Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 968:

Every step she took appeared weightless and impossibly swift. She slipped out of danger with barely a second to spare, Tyrant’s fists missing her by a hair’s breadth every time.

But suddenly, trouble cornered her.

He hounded Maia until her back nearly pressed against the arena’s high, slick wall.

The escape route vanished behind her, blocked by the unyielding tall barrier. A crooked grin curled on Tyrant’s lips as he drew closer and unleashed a savage punch.

In a flash, the crowd heard a loud crash.

In a blur, the audience witnessed the wall shake as the force of his fist sent dust clouds swirling.

Yet Maia simply dipped her head to the side, letting the punch slide past with astonishing ease.

ring seemed to vibrate with new

jumped from their seats, gasping and shouting

She vanished right

at least a dozen punches already, and

almost as if she’s dancing

crowd as Tyrant

his charge with sharp eyes and

arcs, each strike blurring into the next with mind-numbing speed. He never let up, pouring every ounce of his strength into the attack, his focus

her effortless slips and agile twists. She slid away from danger with the stealth and poise of a panther,

bindings on the edge of the arena. Groggy and battered, they stared in disbelief at the

pressed a trembling hand to her aching arm, transfixed by

humbling truth that Maia’s reflexes were in a league of their own.

the corner, Baylor stood frozen, jaw

Baylor’s mind spinning, panic