Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 472:

But as she replayed Ethan’s match on her phone, her initial surprise turned to disdain. “Really? He was just filling a spot. Winning that? Pure luck.” Her tone dripped with scorn.

The match had been laughably easy, yet Ethan still dragged it out like an amateur. If anything, he had stumbled into victory by accident, not skill.

Catching that mocking tone, Marisa shot her a sidelong glance, one brow arched in playful challenge. “Melanie,” she drawled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “How about a little bet? Next round, let’s see who finishes faster.”

Melanie scoffed and crossed her arms, flashing a cocky smirk. “Hah! Bring it on. I’m not scared.”

From that moment on, the elimination rounds felt less like serious matches and more like a full-blown sprint between the two girls.

Marisa moved through her battles with ruthless grace, her every click and move sharp as a blade, cutting straight through her opponents’ defenses without hesitation. Meanwhile, Melanie unleashed her own storm, chaining her moves together so smoothly that it looked like she had choreographed the entire sequence beforehand.

One by one, they tore through their rivals, leaving a trail of chaos and defeated players behind them.

Their rivalry ignited the stands, where Marisa’s ardent supporters and Melanie’s enthusiastic admirers clashed vocally.

“Melanie’s got this in the bag! Just wait — Marisa’s gonna be the one getting humiliated!”

“What nonsense! Marisa’s clearly dominating the game. It’s Melanie who should start preparing for her punishment!”

“Honestly, just picturing that already has me laughing! Such an arrogant woman like Melanie apologizing to Ethan and Maia again in public. I guess she’d rather die than do that!”

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“Right? It’s going to be absolutely hilarious!”

“The match isn’t even finished yet! What’s Class Three getting so excited about? Just wait — you’ll be eating your words soon enough!”

The buzz about Marisa and Melanie crackled through the livestream and echoed all over the stadium, the atmosphere growing more electric by the second.

“There’s no doubt about it — today’s champion will definitely be either Marisa or Melanie!”

“One’s got killer instincts, the other’s a technical genius! Wront City really raised some fierce talents — and they’re both women!”

“So, who’s your pick for the champion? Any bets?”

“My money’s on Melanie! Marisa might be good, but she can’t possibly outguess every move Melanie throws at her!”

“I’m backing Marisa! Sure, Melanie’s sharp, but Marisa’s grasp of the game runs way deeper. That’s gonna make all the difference!”

As the debate heated up, the live stream added a fun twist by launching a poll to predict the winner. The votes for Melanie and Marisa were neck and neck, demonstrating the split opinion.noveldrama

Among the viewers, poor Ethan barely made a ripple in the poll, receiving only two votes — one from Maia and the other from Chris. After casting his vote, Chris looked up at the competition arena…

Which one of them could the social media user “Winters” be?

The host on stage, brimming with energy, unveiled the latest phase of the competition.

As contenders were steadily knocked out, the contest reached a fever pitch, drawing everyone deeper into the suspense.

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