Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 69 Teach Him a Lesson

Startled, Dylan prepared to inform his boss about Isabelle’s fall.

Before he could say anything, he witnessed a bizarre scene. “She caught that attack: Dylan muttered in disbelief.

The black man frowned. He didn’t wait to see who had the audacity to stop him; he blasted him with at fierce punch.

Isabelle grabbed the man’s wrist with one hand and stopped his attack. At the same time, she raised her other arm to strike that man’s face.

When he detected her speed, the man quickly dodged backward. He had to withdraw his punch and move “several steps in her direction.

Even though he reacted quickly, the blow still struck his nose. That attack sent a sharp pain through the top of his head and brought tears to his eyes.

The spectators couldn’t quite grasp what had happened; they just saw the man retreating.

Rage twisted the man’s face. His homocidal aura became more menacing.

He looked up at his opponent.

She was a young girl. His expression turned ugly, but then he remembered who she was and sneered.

Isabelle stood up. She glanced at John on the ground and called out, “Little Jack, come down here and help him.”

jumped into the arena and

and overcame a complicated mix of emotions. Pushing these feelings aside,

the black man after they had left and spoke in a fluent foreign language.

fate, we have a saying in Cheshian that one

the Blackwater Mercenary Corps.”

the one? They boasted how amazing that girl is,

thought No–Name had returned, but it’s just a

sent a little girl into the ring. If they’re that desperate, they should just disband. It’s

What do they have that we don’t? Why don’t attractive girls

as attractive as a minx. On top of that, she was skilled.

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She’s better

Look at

Take it slow and don’t kill her; I’d be sad,” a fellow mercenary shouted and laughed heartily.

like Isabelle had fallen into

to steal Blackwater’s goods and nearly died at Isabelle’s hands were

she was, realising she was far more formidable than

posed his question. “Mr.

was dangerous; they needed to get

his blood–stained fist to his mouth, licked the blood, then spat on the ground, smiling

this isn’t your playground. If you don’t want to end up like that trash, go home and drink milk from your

why should you

licking his lips. His expression made everyone

her what you’re made of! Take