Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1661

Another dirty trick, skirting the absolute edge of the rules, aimed right at a fatal spot.

After a few brutal exchanges.

Blaze was visibly exhausted, but he still remembered Ebony Fox's words.

In an exhibition match, it was okay to lose, but he absolutely couldn't get himself hurt.

However—

Remembering his opponent's relentless provocation and sheer contempt, Blaze felt that even if he couldn't win, he had to give it his all. He couldn't let these guys look down on them.

Blaze clenched his jaw, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and charged forward against the odds.

“Come on—”

“Hit him—”

The crowd was completely riled up, screaming at the top of their lungs.

The entire arena was a chaotic blur of noise and adrenaline.

Looking at the battered Blaze, the team from Wild Wolf Combat Club smirked, practically glowing with arrogance.

“Ebony Fox, he looks half-dead out there.”

The young assistant nudged Ebony Fox's arm, her voice trembling. “Is he going to be okay? The other guy is hitting way too hard!”

“He knows his limits.”

Ebony Fox replied in a low, raspy voice. “He's exhausted, but he's smart. He's not letting himself take any critical damage; he's just stalling for time.”

Though he was taking hits, his opponent wasn't gaining any real advantage either.

The outcome was obvious—he was going to lose.

But he was dragging it out like this because he refused to embarrass her.

“Blaze is quite the guy,” Kurt Schwartz murmured softly. “When we get back, I'm getting him a couple of massive steaks to help him recover.”

“Beep—”

With the sharp blow of the referee's whistle, the second round officially ended.

Wild Wolf Combat Club took the victory.

Dragging his heavy, bruised body, Blaze returned to Ebony Fox's side, forcing a pained smile. “Coach Ebony Fox, I'm sorry. I embarrassed you.”

“You did great.”

Ebony Fox patted him firmly on the shoulder and glanced at her assistant. “Take him to the next room and get those cuts cleaned up.”

He had taken a solid punch to the jaw, leaving a nasty gash that wouldn't stop bleeding.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat at his words.

For so many years, it had always been her charging onto the front lines.

No one ever stepped in front to shield her.

Juniper had been the first, and now, he was the second.

He would go?

With his slender frame, one punch would send him flying into the rafters.

“I really don't have time to entertain this.” Ebony Fox looked away, hiding the brief flicker of panic in her eyes. Turning her back to him, she said, “Just sit quietly in the audience.”

“Ebony Fox!”

Seeing her walk away, Kurt raised his voice. “You better protect yourself, you hear me? If you get hurt, I'm going to be completely out of my mind with worry.”

He paused for a few seconds, meeting Ebony Fox's gaze, before adding in a softer, slightly defensive rasp, “What I mean is, if you get hurt, I'll have no way of explaining it to Juniper.”

“You won't have to explain anything.”

Ebony Fox pursed her lips, her tone dripping with ice-cold confidence as she enunciated every single word:

“I'm not going to lose, and I'm definitely not getting hurt.”