Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 69 Teach Him a Lesson 

Startled, Dylan prepared to inform his boss about Isabelle’s fall. 

Before he could say anything, he witnessed a bizarre scene. “She caught that attack: Dylan muttered in disbelief. 

The black man frowned. He didn’t wait to see who had the audacity to stop him; he blasted him with at fierce punch. 

Isabelle grabbed the man’s wrist with one hand and stopped his attack. At the same time, she raised her other arm to strike that man’s face. 

When he detected her speed, the man quickly dodged backward. He had to withdraw his punch and move “several steps in her direction. 

Even though he reacted quickly, the blow still struck his nose. That attack sent a sharp pain through the top of his head and brought tears to his eyes. 

The spectators couldn’t quite grasp what had happened; they just saw the man retreating. 

Rage twisted the man’s face. His homocidal aura became more menacing. 

He looked up at his opponent. 

She was a young girl. His expression turned ugly, but then he remembered who she was and sneered. 

Isabelle stood up. She glanced at John on the ground and called out, “Little Jack, come down here and help him.” 

Jack snapped back to reality. He jumped into the arena and helped the incapacitated John up. 

He glanced at Isabelle, standing with her back to him, and overcame a complicated mix of emotions. Pushing these feelings aside, he helped John leave. 

Isabelle turned to the black man after they had left and spoke in a fluent foreign language. 

“While the Duel Tournament leaves life and death up to fate, we have a saying in Cheshian that one should know when to stop,” she said. 

“She’s from the Blackwater Mercenary Corps.” 

“That’s the one? They boasted how amazing that girl is, but she seems ordinary to me.” 

“I thought No–Name had returned, but it’s just a knockoff. How can she compare with No–Name?” 

“Blackwater actually sent a little girl into the ring. If they’re that desperate, they should just disband. It’s hilarious,” 

“Why does Blackwater attract women? What do they have that we don’t? Why don’t attractive girls throw themselves at us?” 

“Right? No–Name was gorgeous. Gosh! Her curve is as attractive as a minx. On top of that, she was skilled. Now there’s another woman who has to show up.” 

Chapter 69 Teach Him a Lesson 

“Don’t underestimate her. She’s better than White Owl 

“Dude, do you have trauma because of No–Name? Look at that little girl. She’s not No–Name” 

“Hey! Buddy, this Cheshian girl is pretty. Take it slow and don’t kill her; I’d be sad,” a fellow mercenary shouted and laughed heartily. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It felt like Isabelle had fallen into a den of wolves. 

Those who had tried to steal Blackwater’s goods and nearly died at Isabelle’s hands were now silent. 

They had previously fought Isabelle and knew firsthand how terrifying she was, realising she was far more formidable than they had imagined. 

Dylan finally regained some composure. He gestured to Isabelle below and posed his question. “Mr. George, aren’t you going to do something?” 

It was dangerous; they needed to get her out of there. 

The black mercenary stared at Isabelle like a predator eyeing its prey. He raised his blood–stained fist to his mouth, licked the blood, then spat on the ground, smiling wickedly. 

“Little girl, this isn’t your playground. If you don’t want to end up like that trash, go home and drink milk from your mama.” 

He laughed lecherously and said, “On second thought, why should you go home? Come to bed with me.” 

His lewd eyes roamed over Isabelle’s body, licking his lips. His expression made everyone repulsive. 

“Hahaha! Show her what you’re made of! Take her to bed!” Another mercenary shouted. 

The whole place erupted in laughter.. 

George’s eyes narrowed dangerously. His gaze shifted from the lecherous mercenary to his teammates. 

The mercenary, sensing a sudden, chilling killing intent, looked around warily but saw nothing. 

Isabelle’s expression turned icy as she looked at the black man, who was spewing filthy words. She said, “You just signed your death warrant.” 

As soon as she spoke, Isabelle lunged forward, leaping high into the air and bringing her knee down. 

The black mercenary’s expression tightened. He quickly raised his arms to block the attack. 

The girl’s incredible strength instantly stunned him, causing a dramatic shift in his expression. 

Her knee slammed forcefully into his arms. The black mercenaries felt as though the impact weighed thousands of kilogrammes, causing his arms to go numb and the sensation to spread throughout his upper body. 

The mercenary, unable to withstand the force, fell to his knees, pain shooting through them. 

His face contorted in pain. All of a sudden, the pressure eased, and the black mercenary instinctively pulled back his hand, but before he could fully react, a kick struck him in the throat. 

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Resurrecting the Genius Within