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Chapter 192 - 192 Defeated

Chapter 192: Defeated Chapter 192: Defeated As Nnenna approached, Anya’s lips curled into a small, almost unreadable smile.

From the very first moment she had set eyes on Arthur, when he arrived at the grand opening ball that evening, she had been unable to forget him.

That night, she had carved his face, his elegance, his mannerisms, and his every move into her mind, wishing, hoping, that one day he would be hers.

But her hopes had shattered the moment she witnessed his interactions with Nnenna.

It was obvious that Nnenna was special to Arthur.

Maybe not in a romantic way, but anyone with eyes could see there was definitely something between them.

That realization had kept Anya awake the entire night.

She wasn’t the type to get flustered easily, but this?

This frustrated her beyond reason.

She had high standards, so high that very few men had ever caught her interest.

But for the first time, she had found someone who met those standards, only to discover that he had no interest in her whatsoever.

Unable to face that truth, she had taken the morning off, skipping the first few events of the previous day just to avoid seeing him while she calmed herself.

She told herself she was over it.

That it didn’t matter.

But was it really that easy?

She had been doing well, until Carl spoke and Arthur clearly agreed.

Until they praised Nnenna, boasting about her capabilities, about how she was talented enough to challenge even a prince as powerful as Asher.

That was the moment Anya’s carefully built defenses started to crack.

Before she even realized what she was doing, she had grabbed the microphone, issued the challenge, and called it “comparing notes.” Only she knew the real reason behind her challenge.

This wasn’t about exchanging pointers.

It wasn’t about friendly competition.

Anya just wanted Arthur to see her.

To truly look at her.

To realize that she was more skilled, more talented, more deserving of his attention than Nnenna.

Maybe, just maybe, if she proved herself here, he would finally acknowledge her.

It felt foolish, childish, even, but the words had already left her lips.

There was no taking them back.

And if she was being honest with herself, she didn’t want to.

So, when Nnenna stepped onto the stage, Anya pushed every doubt to the back of her mind and bowed with practiced grace.

“I am Princess Anya, First Princess of Haran.

Please instruct me.” Nnenna returned the bow, her expression unreadable.

“I am Nnenna, Second Princess of Lionara.

Please instruct me.” The tension in the air was thick as Nnenna and Anya took their positions on the stage.

The crowd murmured with excitement, this was going to be a fight to remember.

Both princesses were strong, fast, and highly skilled.

Nnenna had already stunned everyone by defeating Prince Asher, albeit by capitalizing on his mistake.

But that only proved her intelligence in battle, not just her strength.

Anya, on the other hand, was known for her precision and technical prowess.

An almost perfect fighter from a war kingdom, where agility, strength and accuracy were prized above all.

“This is a bold challenge,” one spectator whispered.

“Anya is no pushover, but let’s not forget, Nnenna took down Asher,” another countered.

Prince Alexei, sitting among the Haran nobles, narrowed his eyes as he watched his sister step into position.

He knew Anya well, too well.

This wasn’t about competition.

This was about Prince Arthur.

‘What a reckless way to handle your feelings, Anya,’ he thought grimly.

Jealousy is a dangerous thing, even when controlled.

Still, she had issued the challenge, and now she had to follow through.

The referee signaled the start of the match.

Anya launched the first strike, a sharp, precise front kick aimed at Nnenna’s midsection.

Nnenna sidestepped with ease, countering with a swift palm strike toward Anya’s shoulder.

Anya deflected it, spinning low for a sweeping leg kick.

Nnenna jumped over it.

The crowd gasped.

“Nnenna’s reflexes are insane!” someone exclaimed.

Anya didn’t hesitate.

She twisted mid spin, transitioning into a back kick aimed at Nnenna’s ribs.

This time, Nnenna barely blocked in time, skidding back from the force.

“Anya is faster,” another spectator observed.

“Her techniques are more refined.” Anya smirked, trying to mask the frustration bubbling underneath.

She wasn’t here to exchange pleasantries.

She was here to prove she was the better fighter, the one worthy of Arthur’s admiration.

She pressed forward with a series of rapid strikes, forcing Nnenna to block, dodge, and retreat.

For the first time in the fight, it seemed like Nnenna was on the defensive.

But Nnenna was not shaken.

She had spent the past hours watching and analyzing fighters during the competition, especially during Anya’s and Abigail’s fight.

What Anya had in speed, she lacked in adaptability.

Anya fought like someone who had mastered her craft through disciplined training.

But Nnenna fought like someone who had learned to survive through observation.

Anya aimed a spinning roundhouse kick at Nnenna’s head.

Nnenna ducked at the last second.

In a flash, she moved in, using the opening Anya had left.

A strong elbow strike to Anya’s side sent her stumbling.

The crowd roared in excitement.

“That was a perfect counter!” Anya gritted her teeth, feeling the burn in her ribs.

Her mind raced.

She’s good.

Too good.

But she could not lose.

Not to Nnenna.

Not in front of Arthur.

Both princesses reset their stances.

Anya took a deep breath, trying to focus.

She had trained for this her whole life.

She could win.

She had to win.

But doubt crept in.

And Nnenna saw it.

Taking advantage of this, Nnenna moved in.

Anya threw a desperate punch, but Nnenna caught her wrist, twisting sharply before sweeping Anya’s legs out from under her.

Anya crashed to the ground, breathless.

The referee raised a hand.

“Winner!

Princess Nnenna of Lionara!” The crowd erupted in cheers.

Anya lay there for a moment, staring at the sky.

Defeated.

Not just in the fight, but to her, in everything.

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