Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 470:

But before the dust could even settle, within three minutes of kickoff, Marisa had already delivered a crushing blow to her opponent and claimed her victory.

Her moves were a masterclass in precision — each decision clean, calculated, and lethal. Like a sword unsheathed, she struck once and left no room for resistance. The crowd gasped, a wave of awe sweeping over them.

“This one’s a beast! Could she be ranked top ten on the national leaderboard?”

“I didn’t even catch what she did — the match ended before I could blink!”

Even the host was swept up in admiration, singing praises for her flawless execution.

Her defeated opponent, unable to swallow the loss, yanked off his headset and stormed off in a huff.

From the audience, students from Class Three burst into cheers. “Marisa, you’re the best!”

A few moments later, Melanie wrapped up her match as well, her victory equally effortless.

A local game streamer, unable to contain his excitement, jumped to his feet and shouted, marveling that Wront had given rise to not one, but two prodigies of the digital arena.

Although the other contestants showed impressive skills, none could come close to the electrifying impact left by Marisa and Melanie’s earlier performances!

The massive screen at the venue lit up, replaying the highlights of their intense match, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers and deafening screams.

The camera smoothly swept over to the row of competitors’ seats, zooming in on the tense atmosphere among them.

Melanie lounged back in her seat, a smug grin tugging at her lips as she watched the replay unfold.

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺; 𝓤𝓹𝗅𝗼𝗮𝓭 𝗦𝓞𝓤𝗍𝗍

The moment the screen flashed Marisa’s swift five-minute victory, Melanie’s lips twisted into a faint, disdainful sneer.

In Melanie’s mind, Marisa had simply lucked out by going up against an inexperienced rookie. If she had been the one facing that beginner, she would’ve crushed the match just as easily.

Melanie shot a sideways glance at Marisa, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “You’re nothing special — just a little luckier than the rest of us,” she said, tossing her hair back with an air of superiority.

Marisa, halfway through peeling the wrapper off her lollipop, paused and lifted an eyebrow at the jab. Letting out a soft chuckle, she twirled the candy between her fingers and said, “Luck’s just another kind of talent, don’t you think?”

Melanie let out an exaggerated snort, her whole posture dripping with bratty, princess-like arrogance. “You’re lucky we didn’t meet before the finals,” she huffed proudly. “I would’ve sent you packing without a second thought!”

Marisa flashed a slow, mischievous grin, slipping the lollipop into her mouth with a lazy flick. “Actually, I’m eager to go head-to-head with you. Just try not to cry when I come out on top!” she teased, her voice laced with playful bravado.noveldrama

Choosing to ignore Melanie’s sour expression, Marisa redirected her attention toward the screen showing Ethan’s match.

She tuned in just in time to witness the final, decisive moments of his gameplay.

Ethan had come out on top.

His win wasn’t exactly flashy — he kept a steady rhythm throughout, never pushing for any big, dramatic moves.

In the end, it was his opponent’s sloppy mistake that practically handed Ethan his first win on a silver platter.

“Not bad,” Marisa remarked, her tone light but approving. She quirked an eyebrow and added with a teasing smirk, “You did better than Melanie, that’s for sure!”

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