Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 406: Chapter 406

Joan thought bitterly, 'I should've let Zoe kill me. At least then I wouldn't have to endure this humiliation.'
"Joan's pissed off. Looks like that woman's in for a world of hurt," an assassin jeered.
"Look at Joan—so damn useless. She'd probably struggle just to kill that woman."
"Pfft, if it were me, just one punch and I'd send that woman straight to her maker."
The assassins were hyping each other up, bragging loudly and itching for action. As Joan's pride was trampled underfoot, her resolve to kill Zoe to prove herself burned fiercer than ever.
With a powerful strike, Joan's body was sent flying like a butterfly before slamming violently into the wall, leaving spiderweb cracks radiating across its surface.
One of the assassins had been playing with his dagger when he saw Zoe send Joan flying with a single punch. Stunned, he forgot to catch the dagger, and the blade clattered to the ground.
"Am I seeing things?"
"No, you're not. That girl's got monster arm strength!"
Two assassins were chatting when, in the next instant, they suddenly collapsed to the ground, their arms shattered.
It turned out that when Joan was sent flying by Zoe just now, she crashed right between them, and the brutal impact left their arms completely useless.
At first, when Joan slammed into their arms, they didn't feel a thing. But as the adrenaline faded, they realized in horror—their arms had actually been shattered by that brute force.
That was just how terrifying the explosive power behind Zoe's punch truly was.
"Let me handle her," suddenly boomed a giant who was six feet five inches tall as he strode forward.
His arms were thicker than most men's thighs. As he passed a stone table, he casually picked it up one-handed and hurled it aside like tossing a pebble.
The crowd of assassins erupted with excitement at the sight, everyone getting hyped up for the upcoming fight.
"It's Derek! That woman's done for! That guy's a freaking powerhouse. He can lift half a ton with one hand. Taking down a woman like her? Child's play!"
"Let's just sit back and watch Zoe get tossed out like trash."
Derek strode forward, rolling his massive shoulders. He was clearly itching to send Zoe to the afterlife with a single punch.
Those assassins were pumped up with adrenaline, watching intently.
"Fuck her up!"
"Derek, smash that Clusian bitch's brains out!"
"Go all out! We want a knockout blow!"
"Kill that bitch!"
The assassins whooped and whistled like rowdy spectators at a championship fight, the whole place buzzing with bloodthirsty excitement.
Zoe just stood there, all alone, her calm gaze fixed on Derek.
Derek sneered, "That guy next to you is a useless idiot. You're in deep shit and he's just standing there? Why don't you both come at me? I'll send you both straight to hell."
"Beating you doesn't even require both of us," Zoe said coolly.
"Whoa!" A collective gasp swept through the crowd, everyone stunned by Zoe's words.
"That bitch's got a death wish."
"Damn, she actually dared to provoke Derek! That guy's got a hair-trigger temper. Not only will that bitch be a loser, but Derek's gonna break her neck!"
Derek bared his teeth in a savage grin. "Good. Since you've got a death wish, I'll send you to meet your maker right now."
Derek didn't waste another word; he began his charge. With each step, the ground trembled beneath his massive frame. Yet, for someone so big, he barreled forward with terrifying speed, like a raging bull.
Suddenly, everyone heard a thunderous thud as two bodies collided with brutal force.
Everyone had expected Zoe to be the one sent flying, but this time, no one dared blink. All eyes were fixed to see who would remain standing.