?Chapter 676:

    “They’re not even in the same weight ss. Her punches probably feel like a breeze to the Boxing King.”

    “The female champ from back then wasn’t big either, remember? Still dropped a super heavyweight with a single punch. That fight was legendary—still gives me chills. But this girl? Nah. She’s not her. She’s dead meat.”

    “Someone actually bet on her? If my buddy pulled that stunt, I’d mock him until we hit the grave.”

    A few silent gamblers who had nervously put their money on Christina said nothing, sinking lower in their seats. Their confidence had evaporated the moment she stepped into the ring. She looked far too small—like a gust of wind could send her flying. That money? As good as burned.

    Even the Boxing King was caught off guard. He knew he was facing a woman, sure—but he’d expected someone with muscle, maybe a little fight in her eyes. But this girl? She looked like she’d snap in half if he so much as jabbed her. Still, this wasn’t charity. He was paid to leave her seriously wounded, without mercy. She wasn’t leaving that ring in one piece. Not if he had anything to do with it.

    The Boxing King pulled his gloves tight and pped his hands together slowly, each p echoing through the arena like a warning. A smug smile spread across his face as he spoke to Christina. “I’ll give you a head start since you’re new here.”

    The sponsor had made it clear to the Boxing King. They wanted this woman broken and humiliated in front of everyone. He nned to drag out her suffering, ying with her like a cat toyed with a mouse before delivering the final blow.

    “No need,” Christina shot back. A dangerous smile curved her lips as she rolled her shoulders. “Just bring it on. Don’t hold back.”

    The spectators sucked in their breath at once, their eyes widening in disbelief. Whispers rippled through them as they stared at this bold woman.

    “She has no clue what she just walked into! The Boxing King offered her mercy, and she threw it back in his face.”

    “A cocky woman like her needs to be taught a lesson. Just wait. He’s going to make her wish she never stepped into this ring.”

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    “Being brave is one thing, but can she actually fight? If not, she’s digging her own grave. I bet she’s finished before this even starts! If she walks out of here in one piece, it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.”

    The harsh voices of the crowd crashed over Eloise like waves, each cruel word making her stomach twist tighter. Her fingers found Elliott’s hand and squeezed until her knuckles turned white.

    “Don’t worry, Eloise,” Elliott whispered close to her ear. “Christina wouldn’t have taken this bet unless she knew she could win.”

    Though Elliott’s words sounded calm and sure, his muscles were already tense, ready to spring into action. The moment the Boxing King posed a real threat to Christina, he would tear through anyone who tried to stop him from shielding her. If the owner of this ce even thought about keeping Christina trapped, he would make the owner pay a price he’d never forget.

    “Okay,” Eloise whispered. She held Elliott’s hand like a lifeline, forcing herself to take slow, deep breaths even as her heart hammered against her ribs.

    Up on the fighting tform, the lights zed down like spotlights on a stage.

    The Boxing King had expected gratitude, maybe even begging. Instead, Christina’s eyes held nothing but cold contempt, and for a split second, it made him freeze.

    Something about this woman tugged at his memory, like a half-remembered dream that wouldn’te into focus. Those eyes. They looked down at him as if he were nothing, reminiscent of the mysterious Boxing Queen who had appeared from nowhere and vanished just as quickly, leaving only legends in her wake.

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