As soon as he entered the boxing room, he saw the beauty in the ring. It was Scarlett. This beautiful and gentle woman agilely ducked a blow.
Alexander was shocked, turning to look out of the door. He then looked at the ring, not knowing whether to applaud and cheer with the others or to go and call Raymond.
This game was not bloody or fierce. It was a competition about speed and fighting skills. The crowd surrounding the ring watched with great interest. Cheers became louder and louder.
Alexander whistled. Finally, his conscience pricked him, so he turned out to call Raymond.
"Raymond, come with me quickly. It's Scarlett!"
Hearing Scarlett's name, the man, who was hitting a bag, was suddenly stunned.
Raymond frowned, looking coldly at Alexander at the door. "Are you dreaming?"
"Of course not! The person fighting with her coach in the ring is Scarlett! I'm not lying!"
Raymond glanced at Alexander. "You'd better not."
He went past Raymond towards the noisy boxing
room.
Raymond stepped into the room, seeing Scarlett tilt her head to avoid the coach's fist. Her high ponytail arced gracefully through the air. Her side face was fair.
Raymond suddenly remembered that night. When they were in Night Party, she dodged and attacked as quickly as today.
When Raymond was in a trance, Scarlett suddenly pulled the coach's clothes and hooked her foot around the coach's ankles. The coach lost his balance.
Scarlett stopped him from falling.
The coach steadied himself. "Did you just trick me?"
Scarlett let go of him, stepped back, and smiled. "It's just a tactic."
The coach froze for a moment and laughed. "Good!"
There were a dozen people around the ring, all of whom were here for training. Just after the coach said that, the room rang with thunderous applause.
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