Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 970:

While he spoke, Tyrant shrugged and stretched his neck. “That’s not boxing. It’s nothing like any familiar martial art. So I want to know,” he said, eyeing Maia with childlike anticipation. “Before we keep trading blows, why don’t you tell me — just what exactly are you practicing?”

Tyrant’s words rang out over the ring, drawing every pair of eyes to Maia, their stares brimming with wonder and intrigue.

In the stands, excitement burst out like fireworks.

“Seriously, I’m dying to know what tricks Maia picked up. How did she slip away from Tyrant’s every attack?”

“Maybe you don’t realize it, but nobody’s ever heard Tyrant toss out compliments like that. At first, I thought he was just being polite, but Maia must be extraordinary to read his attacks so easily.”

“She doesn’t stick to any pattern I’ve seen. Could she be using some ancient martial art everyone else forgot?”

“But wait! Isn’t Maia a composer, designer, and painter? And now you tell me she’s also a fighter?”

“I couldn’t care less about her day job. She’s unstoppable! She’s honestly the coolest person here. I just became her fan.”

seemed as if everyone forgot that defeat in this match could mean death.

finally sprang

her right arm with practiced ease, spreading her fingers. Her feet shifted, her body tilted just so, and her left hand dropped calmly by her side. The pose she assumed was nothing short of art — sharp, measured, and as commanding as a statue in

new tales on

of something rarer. This was a signature stance — a declaration of style belonging to a single discipline and one

front pointed and shouted, “Hold on! I’ve

his face. “Last year, in the underground ring in South Pyrelance, I

not long after, rumors said a

in a collective

gripped the air

falling open as he shouted, “Could it be? Maia is the legendary fighter

echoed through the underground boxing ring’s loudspeakers, like a thunderbolt that

“What? Are you serious?”

certain whether the

known only as the King of the Arena, had always been shrouded in secrecy. She never gave her real name when issuing challenges and always kept her face hidden beneath a headpiece during every single