Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 498: Chapter 498
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Shawn was stunned for a moment. 'Of all times, she's still joking?' he thought, exasperated.
Zoe pushed past Shawn and stepped into the ring. The ring had just been hastily repaired, allowing the match to resume.
"You're no match for me. If you want to live, get on your knees and beg for mercy," said Edwin.
At his words, Zoe immediately put on a terrified act. Edwin grew even more smug. "Bow and beg for mercy now."
Zoe shook her head. "No way. I represent Clusia. How could I disgrace my people?"
"Since that's the case, then brace yourself for the shame," Edwin snarled. Thinking Zoe was courting death, he charged at her without hesitation.
Edwin was indeed formidable—quick, agile, and smart enough to avoid vital spots, targeting what he perceived as Zoe's weakness.
But Zoe had no weakness at all. She never turned her back on her opponents. In every match, she confronted them head-on. Most believed her only blind spot was her back.
Having studied Zoe's patterns, Edwin immediately used his speed to flank her, aiming to strike from behind.
The crowd gasped as Edwin materialized behind Zoe and leapt up in fury.
His fist came crashing down like a sledgehammer, aimed straight at the back of her head.
Everything happened in a flash. The spectators could only stare wide-eyed, too shocked to react.
Shawn, standing at the edge of the ring, watched the scene unfold with a cold glint in his eyes.
Zoe stared ahead with calm eyes, appearing completely unaware of the attack.
Aileen sprang to her feet, barely able to contain her excitement. 'That's perfect. Just as planned, Zoe is finished this time,' she wondered.
Sophia hid in the corner, clenching her fists tightly. 'Yes, she's definitely done for this time,' she thought.
The entire crowd held their breath, waiting for Zoe to collapse. Even the emcee was poised to declare Edwin the winner.
With lightning speed, Zoe darted forward. Arching backward at the waist, she dodged the vicious punch and delivered a sharp palm strike to Edwin's abdomen. Caught completely off guard, Edwin was sent flying backward.
'What just happened?' he wondered. Edwin regained his footing. Zoe stood back up. First strike—neither gained the upper hand.
But Edwin believed Zoe had only gotten lucky dodging his attacks. She clearly lacked any real skill. This gave him the confidence to win. "Again," he shouted.
Zoe would barely dodge or sidestep at the very last moment, just as Edwin's attacks were about to land. Though she was clearly evading, every move looked like a complete fluke.
She even put on a feeble act, making the crowd think she was in poor condition.
"Wait? What's going on? Wasn't she fierce just now? Why's she acting all weak suddenly?"
"Women from Clusia are just weaklings."
"That last match was pure luck—she's got no real skills."
"What bad luck, running into Edwin."
The crowd whispered among themselves, throwing out harsh criticisms about Zoe.
Zoe kept tangling with Edwin, making no move to attack and focusing solely on defense, a stark contrast to her usual aggressive style.
Shawn watched pensively, taking in the scene before him. He felt a twinge of worry, yet thought, 'Zoe wouldn't make a mistake.'
But every time he saw the foreign fighter push Zoe to the brink, he grew restless. Especially when Edwin nearly knocked Zoe off the platform, he was on the verge of rushing in.
"Easy there, Shawn." Chase stepped in just in time to hold him back.
Shawn glanced at the newcomer. "Why are you here?" he asked.
"I was concerned, so I came to check on you. Also, I have new orders for you," Chase explained.
With a skillful maneuver, Zoe dodged danger and swiftly moved from the edge back to the ring's center.
Only when the crisis had passed did Shawn finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Those guys are pushing it too far," Shawn said coldly.
Zoe pushed past Shawn and stepped into the ring. The ring had just been hastily repaired, allowing the match to resume.
"You're no match for me. If you want to live, get on your knees and beg for mercy," said Edwin.
At his words, Zoe immediately put on a terrified act. Edwin grew even more smug. "Bow and beg for mercy now."
Zoe shook her head. "No way. I represent Clusia. How could I disgrace my people?"
"Since that's the case, then brace yourself for the shame," Edwin snarled. Thinking Zoe was courting death, he charged at her without hesitation.
Edwin was indeed formidable—quick, agile, and smart enough to avoid vital spots, targeting what he perceived as Zoe's weakness.
But Zoe had no weakness at all. She never turned her back on her opponents. In every match, she confronted them head-on. Most believed her only blind spot was her back.
Having studied Zoe's patterns, Edwin immediately used his speed to flank her, aiming to strike from behind.
The crowd gasped as Edwin materialized behind Zoe and leapt up in fury.
His fist came crashing down like a sledgehammer, aimed straight at the back of her head.
Everything happened in a flash. The spectators could only stare wide-eyed, too shocked to react.
Shawn, standing at the edge of the ring, watched the scene unfold with a cold glint in his eyes.
Zoe stared ahead with calm eyes, appearing completely unaware of the attack.
Aileen sprang to her feet, barely able to contain her excitement. 'That's perfect. Just as planned, Zoe is finished this time,' she wondered.
Sophia hid in the corner, clenching her fists tightly. 'Yes, she's definitely done for this time,' she thought.
The entire crowd held their breath, waiting for Zoe to collapse. Even the emcee was poised to declare Edwin the winner.
With lightning speed, Zoe darted forward. Arching backward at the waist, she dodged the vicious punch and delivered a sharp palm strike to Edwin's abdomen. Caught completely off guard, Edwin was sent flying backward.
'What just happened?' he wondered. Edwin regained his footing. Zoe stood back up. First strike—neither gained the upper hand.
But Edwin believed Zoe had only gotten lucky dodging his attacks. She clearly lacked any real skill. This gave him the confidence to win. "Again," he shouted.
Zoe would barely dodge or sidestep at the very last moment, just as Edwin's attacks were about to land. Though she was clearly evading, every move looked like a complete fluke.
She even put on a feeble act, making the crowd think she was in poor condition.
"Wait? What's going on? Wasn't she fierce just now? Why's she acting all weak suddenly?"
"Women from Clusia are just weaklings."
"That last match was pure luck—she's got no real skills."
"What bad luck, running into Edwin."
The crowd whispered among themselves, throwing out harsh criticisms about Zoe.
Zoe kept tangling with Edwin, making no move to attack and focusing solely on defense, a stark contrast to her usual aggressive style.
Shawn watched pensively, taking in the scene before him. He felt a twinge of worry, yet thought, 'Zoe wouldn't make a mistake.'
But every time he saw the foreign fighter push Zoe to the brink, he grew restless. Especially when Edwin nearly knocked Zoe off the platform, he was on the verge of rushing in.
"Easy there, Shawn." Chase stepped in just in time to hold him back.
Shawn glanced at the newcomer. "Why are you here?" he asked.
"I was concerned, so I came to check on you. Also, I have new orders for you," Chase explained.
With a skillful maneuver, Zoe dodged danger and swiftly moved from the edge back to the ring's center.
Only when the crisis had passed did Shawn finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Those guys are pushing it too far," Shawn said coldly.
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