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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