Chapter 329:
The slender man threw a punch straight at Christina’s face, aiming to end it in one blow. Just as everyone thought she’d be left bruised and battered, she dodged so fast that she was nothing but a blur.
The slender man, reckless with momentum, hurtled past Christina and stumbled straight ahead. She slipped behind him in a blink and delivered a sharp kick to his backside.
In an instant, the slender man went sprawling face-first, hitting the floor hard. The force of her kick left him gasping for air, and he only managed a strangled groan after several wheezing breaths.
A hush fell over the crowd—this man hadn’t even come close to landing a hit before getting floored by a single, brutal kick.
The other two men exchanged shocked glances, stunned by Christina’s speed and her ruthless counter.
The burly man scoffed, stepping up with a swagger. “Hah! Just a fluke. Let everyone witness how you’ll crash and burn under my punches!”
He rolled his thick shoulders, a cocky grin on his face, clearly convinced he could drop Christina with nothing more than a shove.
Some onlookers rubbed their hands together, voices rising in anticipation. “She’s done for! Look at the size of that guy—he could snap her in half!”
“She brought this on herself, strutting around like she owns the place. Just seeing her pisses me off.”
“Earlier was dumb luck—she dodged by chance. She won’t be so lucky this time.”
The crowd’s comments swelled as the burly man stared down Christina, his fists tight and his expression twisted with hostility. His approach was blatant—he strode over, aiming to grab her by the throat and hoist her off the floor like it was nothing.
But the moment his hand shot forward, Christina’s fingers clamped around his wrist.
The burly man looked down, almost amused, at her slim hand wrapped around his thick wrist and let out a derisive snort. “Oh? You really think those dainty hands can stop me and snap my wrist? You’re overestimating yourself!”
“With just the slightest twist, your arm will—” A sudden, searing pain from his arm cut the burly man off before he could finish.
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“Ahhh!” His scream echoed as agony forced cold sweat to break out along his skin. Any attempt to move his arm ended in failure. It hung uselessly, swinging by his side. Realization dawned all at once, terror etched across his features. Christina had already dislocated his arm. Her speed was astonishing! Before he could even react, his arm was already out of place.
Confusion spread through the crowd. “What… What just happened?”
“Did anyone else see that? Did she really dislocate his arm?”
“No way! He’s got to be faking! There’s no way a guy that size could get taken down by someone who looks so delicate!”
Standing there, the burly man burned with humiliation, surrounded by voices that only deepened his defeat. Nothing wounded his pride more than being bested by a woman in front of everyone. A bruised ego left him restless, each comment in the crowd another jab at his dignity. Frustration flashed in his eyes as he glared at Christina. “You hit me while I was talking! That’s not fair!”
Discussions swelled among the onlookers as they latched onto his complaint. “See? She caught him off guard! That’s low. That woman is despicable!”
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