This had to be done by her. Win or lose, it didn't matter, this was her fight.
Lord, help me, Nnenna said silently, folding her fists.
"Begin!" The referee's sharp voice cut through the arena.
Arthur's posture changed instantly, he leaned forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the stage.
Carl stopped mid sentence, his joking expression fading.
Somto's gaze sharpened, fixed on Nnenna like she was the only thing that existed.
Stephanie didn't even bother bowing. Instead, she smirked, already stepping forward like this was a chore she wanted to finish.
"She didn't bow," one of the live stream commentators said, voice laced with faux surprise.
"Guess respect isn't part of the Knox sibling's game plan today."
The moment Nnenna moved, Stephanie was already on her, fast, precise, and merciless. The first hit slammed into Nnenna's ribs, forcing her back a step. She didn't fall.
"That's one!" a judge called out, marking the point.
