Chapter 449: No Restrictions on Not Killing the Opponent
"Alright, cut the crap."
Isabella turned to look at Declan, her eyes growing colder. "Declan, your opponent isn't Zander—it's me."
Declan's venomous gaze swept over Isabella. "That's exactly what I want."
At that moment, nearly everyone below the stage had their eyes fixed on the platform.
This final match would decide which faction would claim ultimate victory in the ancient martial arts competition!
Earlier, the Guest family, the Bautista Family, the Jordan family, and even the Fife family had all suffered heavy defeats against The Whispering Sect.
As the strongest of the seven great families and the only major family left, could the Powell family turn the tide of the competition?
Everyone was on edge, eager to see the outcome!
Moreover, the young lady of the Powell family, whose identity had only recently been revealed, stepped onto the platform...
The members of The Whispering Sect turned their eyes toward Isabella, wearing looks of disdain as if they didn't take her seriously at all.
A loud voice rang out from the judges' panel. "Time's up! The match begins!"
Hearing this, the Whispering Sect members cracked their knuckles, bracing for action.
They exchanged glances and, following their predetermined strategy, charged toward their respective targets.
Delbert's target was Zander. He moved swiftly and engaged him in combat!
The other members of The Whispering Sect also launched attacks against the Powell family’s fighters.
Declan stood still for a moment. Then a flash of malice crossed his eyes. He twisted his wrist, unleashing a powerful force toward Isabella.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Declan’s every move.
Yet Isabella met Declan's strike head-on, standing her ground without moving an inch.
There wasn't a trace of tension in Isabella's eyes. She stared at Declan, her pupils deep and unfathomable like an abyss.
Everyone's hearts leapt into their throats.
Why wasn't Isabella reacting?
Had she still not reacted?
Just as everyone expected Isabella to be sent flying by Declan's strike, something extraordinary happened.
The moment Declan's hand met Isabella, only the sound of colliding forces cut sharply through the air.
In the next instant, Declan's entire body was hurled backward by the force’s backlash!
The force slammed him so hard that blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Yet Isabella stood completely unharmed, her posture flawless and her hair billowing in the air.
At that moment, Isabella’s aura had completely transformed. Her expression radiated cold killing intent, and the entire platform was suffused with the powerful presence emanating from her.
Declan's eyes widened as he stared at Isabella in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that the aura on the platform was coming from Isabella, standing right before him. Such a presence was typically only found in top-level ancient martial arts masters over fifty.
The gap between his strength and Isabella’s just now seemed enormous.
How could this be?
This Isabella looked so young.
At the same time, the family heads and elders of the major families below the stage exchanged astonished glances, their expressions changing in unison.
"Isabella's strength is actually above Declan's!"
The difference in strength between two fighters often remains invisible without an actual confrontation.
Declan's strike had clearly been delivered with full force, yet it hadn’t harmed Isabella in the slightest—and had even backfired on him. This alone proved that the gap in their strength was immense, a complete difference in levels!
Everyone looked at Isabella with newfound amazement!
Gwyneth's daughter was truly astonishing.
Even several Powell family elders could hardly hide their disbelief. They couldn't help but ask Gwyneth, "Ms. Powell, how did Isabella improved so rapidly?"
When they first confirmed Isabella's identity, they tested her and concluded that she could barely match Walter.
This result had already impressed everyone. With talent comparable to Walter's and proper training, Isabella's strength might one day even surpass Gwyneth’s.
At first, the elders in the know were confident about this match. Even without Walter competing, Isabella was more than capable of assuming the role of team leader.
After watching Declan's earlier matches, they had gauged his strength and believed that he and Isabella would likely fight to a draw.
But what just happened completely overturned their assumptions.
Isabella's strength had clearly surged over these two months! She was no longer at the same level as before!
This was utterly astonishing!
Gwyneth seemed to have anticipated this outcome all along. She smiled. "Over the past two months, Ansley has been under Wilmer's guidance, and her improvement has indeed been remarkable."
Isabella was exceptionally smart, with comprehension far beyond what Gwyneth could have imagined. Under Wilmer's high-intensity training, which constantly pushed her to her limits, her abilities had improved at lightning speed.
Gwyneth gazed at Isabella's composed figure on the platform, relief and pride flashing in her eyes.
On the platform, Declan's expression darkened with displeasure.
Even the aura emanating from Isabella made him feel an immense threat.
He gritted his teeth, ready to strike again, when his gaze met Isabella’s cold, unfathomable eyes.
Declan froze.
If he wasn't mistaken, her gaze carried a clear killing intent.
A chill shot up from his feet, sending a bone-deep fear through him.
Isabella spoke, her voice icy:
"This match has no rule for surrender—and no limits on killing your opponent."
Hearing this, Declan's face changed. "You—what do you mean?"
"What do you think?"
Isabella's thin lips curved slightly, cold light flashing in her eyes. In just an instant, she had moved right in front of Declan and suddenly raised her hand.
With the crisp snap of breaking bones, Declan's body was hurled through the air and slammed heavily to the ground.
Isabella gave him no time to recover. She pressed her foot onto Declan’s back, grabbed his shoulder, and twisted with brutal force.
With Declan’s hysterical scream piercing the air, Isabella tore his arm off at the root.
The fighting members of The Whispering Sect all froze at Declan's screams, disbelief flashing in their eyes.
Declan actually couldn't beat Isabella?
How could this be?
Delbert glared at Isabella, his eyes glinting with vicious intent.
"Attack together! Kill her!"
After Delbert’s command, the Whispering Sect members pulled back one by one, preparing to strike Isabella together.
"Hold them back!"
Sensing their intentions, Zander quickly issued a command.
They relentlessly engaged the other Whispering Sect members, preventing them from focusing their attacks on Isabella.