The elbow was one of the toughest joints in the human body, often favored in martial arts for its strength. It could land blows even harder than a punch.

Vincent’s eyes darted, and without hesitation, he raised his hand to protect his abdomen.

Katelyn’s elbow slammed into his hand.

He waved at Katelyn, his hand motion urging her forward.

“Keep going!”

Katelyn struck again, relentless and unforgiving toward Vincent.

Each punch was aimed at the most vulnerable spots. If even one landed, Vincent would be unable to defend himself.

Katelyn always aimed for quick and effective combat. Vincent moved with precision, dodging each of Katelyn’s punches, causing nearly all of them to miss.

He stayed on the defensive, never once making the first move to attack her. A light flush appeared on Katelyn’s face after just a brief exchange of moves.

It dawned on her that Vincent’s strategy was to exhaust her over time.

With a faint smirk, Katelyn curved her lips into a sly smile.

Since Vincent kept defending, Katelyn knew she’d have to push him into action.

With swift precision, Katelyn delivered a sidekick straight at Vincent’s calf.

Vincent braced himself and took the hit, letting out a grunt.

The pain hit like a sledgehammer crashing into his leg.

“Mr. Adams, are you going to keep dodging instead of fighting back?” Katelyn teased, her half-smile playful.

L?t?st chαpt?rs ιn glovе.?

“Okay then, let’s keep going.”

Vincent’s face tightened, and the mood shifted. At that moment, he truly saw Katelyn as a worthy opponent. He hesitated to attack, afraid of hurting her, but Katelyn kept pressing forward with relentless attacks.

It was clear now—ending this quickly was the best option. With quick reflexes, Katelyn dodged Vincent’s punch and seized his wrist.

She then propelled herself into the air, using his knee as a springboard. Her body twisted mid-air, and with precision, her leg wrapped tightly around Vincent’s shoulders.

It was a move that combined flexibility and leverage, turning her body into a forceful weapon.

The chokehold wasn’t just surprising—it used the pull of gravity to bring her opponent down.

Vincent barely had time to understand what Katelyn was doing before it was too late.

Her legs were already locked around his shoulders, and she leaned back with all her strength.

Any other person would have been overwhelmed by the chokehold, bound to fall even if they couldn’t be flipped mid-air.

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