PART 2 — THE LAUGHTER DISAPPEARED
The referee raised his hand.
"Ready."
"Begin!"
The heavyweight immediately rushed forward.
He was fast for someone his size.
The audience expected Margaret to retreat.
Instead, she simply moved aside.
His kick cut through empty air.
The arena gasped.
Before the heavyweight could recover, Margaret turned sharply.
Her roundhouse kick landed cleanly against his headgear.
Pop!
Silence.
The massive fighter stumbled backward.
His expression changed instantly.
He attacked again.
Margaret remained composed.
She avoided each strike with precise footwork, moving just far enough to stay out of reach.
Then she countered.
Again.
And again.
Her movements were controlled, efficient, and perfectly timed.
The laughter from earlier was gone.
Spectators leaned forward in their seats.
Coaches stood beside the ring, watching carefully.
Even the national team coaches looked stunned.
The commentators struggled to explain what they were seeing.
"Where did she learn to move like that?"
"Her timing is absolutely incredible!"
The heavyweight finally stopped treating her like an easy opponent.
He understood now.
The woman standing across from him wasn't simply an elderly grandmother.
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She was a highly skilled fighter.
And the match had only just begun.
