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.”

into the arena and helped the

Isabelle, standing with her back to him, and overcame a complicated mix of emotions. Pushing these feelings aside, he helped

black man after they had left and spoke in a fluent

Duel Tournament leaves life and death up to fate, we have a saying in Cheshian that one

Blackwater Mercenary

boasted how amazing that girl is, but

No–Name had returned, but it’s just a knockoff. How can

sent a little girl into the ring. If

does Blackwater attract women? What do they have that we don’t? Why don’t attractive girls

gorgeous. Gosh! Her curve is as attractive as a minx. On top of that, she was skilled. Now there’s another woman who has

Him

underestimate her. She’s better than White Owl

because of No–Name? Look at that little girl.

girl is pretty. Take it slow and don’t kill her; I’d be sad,” a

Isabelle had fallen into

goods and nearly died at Isabelle’s hands

firsthand how terrifying she was, realising she was far more formidable than

composure. He gestured to Isabelle below and posed his question. “Mr. George, aren’t you going to

they needed to get her out of

his blood–stained fist to

If you don’t want to end up like that trash, go home and drink

said, “On second thought, why should you go home? Come to

Isabelle’s body, licking his lips. His

of! Take her to bed!”