INGRAINED

She thought of being proactive. Rushing up to her opponent while disregarding her defense. It is exactly what Lisa Maya has been waiting for. She has finally cracked the hard-core elite. This was so hard. She prefers to be a predator and strikes once when she secures her prey.

She stared at her opponent's fist coming straight to her face.

It is slim, it was delicate, and it shows she emphasizes her body. She made sure her skin appeared blemished and spotless.

But most of all, it was fast. Fast, like a striking snake. She looked to go all out. Ignoring whatever defense, she once mustered. Lisa Maya, on the other hand, stared at the fist. No matter how hard she stares, it is heading right for her face.

In an instant, she saw that it was not just this fist, but the arm, the body, and the head—the entire form—all coming straight at her with the speed of an angry arrow, as if they belonged to a massive machine. Damn! This bitch is not playing by the book. She plans to fight hard.