Chapter 1223:

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“Can you believe it? That woman actually won! We’ve seen dozens of matches here, but never has a woman entered the ring—let alone claimed victory with a single strike.”

“I still can’t wrap my head around it. How does someone with a frame like hers have that kind of power?”

“It’s unreal. Completely beyond belief.”

“The Dark Hills really pulled a fast one. We didn’t see her coming, and now we know—she’s the real deal.”

“Not only does she look like a dream, but she’s got fists like steel. She’s a monster in disguise!”

While everyone tossed around their stunned admiration, Maren exited the ring.

As she settled back into her seat, Orlando leaned over.

“You did great,” Orlando said, his voice filled with genuine pride.

There was no doubt in his mind now—Maren wasn’t just a contender. She was his trump card.

𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀.𝗰𝗼𝗺

There was little left to say about the next rounds.

One after another, Maren dispatched every challenger with just a single strike. At the same time, three Axe Gang fighters kept their momentum, each securing flawless victories.

“The Dark Hills clearly came prepared. The rumors were true—they’re aiming straight for the crown. No wonder they’ve been ignoring us lately. I’m dying to know where they dug up that terrifying woman.”

Every gang member watching stood in awe of Maren’s performance. Regardless of how skilled her opponents were, none could withstand more than one attack.

This wasn’t mere strength. It was an unrelenting force that flattened anything in her way.

“Looks like it’s going to be a showdown between the Dark Hills and the Axe Gang.”

“The Axe Gang didn’t come empty-handed either. They’ve crushed every fighter we sent in. At this rate, our gangs are losing everything—territories, resources. They’ll either fall into the hands of the Dark Hills or the Axe Gang.”

“Think anyone in the Axe Gang can bring that woman down? I just don’t see it happening.”

“Sure, the Axe Gang’s still unbeaten, but none of their victories come close to what that woman is doing—she’s ending fights with a single hit.”

Their voices carried far enough for both Orlando and Jovanni to catch the remarks.

“So, Jovanni, are you ready to hand over all the land and money you’ve won?” A grin tugged at Orlando’s lips as he threw a playful jab at Jovanni.

Back then, it was Jovanni who had the upper hand, tossing smug remarks without restraint. Now, the tables had flipped.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself. This isn’t over yet. Don’t expect my fighters to roll over for yours.”

Quitting wasn’t in Jovanni’s plans. He still believed his team had what it took to win.

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