In the audience, her fans watched wide-eyed, amazed by the unexpected display of skill.

The tension in the competition venue was lucid. There was a charged silence hanging over the crowd. Briseis could feel beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Everyone around her held their breath, eyes glued to the unfolding scene.

Lilah didn't flinch. She looked calm, almost confident.

As Karol lunged with a fierce kick, Lilah shifted almost without trying. Her swirls were almost lazy, but the precision was on point.

She countered with a light, almost dismissive kick of her own.

Gasps rippled through the audience, half of whom had risen from their seats in sheer disbelief.

How could Lilah be so nonchalant? Did she not grasp the gravity of this competition?

She was definitely crazy!

Then, a piercing scream cut through the air.

It was Karol.

The force of Lilah's kick sent her sprawling backward, her body slamming into the elastic ropes before rebounding and collapsing at Lilah's feet.

Lilah gazed down at her with cold disdain, her eyes narrowing in quiet triumph.

The venue fell into a hushed silence. The shock was electric.

Even Karol looked surprised at Lilah's brute strength.

Karol scrambled to her feet, her face flushed with embarrassment and fury.

The fire in her eyes was unmistakable.

How could Lilah, this conniving bitch, be so devastatingly strong?

"Again!" Lilah commanded. She crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk playing at her lips as she crooked a finger, beckoning Karol to attack.

Karol was boiling in rage by now, her face turning a deep shade of red. She launched herself at Lilah with a flying kick, a move known for its power and precision.

This time, she was certain she would send the bitch flying out of the ring.

She doubled her flight and went in with both fists. But Lilah was faster. She ducked low, her hand shooting up to connect with Karol's face in a sharp slap.

The force of the blow sent Karol airborne once more, crashing to the floor with a thud.

Karol's flying kicks were no good.

Lilah hadn't even broken a sweat. She stood there, almost bored, as if Karol's best efforts were nothing more than a mild inconvenience, like a mosquito bite.