CHAPTER 34
“Fight me,” she demanded, her voice flat, emotionless, and lethal. She stepped away from the shooting lane, tossing the empty practice weapon onto the bench. Her hands, free of the gun, were now bare and wrapped in the Loss of Weakness.
Ryle didn’t flinch. His smirk only deepened, a sign that he saw her challenge not as a threat, but as predictable, childish insubordination.
“Challenge me, loser?” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You just spent a week recovering from a technical knockout delivered by a junior trainer, who is barely holding onto the Top Five rankings. And you think you’re fit to challenge the undefeated Champion for years?”
Her jaw muscles tightened visibly, the only external sign of the furious control she was exerting over her emotions.
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