Chapter 427 Garbage

Chapter 427 Garbage

Talia was at a loss as she faced Zephyr's fierce, tiger-like fists.

"Swallow's Scissor Kick!" Robin shouted, landing a swift kick to her backside.

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Talia shot into the air, Robin's voice ringing in her ears She could almost feel the blood rushing as she

lirectly for Zephyr's open spot.

With a flawless mid-air scissor kick, she locked her legs around Zephyr's neck and slammed him hard to the ground.

The arena fell into stunned silence, the air so still you could hear a pin drop.

Dazed from Talia's scissor kick, Zephyr's head was spinning. This time, she'd truly thrown him down with such force that he couldn't muster the strength to retaliate.

"I won again!" Talia took a moment to process, then cheered loudly, "I won again, thank you, Mr. Ramsey! Hahaha!"

In her excitement, she grabbed Robin's hand, practically flying as she bounced with joy.

Zephyr lay on the ground, looking helplessly in Talia and Robin's direction, shaking his head. This Talia was nothing like the seemingly sheltered young lady he'd met at the training center. Her skills, speed, and accuracy were top-tier.

However, her initial kick had been weak and sloppy, almost a whole level below her second move. But that, second kick had come out of nowhere, catching him completely off guard. Her second strike was a direct hit to his vulnerable spot, exploiting an opening he had no time to defend.

To find an opponent's weak point and take them down in a split second-this was unquestionably the work of a master.

He recalled Talia's earlier strike on Mark's main artery and the second scissor kick that had taken him down, both moves perfectly executed to take out an enemy with a single strike.

For Zephyr, who'd faced real-life combat, Talia's moves were nothing short of lethal.

These were techniques meant to kill on the battlefield. If she'd added just a bit more force to those moves, Mark could've been killed on the spot, his neck snapped in an instant.

Still sitting on the ground, Zephyr looked up at Talia, a flicker of fear in his eyes. At this moment, he barely recognized the high-ranking female officer from Investigation Division 7 standing before him. Had they seriously underestimated her? She was nothing like the desk-bound, privileged soldier they had assumed her to be.

As Talia stood at the front of the arena again, the crowd of 50 War Wolf elite soldiers started shifting their support toward her.

Mark and the other three wore dark, grim expressions.

For four elite soldiers of War Wolf to be defeated by a single woman-what a disgrace,

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Mark got up. "Let's go at her together!"

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Derrick shook his head. "Mark, didn't you just say that if we had to gang up on her, we'd be garbage?"

"I don't care about that anymore!" Mark snapped. "Didn't you see her moves just now? Even with all four of us, we might not be able to beat her. So, let's take her down together!" The soles below jeered, "How embarrassing..."

Mark and the others ignored their pride, deciding to bring Talia down first-better that than face even greater humiliation.

In the next moment, Talia boldly charged right into the middle of the four.

A flurry of punches and kicks erupted, and Talia was quickly kicked out of the circle, staggering as she tried to regain her balance. She looked bewildered. "Huh? What just happened? "Again!" Talia braced herself, scanning the four of them for any weaknesses.

Derrick shook his head. "What's with all this jumping around? Are you messing with us?"

Robin, watching Talia hop around, couldn't help but twitch. "Listen to my commands! Go straight in

With that, Talia sprang into action as if on a rush of adrenaline, dashing straight into the group of four. "Left hook at 30 degrees, right jab at 45 degrees, low front kick, backspin kick!"

Following Robin's instructions, Talia moved swiftly among the four, weaving up and down. In an instant, she knocked all four to the ground.noveldrama

A heavy silence blanketed the arena.

"Huh? I won again... !" Talia leaped up and down on the platform, cheering. "You guys are garbage!

and "Didn't you say I came over from Investigation Division 7 just to make some extra cash? Well, get up fight me again! Come on!

"Mark, you were the loudest one trash-talking! You said that if I defeated you, you'd apologize and salute me. Now get up and do it!"

Mark and the others were overcome with shame. They hadn't expected that, even together, they'd end up flat on the ground, beaten by Talia.

As Zephyr watched, he began to realize that Robin's presence was in every move Talia made in the fight. The four of them turned their terrified gazes toward Robin, suddenly understanding who the real expert

was.

Talia was still fired up, raising her fists in victory on the platform. "So? Are you four ready to admit defeat? Which useless coach taught you these moves? With skills like that, how do you expect to make it to the battlefield?" Hands on her hips, Talia taunted them loudly, her voice ringing through the eerily silent arena.

"Tell me who's the garbage coach that trained you in this stuff?"

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"He trained with me!" came a cold shout from behind her.

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Talia slowly turned around to see a man in his 30s walking into the arena. It was none other than Mark's combat coach, Ernest Rudwick.

Ernest, one of the four top fighters in the entire military, was responsible for training the War Wolf Special Forces in hand-to-hand combat. He stepped into the ring, his expression dark. "I trained them. So, are you calling

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bage too?"

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