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    Suddenly, the Boxing King swung a brutal punch straight for Christina’s neck. She darted back, retreating several steps with feline grace.

    The crowd leaned in, certain this was it—that she was outmatched and moments away from defeat.

    But in the blink of an eye, Christina sprang into motion. She used the ropes like a slingshot,unching herself high into the air with explosive speed.

    Her sudden shift from defense to offense stunned the audience—and the Boxing King. He didn’t expect her to strike so quickly, and by the time he moved to block, it was toote.

    Instinct told him the punch was aimed at his face, and he raised his guard high. But that was exactly what Christina had anticipated. Her fist drove forward—not toward his head, but his chest. A clean, merciless strike.

    “Ugh—!” The Boxing King let out a choked groan as the blow connected. His massive frame lifted off the canvas and mmed hard into the mat.

    He blinked, dazed, and tried to rise—but the pain ripped through his body like lightning, rooting him to the floor. Every nerve screamed. He couldn’t move.

    “She dropped the Boxing King! She dropped him!” someone shouted, disbelief thick in their voice. “With one punch! That was insane!”

    “Get up, damn it! Fight back! I put everything on you! I knew it! Rigged match! No way that was real!”

    “Useless! Can’t even take a hit from a girl? What kind of champ are you?” Anger, confusion, and disbelief poured from the mouths of those who had bet against Christina, their curses flying like fists. The arena erupted into chaos. Meanwhile, the handful who’d taken a gamble on Christina were practically glowing with triumph. They had expected to lose—but now, victory and a fat payout were right in front of them.

    As the referee began the count, tension crackled through the air. Those who had bet on Christina held their breath, silently begging the Boxing King to stay down.

    When the count neared its end, Thea’s furious shriek shattered the tension. “You useless fool! Get up! You can’t even beat a woman—and you call yourself the Boxing King? Get up! You worthless piece of trash! Keep fighting! You hear me? Fight!” Her face contorted in fury, eyes wild and shing.

    The Boxing Kingy sprawled on the mat, his body refusing to cooperate. He wanted to get up, tried—but his limbs were heavy, his vision blurry. The roar of the crowd had be a distant hum, swallowed by the throbbing pain coursing through him.

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    The referee’s final count echoed through the underground arena. Christina had won.

    The crowd exploded. Cheering, shouting, jumping, strangers hugging strangers. Those who had bet on her were ecstatic. Against all odds, they had struck gold.

    Thea stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth agape. Like a balloon with all the air punched out, she stared nkly ahead. “I—how… How could this be?” she muttered to herself, unable to ept her defeat in the bet. How could a Boxing King lose to a slender woman? There must be something shady going on!

    Thea pointed a trembling finger at Christina, her voice rising to a deranged pitch. “She bribed the Boxing King! That’s it! He took a bribe—he let her win! There’s no other exnation!”

    Thea’s voice cut through the chaos like a de, her shout echoing across the arena. Those who had lost their money betting on the Boxing King, faces twisted with rage and disbelief, began hurling usations. “I also think the Boxing King took dirty money and threw the fight! There’s no way a woman could beat him fair and square!”

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