Regrets

CH119 Regrets

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Udara's presence shifted in an instant—from that of a hidden blade to a full-blown predator.

She darted forward, in-stepping into Alex's zone with such precision and speed that he barely had time to react.

Her fist shot out, laced with fatal intent.

Alex barely managed to raise his guard in time, deflecting the punch by a hair's breadth.

But she didn't stop.

The momentum of her punch flowed seamlessly into a close-quarters grapple. Before Alex could blink, his feet were off the ground—

Thud!

He hit the mat hard.

He lay there for a second, blinking up at the ceiling.

Mesmerised.

'Her fighting style... it's—beautiful.'

In his past life, Alex's old MMA trainer had broken the art into three core disciplines: Striking, Throwing, and Grappling.