Selene’s strikes were like a storm—unrelenting, fast, and unpredictable.


    She wasn’t just strong. **She was a natural-born fighter.**


    Her movements were fluid, wild yet calculated, like a predator toying with its prey.


    And right now? **I was the prey.**


    I blocked her right hook, only for a knee to crash into my ribs.


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    **"Tch—!"**


    I staggered back, barely avoiding a follow-up elbow strike.


    Selene laughed. **"Come on, Lucian! Where’s that power from before?"**


    Damn it.


    I needed to adapt.


    I took a deep breath, activating **Sixth Sense Lv.2** again.


    This time, instead of just dodging—


    I **analyzed.**


    Selene’s movements followed a rhythm.


    A pattern.


    Her left shoulder twitched before she kicked.


    Her right foot pressed forward before a punch.


    *I see it now.*


    She threw another punch.


    Instead of blocking—


    I stepped **into** her strike.


    **"What—?"**


    My elbow slammed into her chest, knocking her off balance.


    Before she could recover, I twisted my body and drove a **heel kick** into her side.


    **BAM!**


    Selene skidded across the ground, her feet digging into the dirt.


    Silence.


    Then—


    She wiped blood from her lip and grinned.


    **"Oh hell yeah. Now this is a fight!"**


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