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.

to vibrate with

jumped from their seats, gasping and shouting in

you see that? She vanished

least a dozen punches already, and she’s slipped past

as if she’s

completely ignored the uproar from the crowd as Tyrant looked tireless,

met his charge with sharp eyes and unwavering focus, ready for whatever

in wide, wild arcs, each strike blurring into the next with mind-numbing speed. He never let

odds, Maia seemed 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

edge of the

pressed a trembling hand to her aching arm, transfixed by Maia’s dance

and lend a hand. That urge died quickly, replaced by the humbling truth that Maia’s reflexes were in a league of their own.

the corner, Baylor stood frozen, jaw

fear had sent Baylor’s mind