With a thunderous bang, Diana's gun fired, but the bullet whizzed past Vivienne's ear, barely grazing a hair.

Unfazed, Vivienne did not even flinch.

Diana, panic-stricken, stared at the figure before her, feeling her wrist trapped as if in an iron vise, pain radiating through her bones like a fracture in progress. "You... you're Sasha!"

Karen's gaze was heavy, a mix of the strange and the familiar.

She had never imagined that the story behind her kidnapping was so convoluted!

Clenching her fist, Karen threw a punch that landed squarely in Diana's gut with the force of a sledgehammer.

"Touch my daughter, and you're dead meat!"

Diana's punch could take down a full-grown mastiff, but Karen's blow could kill a full-grown bull.

The difference in strength was enormous.

Diana felt as if her insides had been rearranged, her nerves and flesh overwhelmed by pain. It was as if she was about to be ripped apart. The agony was excruciating!

Karen then slapped Diana's face repeatedly, and in no time, Diana's once delicate features swelled up like a balloon.

Diana tried to steady herself, to take another look at her adversary, but her swollen cheeks pressed so tightly against her eyes that they would not open!

Lifting Diana off her feet, Karen's fingers flew, sending needle after needle into Diana's scalp.

"Ah!"

Diana fell to her knees, screaming in torment.

The pain was unbearable!

the ground, Diana banged her head against rocks as if the blunt trauma

her head was bloodied and bruised, Diana

the anger boiling inside Karen was

already neutralized the poison in her system the moment

side, who was still bound, and settled

was their next formidable

stood still, watching the display as if

sipped a glass of red wine with a smile,

narrowed her eyes, the silver needles

determined not to let F-Poison slip away

in casual conversation,

soft stroke as if indulging in a

"This face is all

motion, F-Poison ripped off her mask and flung it towards Karen

"Frost!"

and kicked

of energy, she hurled it towards F-Poison with lethal precision. The skin-blade buried

wound, and Karen's breaths grew

her poison, Karen raised a hand

air-particles that could trigger a violent explosion upon contact with poison. It was the reason Karen

Vivienne stood side by side, united against

wounded leg, threw down

smoke, Karen

cleared, they saw F-Poison holding Zelda at the cliff's edge, a

F-Poison taunted, gripping Zelda's neck tightly, ready to snap it at any moment. Then, from above, the sound of a

would you rather go up or down? Either

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