. Even he doubted his chances against her,

extending a hand

hand, his face lighting up with admiration. "Danielle, you’re

Maximus felt genuine awe for someone else. Danielle’s