CHapter 210


    Ready to throw a punch?


    She didn’t need skill to channel the rage and pent–up agony that now erupted within her.


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    Malvina had been stifled for twenty years, a fire that couldn’t simply be quenched.


    Arthur’s tant scheming, her father’s favoritism, the shameless Yates and his mother, Walden’s


    leering


    gaze…


    Noe felt Malvina’s fists, wild and untrained, but aze with fury and hate! This was the kind of


    raw power the underground fight clubs craved.


    “Good, now control your arm’s point of impact, put some oomph into your calves.”


    “Aim a bit to the left,e on, target my face.”


    “Malvina, when faced with the bastard that killed your mom, is that all the strength you’ve got? Don’t


    you want revenge with your own hands? You’re too weak for the Shadow Dragon Society.”


    “All of your mother’s hard work, just handed over to someone else.”


    Malvina clenched her teeth, tasting the metallic tang of blood, unaware of when she’d bitten her lip.


    Her eyes bloodshot, yet her fists now packed a punch under Noe’s guidance!


    One solid hit, caught firmly in Noe’s grasp.


    Breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, Malvina’s arms spasmed uncontrobly, yet it felt


    unexpectedly exhrating.


    Noe said lightly, “Would a tie be eptable? If I were to admit defeat, you might end up in


    trouble.”


    If the Demon King, undefeated in the ring, were to lose, it would be evident that she had


    intentionally let her opponent win. Then, those people probably wouldn’t harm the fight club or


    Noe, but they could cause trouble for Malvina.


    “Will a draw cause you any trouble?” Malvina panted.


    “It’s fine.”


    At least she didn’t throw the entire match in that case.


    Nodding, Malvina stumbled off, caught by Nn below and carried back to the locker room.


    The draw incited rage in the crowd, but Noe beat several fighters in a row, quelling the anger as


    bodies


    hit the floor.


    “Tonight’s champion is… Demon King!”


    Insults and cheers mingled beneath her, but atop the ring, Noe stood as the world’s sole


    conqueror.


    Malvina, too weak to lift her, arms, gazed at Noe descending from the ring, looking effortlessly


    cool.


    “Damn, you’re so cool! You’re my hero!”


    “Can you even walk?”


    Malvina shook her head earnestly. “Not a chance. How can you not be tired?”


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    “I am, but I never show it.”


    Noe adjusted her breathing beneath the mask, appearing unfazed, a feat of strength in Malvina’s


    eyes.


    “Think you could teach me to fight? I want to learn!”


    “Sure, but I’m a tough coach. You might not handle it.”


    “I’ll manage!”


    She wanted to be like Noe!


    Noe nodded, her attention drifting back to the cage.


    “Whoa, isn’t that your brother, Ulrich, in the ring?” Alioth eximed. “Is the Schnabel family going


    broke? Why’s he fighting?”


    Fighters could earn a decent sum depending on the match and rank.


    Noe’s bouts had quadrupled the club’s earnings.


    Frowning slightly, Noe ordered, “Get him a level one fighter. Don’t let him get hurt.”


    Was Ulrich so pressured that he resorted to fighting? But why choose this fight club out of many in


    Imperial City?


    Malvina sat up, mask off, watching Ulrich trade blows with a muscr opponent on screen.


    “Does the Schnabel family have a boxing tradition?”


    Why did her brother step into the ring just as she had returned?


    Ulrich’s boxing style was filled with malice, sharp and precise, targeting his opponent’s


    vulnerabilities.


    Noe knew it was a doctor’s instinct, knowing the body’s weak spots, his style eerily simr to


    hers.


    Alioth was stunned. “Boss, your brother’s style is risky; he’ll get hurt.”


    Noe nced up. “You go, knock him out and drag him off.”


    Knocking out Ulrich without hitting his weak spots was a job for a Pris Star.


    “On it, but he’ll probably get some bruises. I’ll try to spare his hands!”


    Twenty minutester, Ulrich copsed in the ring.


    Malvina’s heart eased. “Thank goodness, I thought Dr. Schnabel was a goner.”


    Noe exhaled in relief. “Don’t tell Ulrich I was here,” she instructed Malvina.


    “Sure!”


    Malvina was sharp enough to know what to keep secret. Noe’s desire for anonymity meant her


    lips were sealed.


    Leaving the fight club with Malvina, Noe had Alioth toss Ulrich into the car, waiting for him to


    come to among the reeds.


    “Where am I? Noe? What are you doing here?”


    Ulrich moved his sore body, quickly assessing his injuries. He realized his opponent, despite


    aggressive punches, seemed to deliberately avoid certain spots.


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    Even underground fighters had ethics?


    “Dr. Schnabel! Noe came for me, and you were just thrown out by the club. What were you doing


    fighting? The Schnabel family would flip if they found out!”


    Malvina sat close to Ulrich, her gaze locked on him.


    Ulrich shifted ufortably away. “It’s nothing, just blowing off steam from work. Noe, don’t tell


    anyone, they’d worry.”


    Noe eyed Ulrich. “Tell me the real reason, and I’ll keep quiet. Otherwise, I’m spilling it to Mom.”


    Work stress was a flimsy excuse. Ulrich had been a doctor for years; why would his job suddenly


    drive him to fight?


    Back in the day, when he was a doctor at the borders, the pressure was immense, yet he never set


    foot in the makeshift fight clubs that seemed to sprout up along the border like wildflowers.


    Ulrich hesitated, stumbling over his words.


    Under Noe and Malvina’s intense gazes, Ulrich rubbed his face in a gesture of resignation and


    turned to Malvina.


    “I heard that to get the Shadow Dragon Society to listen to you, you’ve got to win a fight. So, I want


    you to fight with me. I’m a doc, you won’t get hurt fighting me–at least you’ll live to tell the tale.”


    Malvina’s eyes widened in astonishment!


    Was Ulrich on the same wavelength as sweet Noe? Were they both plotting to help her by first


    securing a win in the ring before throwing the fight in her favor?


    Malvina murmured to herself, “Are all the Schnabels this kind–hearted?”


    Noe leaned back in her chair, her mind racing with the thought that she and Ulrich really were cut


    from the same cloth. Except her brother’s skills were sorelycking. He had the strength but not the


    technique; facing off against seasoned fighters, he was like amb to the ughter.


    Malvina’s eyes crinkled with a smile as she looked at Ulrich. “Thank you, Dr. Schnabel! But I’ve


    already earned my stripes. You really shouldn’t be so kind, sticking your nose in everyone’s


    business!”


    Ulrichy back, his hand covering his face. “I’m not meddling in just anyone’s business… Oh well,


    consider me a busybody then!”