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    Everyone braced for a messy, one-sided beatdown. After all, it was one woman against a mob. But what followed left the entire crowd speechless. One by one, the men dropped like dominoes—groaning, clutching limbs, writhing on the floor.

    “She just sent him flying—did you see that?”

    “And then used his body to knock down two others! What the hell? It’s like something out of a movie!”

    “She doesn’t even look strong—how did she pull that off? If I hadn’t just watched my cousin get folded in half likeundry, I’d swear they were faking.”

    The spectators stared, jaws ck, struggling toprehend what they had just witnessed. In mere minutes, the dozen towering, muscle-bound meny scattered across the floor like ragdolls.

    Some were sprawled atop one another, groaning in agony, forming a human pile of defeat. Bruised faces, ckened eyes, and bloodied noses marked the aftermath. Others clutched their ribs, gasping, some certain they’d heard the sickening crack of bones breaking.

    Thea and her crew stood frozen in shock, their expressions nk, as if their brains had yet to catch up with what their eyes had seen.

    Only Eloise and Elliott showed emotion—relief and unfiltered joy, proud of Christina, who had turned the impossible into reality.

    Christina stood tall, her gaze sharp andmanding, like a queen surveying a battlefield. “Anyone else want to try me?”

    The entire crowd fell into stunned silence. Even eye contact felt dangerous—like volunteering for their own downfall.

    Seeing no takers, Christina turned with a smirk. “Alright then. I’ll take off—”

    “Hold on!” A thunderous voice rang out,ced with menace.

    Heads snapped toward the sound, and gasps rippled through the room. There he stood—the Super Champion.

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    “That’s the Super Champion! Didn’t he retire from underground boxing after being crushed by the Boxing Queen?”

    “Yeah, he disappearedpletely. Nobody’s seen him since that match.”

    “What’s he doing here now? Is he going to fight her?”

    “I thought he swore off the ring after losing to the Boxing Queen… But here he is again.”

    “They say the Boxing Queen was assassinated. If she were alive, this would be the ultimate sh—her, this woman, and the Super Champion in one ring.”

    “So, who would win? The Super Champion or this woman?”

    The air crackled with tension as whispers raced through the crowd like wildfire. Gone were the earlier jeers and doubts—Christina was no longer dismissed as some overconfident nobody. Now, at least half the audience truly believed she could take down even the legendary Super Champion.

    All eyes locked on the ring as the towering Super Champion climbed up step by step, his every move deliberate, heavy with intent.

    Christina stood her ground, gaze cool and unwavering, already knowing this fight was inevitable.

    The unconscious men she had defeated earlier had been cleared out, leaving only her and the Super Champion beneath the harsh ring lights.

    “I’ll challenge you,” the Super Champion said, voice low but clear, his eyes burning with a mix of ferocity and anticipation.

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