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With a low shout, Francesca tightened her fist and launched the first attack.
Chantelle sneered, calmly met her with one hand, and effortlessly brushed her
punch aside. She was just about to mock her when a sharp whistle cut through
the air, so fast it made her skin crawl.
"Oh no!" Chantelle's eyes widened in alarm. She jerked her neck back
instinctively, craning it up as something flashed downward like lightning.
Above her, Aspen's dagger had sliced through the air so fast it left a faint
afterimage behind.
"You..." Chantelle's shock turned into fury.
Was Aspen really going in for the kill?
Damn it. No wonder she was trained by Andrew-just as ruthless and unorthodox.
With a snort, Chantelle twisted her body like a pouncing panther, pushing off the
floor and springing upward. Her right leg shot high and strong, kicking straight at
Francesca's punch mid-air.
Francesca let out a muffled groan. Unable to withstand the blow, she stumbled
backward from the impact.
Chantelle was just about to throw out a smug comment when a searing pain shot
through her abdomen. She looked down in disbelief.
When had Lauren gotten close?
Lauren's delicate, pale fist had gently thudded against her stomach. It looked
harmless, but the force behind it was brutal and unforgiving.
Her insides felt like they were on fire.
Lauren pulled her fist back and looked genuinely concerned. "Ms. Garcia, are you
okay? | told you, | have a hard tholding back once | go in."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFighting through the pain, Chantelle gritted her teeth. "Quit talking. I'm fine. Let's
go again!"
Lauren blinked. "Uh, are you sure? Do you really want to go again? Alright then,
no mercy!"
She raised her fist and began swinging wildly, fists flying toward Chantelle's face
like a flurry of uncoordinated but heavy punches.
Chantelle, refusing to back down, clenched her fists and met her blow head-on. At
the stime, her other hand sliced outward, knocking Aspen away. However,
Francesca swooped in from the side with a follow-up strike.
Chantelle scoffed inwardly. She figured she could tank Francesca's hits without a
problem. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard a sharp crack from her
own palm.
The bone in her wrist had split.
A stabbing, electric pain raced up
her arm, draining the color from her
face as sweat broke out across her
forehead. She stared in horror at the
source of it all-Lauren again.
They had just exchanged a punch moments ago, and Lauren had been knocked
back, landing on her butt. Yet, the force had been mutual.
Chantelle paid for it with a fractured wrist, and the pain threw her off completely,
breaking her rhythm and leaving her wide open.
Francesca's punch landed squarely on her back, brutally solid.
Lauren specialized in internal energy-devastating, invisible damage.
Francesca, however, was trained in external power-tearing muscles and
cracking bones.
With a loud gasp, Chantelle coughed up blood and stumbled forward two steps,
barely keeping on her feet.
Then, Aspen appeared like a ghost, silent and lethal, right at her side. A cold
blade hovered just above her carotid artery.
"Ms. Garcia, thanks for the spar," Aspen said with a smirk. She retracted the blade
and bounced away.
"I'm done. | surrender!" Chantelle immediately raised her hand, giving in without
hesitation.
Blood still smeared her lip, and she looked around in disbelief at Lauren,
Francesca, and finally at Aspen.
Andrew stepped forward, grinning ear to ear. "So, Ms. Garcia, how about now?
Convinced?"
Chantelle snapped, "Andrew, you told them to go all out, didn't you?"
Andrew held up his hands
innocently: "Con, we're all on
the sside. Why would we go for
a kill shot? That was just a warm-up.
If they'd actually gone for blood,
you'd be a corpse right now.
Chantelle shuddered as she bit her
lip and felt silent. She knew he was
right. If that fight had been real, with
the coordination those three had,
combined with their freakish talents,
she would not have made it.
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Chantelle could not wrap her head around it. That punch from Lauren had
traumatized her.
Andrew chuckled. "How did I train
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skin prickled with goosebumps. She asked in disbelief, "Y-You really mean it?"
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