Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

"Permission to step in for Danielle, Sir!" Juniper quickly offered, worried Danielle might accidentally send someone to the hospital.

Danielle cast Juniper a sidelong glance and replied calmly, "I’ve got this."

In the crowd, Emma’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. ’Serves you right, Danielle. Let’s see how you embarrass yourself in front of the entire school. Maybe you’ll even get hurt. That’ll teach you not to mess with me and David.

Danielle stepped onto the sparring platform with an air of quiet confidence, her expression serene and unreadable.

The opponent from Class 2, a cocky male student, reddened slightly as he saw her up close. Her beauty was disarming. With an attempt at charm, he said, "Danielle, right? Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you."

Danielle’s face remained impassive. Her voice was cold as she replied, "No need. Give it everything you’ve got."

Luke, standing nearby, shook his head. He knew Danielle’s capabilities far too well. This overconfident fool had no idea what he was up against.

Danielle’s strength was unmatched-he had seen her defeat Maximus with a single kick, leaving the seasoned combat instructor coughing up blood.

Maximus blew his whistle. "Begin!"

The match started, and Danielle didn’t move a muscle.

The crowd murmured. "Why isn’t she moving? Is she frozen with fear?"

"She was so full of herself earlier, and now she’s just standing there. What a letdown."

"Honestly, this is embarrassing for our class. I could’ve done better."

"Yeah, she’s a total disgrace."

The snickering continued until a loud thud silenced them all.

Everyone’s attention snapped back to the platform. Danielle stood calmly in the same spot, while her opponent lay sprawled on the ground.

"What just happened?"

"I saw it! Danielle didn’t even move at first, but when the guy charged, she landed a perfect kick and knocked him flat!" 

The students in Class 2 weren’t satisfied. One by one, they stepped forward to challenge her.

One by one, they were defeated.

A few young instructors who didn’t know Danielle could only tell from her stance that she seemed to have some training. One of them stepped forward and said, "Mind if I spar with you?"

This time, the students watching weren’t so confident in Danielle. Sure, she was skilled, but an instructor was bound to be on another level entirely.

Danielle gave the instructor a lazy, uninterested glance.

The instructor mistook her calm demeanor for disdain and immediately looked displeased. "What’s the matter? Afraid?" he taunted, convinced she didn’t have what it took to face him. "Are you sure?" Danielle asked. She wasn’t particularly eager to spar-knocking down the instructor would be humiliating for him.

The instructor, oblivious to her consideration, took her reluctance as arrogance.

"Mr. Turner, I’d advise you not to spar with her," Maximus chimed in, his tone tinged with a mix of pity and exasperation.

Toby Turner, however, dismissed the warning with a scoff, assuming Maximus was just shielding a student. "What’s the holdup? Are we sparring or not?" he demanded impatiently.

’The competitive energy of youth, Danielle thought with an inward sigh.

Danielle shrugged. "Fine. Let’s do it."

Toby smirked as they faced off. "Don’t worry, I’ll hold back."

"You don’t have to." Danielle’s voice was flat, almost bored.