Chapter 542:

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Dayna hopped onto the mat, the ring floor springy under her feet as she tapped her gloves together with a sharp smack. “No holding back just because I’m a woman. The whole point is to let everything out, so don’t bottle up a thing.”

People always watched what they ate, obsessing over clean meals and vitamins—but how often did they check on their own moods? Stress could sneak up and ruin a person from the inside, no matter how careful they were with their diet.

In the end, a healthy mind mattered just as much as a healthy body.

Once they’d finished stretching, Dayna fixed Kristopher with a focused look, her stance shifting. “All right, ready? Because I’m coming for you.”

Kristopher nodded and shifted.

Bracing himself in a defensive crouch, Kristopher steadied his stance as Dayna launched a quick, looping hook that smacked hard against his glove. She had thrown her full weight into it, and the impact forced him back half a step.

She flexed her wrist, shaking off the tingle. “Still think I’m easy to handle? Ready to take me seriously now?”

𝖱e𝘢𝘥 𝗳𝗋𝘦𝘦 𝘯о𝘃e𝗅ѕ 𝗼ո gа𝘭𝗇𝘰vel𝗌.𝖼𝗼𝘮

A spark of genuine respect and disbelief flickered in Kristopher’s gaze. “What do you even call that move?” Her punch had carried the raw power of a grown man—enough to leave most people sprawled on the mat.

Dayna’s movements flowed with easy grace, her breathing steady even after unleashing such a brutal strike. That kind of hit could have flattened just about anyone.

She cocked her head, lips quirking in thought. “Honestly? I’m not sure what to call it anymore. I’ve picked up so many techniques over the years that it all kind of blends together.”

He grinned, clearly impressed. “That was something else. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got!”

Kristopher’s energy crackled through the air, all trace of his earlier calm gone. He squared his shoulders, shifting decisively into an attacking stance.

The next second, their fists rocketed forward—colliding with a force that reverberated through their gloves. The jolt sent Dayna stumbling back, pain flaring in her hand despite the padding. She flexed her fingers, gritting her teeth as the ache throbbed through her knuckles.

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