Chapter 268 How Can This Woman Be So Powerful?
"Really?" Damon looked at her with interest. "So what are you going to do to me..."
Before Damon could finish his sentence, Isabella kicked him flying.
The powerful force sent Damon stumbling back several meters, his back slamming hard against the door.
Damon froze for a moment, his face full of disbelief, then anger flared in his eyes. "You're asking for death!"
He really hadn't expected this bitch to just kick him right off the bat.
He'd always thought this Lumarian woman didn't know martial arts.
But with that kick, he could feel it—the inner energy that only ancient martial arts professionals possessed.
How could a Lumarian woman know ancient martial arts?
But now wasn't the time to think about this. Damon was furious. He angrily stepped forward and swept his leg toward Isabella's face.
Just when Damon thought this kick would send Isabella flying, he hit nothing but air.
The next second.
Damon was kicked flying again, this time landing face-down on the ground.
Isabella's attack speed was shockingly fast.
No one present could clearly see how she dodged Damon's leg or how she kicked him flying.
Alton's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible? Her speed is even faster than Damon's."
When fighting Damon earlier, Alton had already sensed the depth of Damon's Inner Energy. The deeper one's Inner Energy, the more incredible their speed—several times or even dozens of times faster than ordinary people—and the stronger their explosive power.
So when two ancient martial arts professionals had too great a gap in strength, it was simply a crushing defeat.
No techniques needed, no special training required—just speed and power to completely overwhelm the opponent.
This was why he and Tyrell had no ability to fight back against Damon.
Damon never expected to miss. That kick was fast and vicious, hitting his vital point in the abdomen.
Damon got up from the ground, roared furiously, and attacked Isabella again at high speed.
Closing in on Isabella, Damon threw rapid punches, his hands almost becoming phantom images in the air. Isabella dodged expressionlessly, skillfully evading each punch.
Suddenly, Isabella stopped dodging. She caught Damon's fists with both palms, bent her knee, and drove it hard into Damon's abdomen.
Damon's face turned deathly pale in an instant as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Isabella looked coldly at Damon's agonized state and curved her lips slightly. "Do you still want to fight? If I wanted you dead, you'd already be a corpse."
Anger and unwillingness intertwined in Damon's eyes. He absolutely refused to believe he couldn't beat a Lumarian woman.
He glared at Isabella. "I'll kill you!"
With that, he raised his hand to grab Isabella's neck.
Isabella seized his hand and twisted Damon's arm, breaking it with a sharp crack.
The bone made a crisp sound.
The intense pain made Damon scream, his face deathly pale, large beads of sweat pouring out.
Isabella looked at him coldly. "Still not convinced?"
"You damn woman!"
There was no way Damon would admit defeat. He gritted his teeth, still trying to threaten her. "We're the Whitley family—"
Before he could finish, his body lifted off the ground as Isabella hoisted him up and slammed him hard against the wall.
Isabella threw the middle-aged man, who was over six feet tall, like he was a rag doll.
Alton and Tyrell watched in stunned silence.
William also raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.
Was Isabella really this skilled? Even Damon couldn't beat her.
Before, when Isabella said she'd learned combat from her master, he'd always thought she was just good at fighting like him. But now it seemed Isabella was far from ordinary.
Damon was thrown out, his body making a solid thud against the wall before sliding down and collapsing on the ground, unable to get up.
Vance never expected things to turn out this way. He first looked at Isabella in shock, then flew into a rage. "Damn it! How dare you beat Damon like this! Everyone, get her! Capture this woman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the remaining black-clad guards rushed toward Isabella.
Isabella's dark eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flashing through them.
As those people charged at her, instead of running, she rushed straight toward them.
The person in front didn't even see Isabella's form clearly before being kicked flying by an oncoming foot, landing at William's feet and passing out.
William: "..."
Isabella's ghostly figure dodged and weaved through the crowd. Successive screams, the sound of breaking bones, and thuds rang out...
A few minutes later, Vance stared at the guards lying unconscious all over the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief.
How could this happen?
"You..." Vance met Isabella's gaze and was about to speak when suddenly a cold wind rushed toward him.
Before Vance could react, Isabella was in front of him. His wrist was grabbed, a sharp pain hit him, and the medicine in his hand fell to the ground.
Isabella retrieved the medicine, looked at William, Tyrell, and the others who stood there dazed, and said calmly, "Let's go. It's over."
——
They followed Isabella out of the Whitley family's territory, their expressions somewhat dazed.
Alton couldn't believe that Damon, who he, Tyrell, and even Rosalind couldn't beat, had no ability to fight back against Isabella.
Could Isabella's strength be even greater than Damon's?
But how was that possible?
The Whitley family was one of the thirty-six noble families. As the younger brother of the Martinez family head, Damon was a formidable presence in the Whitley family, which was why he'd been so arrogant earlier.
"So Ms. Taylor isn't as simple as she appears on the surface," Tyrell sighed.
After that display, he almost admired Isabella.
Seeing the awe and appreciation in Tyrell's eyes, Alton's expression darkened. "This can't be real!"
He simply couldn't believe Isabella could beat Damon.
Or rather, he simply refused to believe it.
How could Isabella be that skilled?
Tyrell frowned at his words. "Ms. Taylor just defeated Damon and all those Whitley family guards right in front of us. How could her skills be fake?"
Alton snorted coldly and clenched his fists. "I want to spar with her!"
Without fighting her himself, he would never believe Isabella's skills could surpass Rosalind's.