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My eyes rolled. “Are we just going to gossip, or did you want to spar?”

She giggled loudly. “Oh, you’re so funny, Spectre.”

My eyes glanced at the crowd forming. This was what she wanted, to beat my ass in front of everyone. She might be able to beat my ass, but I sure wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“Enough,” Theron’s voice boomed. “Begin.”

She jumped at me but stopped herself mid-movement, trying to scare me.

It didn’t work.

“You know you’re fucking with a rank three Bishop, right?” She threw a punch, and I pushed it away with my palm.

Miren wasn’t fast, at least not right now. She might not be trying hard. She punched faster and harder this time.

I pushed it away with my palm again. I barely moved my feet or body.

With a huff, she attacked with a combo. I pushed each and every punch away with my palm, stepping back a few times.

Then she kicked my face.

Using my forearms, I blocked her before jumping up and slamming my shoe into her cheek.

She landed on her hands and knees with a thud. Dramatically, she pushed her hair from her face and looked up at me.

“You don’t have to hold back or anything, Miren. I am Spectre after all, the high-ranked phantom vampire hunter.”

Her skin grew red with rage. She was on her feet in a flash, charging me. She was much faster this time, but not enough. I blocked each fist, throwing a few fists in between.

Her ass hit the ground when I punched my palm into her chest. She wheezed, grabbing her chest. Her wide eyes told me she underestimated me.

Which was okay. I liked when they did that for me.

“Are you done? That wasn’t even like five minutes,” I said to her.

Rage screwed up in her face. She was on her feet, saying, “Arma.”

Her weapon from the celestial world appeared, a chain with a spike ball on the end.

“No weapons,” Theron barked, but miss redhead didn’t listen.

Her ball swung at me, and I dodged. Her work with the weapon was wide and sloppy. She had no control.

My back hit the edge of the ring, and she threw her chain, swinging around her head. It flew, and I put up my right arm.

The metal clanked together, and her eyes widened.

“Please, don’t break that,” I asked, watching the skin color fizzle a bit.

She tried to pull back her weapon, but it was lodged in my arm.

I growled, punching her in the nose with my left hand. Her head swung backward, her hand letting go of her ghost weapon and letting it disappear.

She screamed, blood rushing from her nose. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but she could have broken my arm.

I checked it, making sure the wiring was intact.

She lunged for me. I dodged with a sigh. The moment she sped past me, I hit her back on a pressure point, making her cripple to the ground. She cried out, but I knew she wasn’t in too much pain.