Chapter 965
The host sneered at the giant screen, his lip curling in disdain.
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Raven stood like a statue before the snarling mob. Just as their fists swung toward her, she blurred into motion, slipping through their ranks like smoke
“What the hell?” the host blurted, jaw dropping. “No way!”
In mere seconds, the impossible unfolded.
The crowd outside the arena blinked, clueless. The goons who’d caged Raven now sprawled across the dirt, out cold.
Silence gripped the stadium, heavy and surreal.
After what felt like forever, the host snapped out of his daze. “Holy crap, a miracle!” he shouted. “Contestant 135 just wiped out her attackers like it was nothing!
“How’s that possible? She’s just a regular girl, no powers, no training!”
“No freaking way!” Troy shot up from the judges‘ panel, eyes wide. Even he hadn’t caught how Raven moved.
Meanwhile, in the shadowed chamber, Raven loomed over the groaning thugs. Her voice was ice. “You Larsson family lapdogs, crawl back to Janice and Janelle.
“Tell them I’m coming for the whole damn family. We’ve got a score to settle.”
With a sharp kick, she sent a thug sprawling and strutted toward the checkpoint ahead.
Mick, who’d been chilling in the back, jogged to catch up, a grin plastered on his face. “Knew I pegged you right, kid. You’re a beast! I hung back on purpose, just to see what you’ve got.”
Raven didn’t even glance at the loudmouth trailing her, his chatter bouncing off her like rain on a roof.
Unfazed, Mick kept yapping, trotting at her side with shameless enthusiasm.
The fighters battered by Raven groaned, clutching their wounds, eyes wide with shock and pain.
They could only watch, helpless, as Raven slipped further away, a fading speck in the distance.
‘How the hell is she doing this?‘ they thought. ‘No cultivation, no training–just some ordinary chick? How’s she this freaking strong?”
Anastasia clenched her jaw, her mind racing. She’d underestimated Raven–big time.
If she’d known this girl was such a wildcard, she would’ve played it smart, scoped her out first instead of charging in like an idiot.
‘Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!‘ she cursed silently. ‘That sneaky little bitch!‘
Raven was gunning for the last spot, no doubt. Anastasia had to move fast, clear the level before that chick stole her shot.
Nursing her own injuries, Anastasia fumbled for the elixir tablet she’d stashed for emergencies. She popped one, wincing. These were meant for the real
tough spots, not this early mess. What a waste.
Her blood boiled, and her chest ached–not just from the fight, but for everything slipping away. Channeling her energy, she focused on mending her battered meridians.
Glaring in the direction Raven had vanished, she cursed her name a thousand times over.
Meanwhile, every second of the chaos in the secret chamber was beamed to a massive screen outside, courtesy of the surveillance cams.
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Chapter 965
The event’s commander leaned forward, eyes narrowed as he tracked Raven’s every move. Something about her style nagged at him–familiar, like a half–forgotten memory.
‘Where’ve I seen that before?‘ he wondered.
Outside, the host droned on, his voices sharp with skepticism. “Look, contestant No. 135’s got some slick moves, no question.
“But raw agility only gets you so far. You need brains–real smarts–and a ton of experience to nail every checkpoint.”
“The organizers didn’t skimp on the traps. One wrong step in that chamber, and it’s game over–straight to an abyss of eternal doom.
“Even if No. 135 breaks through the gauntlet, those puzzles? Way too complex. No way she’s cracking them to make the final cut.”
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