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    “I ept your challenge,” Christina said, her voice steady andpletely fearless. She looked into the Super Champion’s eyes without flinching, like she was staring down a wild animal that didn’t scare her one bit.

    The Super Champion’s eyes went wide with shock, his massive frame freezing in ce as he processed what he’d just heard. For a split second, he wondered if his ears were ying tricks on him. When reality finally sank in, a slow, predatory grin spread across his scarred face, and his eyes lit up with the kind of excitement that came from knowing he got to fight against the Boxing Queen.

    The crowd exchanged confused nces, unable to understand why the Super Champion looked so ted.

    Sometimeter, the arena had transformed into a diator’s pit.

    The Super Champion had strapped on his custom-made boxing gloves and finished his warm-up routine, his body now primed for maximum destruction.

    His body was a walking monument to violence. He was broader and taller than any other fighter in the underground circuit, with muscles that looked like they’d been carved from granite. Looking at his rock-solid frame, it seemed like anyone stupid enough to punch him would end up with a handful of broken bones for their trouble.

    Between his massive size and the way he carried himself like a caged animal ready to kill, most fighters would piss themselves before even stepping into the ring with him. Regr people took one look at this human mountain and their survival instincts screamed at them to run in the opposite direction as fast as their legs could carry them.

    Christina stood in front of this monster, looking like a delicate porcin doll that would shatter into a thousand pieces if he so much as breathed on her wrong.

    “Look at the size difference between them! There’s no way she can win this. She only beat the Boxing King because she was fast and used the ropes to her advantage.”

    “Hey, don’t write her off so fast. Remember when the Boxing Queen went up against the Super Champion? Everyone thought she was dead meat too, but she managed to kick his ass anyway.”

    “That’s totally different, man. The Boxing Queen was a once-in-a-lifetime fighter, and she’s been dead for years. This chick doesn’t have what it takes to fill those shoes.”

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    The crowd split into three distinct camps: die-hard Christina supporters who believed in miracles, Super Champion fanboys who wanted to see blood, and fence-sitters who couldn’t make up their minds. But when the betting windows opened, most people shoved their money toward the Super Champion’s side, too scared of losing their hard-earned cash to take a chance on what looked like a suicide mission.

    “Let’s see what you’ve got,” the Super Champion said, his tone polite but brimming with excitement. He had waited forever for this moment. The woman standing in front of him—she was the very one he’d always wanted to fight again.

    The second the referee signaled the start, the Super Champion charged. No holding back. This was how he showed respect—by giving it everything he had.

    “Is it just me, or does the Super Champion actually respect that woman?”

    “You’re not imagining it. He respects her but also looks like he wants to knock her out.”

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