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    But still—nothing. Calling her out from the stands was easy. Actually stepping into the ring? Not so much. What if she really had knocked out the Boxing King with a single punch? Then walking up now would basically be volunteering to die. They sure wouldn’t survive going up against her.

    “Nobody? Not even one brave soul?” Christina’s gaze swept across the crowd again, sharp and condescending.

    One guy, clearly triggered, couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ll fight you!” he roared, stomping forward.

    Heads turned. A tall, burly man stepped up, eyes fierce, chest puffed out like he had something to prove.

    Meanwhile, as ordered from above, the club manager was about to announce that the Super Champion would challenge Christina when a new order came quickly: hold off for now. The higher-ups wanted to let the loudmouths take a shot first. Let the crowd see them drop like flies—it would make the earlier fight look more legit. Smart y. Once those fools got ttened, no one would dare call Christina’s earlier win fake.

    Christina didn’t say a word. She just raised her hand and gave the burly challenger a go-ahead gesture.

    The burly challenger peeled off his shirt, flexed his muscles, and pulled on the gloves handed to him by the staff. Chest out, eyes zing—he looked confident as…

    Hell. He stepped onto the tform and started warming up. He didn’t take Christina seriously—just another woman to knock down. Easy.

    The bell rang. Heunched straight into it, swinging hard. He really thought he had her. But before his fist could even connect, Christina slipped past him like smoke.

    And then—bam. A clean punch to the gut. The burly challenger flew backward like a sack of bricks andnded hard on the mat.

    Thud. The whole ring shook. He gasped in pain, stunned. That single punch—it felt like she’d split his insides wide open. And just like the Boxing King, he couldn’t get up either. The pain hit deep, sharp, and spreading fast. It felt like it reached his soul. He could barely hear anything now. His ears were ringing, and the world around him started to blur.

    Everything had happened so fast that the crowd hadn’t even caught up. They couldn’t wrap their heads around it. How was the burly challenger down so fast? Lying on the tform, the burly challenger tried to get up but couldn’t. Veins bulged on his forehead, temples, and neck. His face flushed red, revealing the immense damage caused by that punch.

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    “What just happened?”

    “That punch… How’d she do that?”

    “Did she really just send that dude flying in one shot? No way… He’s gotta be faking it, right?”

    The crowd was stunned. Some couldn’t believe it and started whispering, thinking maybe the guy on the mat was just another actor.

    But over in the corner, the club’s top-ranked fighter—Super Champion—stood up slowly. His face, usually cold and unreadable, lit up with surprise, and something else. Recognition. It was the Boxing Queen. She was back.

    Eloise bit down hard on her lip, trying desperately to keep from screaming with pure joy. Her eyes sparkled with hero worship as she watched Christina dominate the ring.

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