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.

seemed to

their seats,

vanished right before

has let loose at least a dozen punches already, and she’s

moves… it’s almost as if she’s dancing instead of

uproar from the crowd as Tyrant looked tireless, lunging

with sharp eyes and unwavering focus, ready for

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

to sense his intentions before he even moved. Every attempt to land a punch was met with her effortless slips and agile twists. She slid away from danger with the stealth and poise of a panther, her movements so graceful they looked almost otherworldly beneath the harsh

and Marisa had just shaken free from their bindings on the edge of the arena.

pressed a trembling hand to her aching arm, transfixed by Maia’s dance around each vicious blow, admiration

by the humbling truth that Maia’s reflexes were in a league of their

the corner, Baylor stood frozen, jaw slack in

fear had sent Baylor’s mind spinning, panic