Physics did the rest.
In a heartbeat, the champion was airborne. Marcus flipped over her hip and crashed into the canvas with a heavy, bone-rattling thud.
The laughter in the stadium died instantly.
Marcus scrambled to his feet, his face flushed a deep, furious crimson. Humiliation burned in his chest. Abandoning all pretense of an exhibition, he roared and charged again. This time, he launched his signature move: a devastating, high-velocity roundhouse kick aimed squarely at her head.
Elena didn't even move her feet. She simply pivoted her torso.
The kick whizzed past her face, the wind of it rustling her hair. As Marcus’s leg extended past her, leaving his guard completely open, Elena struck. It wasn't a brutal punch. It was a single, two-finger precision strike to the brachial plexus pressure point beneath his arm.