The villa had three floors, with an endless pool.
Daisy wore a white floral one-piece swimsuit. thank you for using mv _l _e _mpy _r
The top was a halter, while the bottom was a skirt that barely covered her thighs.
Her two long, slender legs moved happily in the pool.
Bella, on the other hand, wore a fairy-like pink one-piece swimsuit.
Her bottom was also a skirt, but the top was different.
Two cups crossed at her chest, as if two pieces of fabric were tied together at the back.
Decorative ribbons adorned her shoulders, giving her a truly ethereal appearance.
She moved through the water like a rmaid.
Upon hearing Daisy's words, they both looked towards the beach and indeed saw two figures—Elijah and Charlotte—standing on either side of a solar-powered street lamp, facing off solemnly.
"Do you think they're going to fight?" Bella asked, sowhat worried.
"Heh, it's quite possible!" Daisy chuckled mischievously.
She rembered well the way Charlotte had been looking at Elijah, there was sothing off about it, like the gaze of a predator eyeing its prey.
"Charlotte has always been obsessed with martial arts. Her criteria for finding a boyfriend is soone who can spar with her."
Daisy didn't finish her sentence as the two figures on the beach finally made their move.
The slender Charlotte took the initiative, fully utilizing the advantage of her long legs, launching a series of high kicks.
Elijah, taken aback, retreated two steps to avoid them.
When she attempted a third kick, he instinctively blocked with his hand and then countered with a kick of his own, which Charlotte deftly intercepted with her hand.
However, Elijah's strength was formidable, and Charlotte struggled to block his attacks.
Taking advantage of the situation, Elijah swung his left arm horizontally towards her head.
Unfazed, Charlotte swiftly reacted, blocking with an outer forearm block with her right hand, then swiftly bringing her left hand forward to strike Elijah's abdon.
At the sa ti, her right hand delivered a straight punch to his face, leaving him montarily stunned.
Charlotte paused briefly, then delivered another mid-level straight punch with her left hand, striking Elijah's abdon again, followed by a forward elbow strike with her right arm, hitting him in the face.
Her movents were fluid and fast, raining down blows upon Elijah.
Caught off guard, Elijah grabbed onto Charlotte's clothing in a panic. With a tearing sound, Charlotte's shirt ripped as Elijah crashed heavily to the ground.
In his confusion, Elijah instinctively grabbed at Charlotte's shirt.
With a loud tearing sound, the fabric ripped apart as he fell to the ground, leaving Charlotte montarily exposed.
Reacting quickly, she covered herself and refrained from further pursuit.
As Elijah landed, he quickly rolled to his feet, retreating a few steps, feeling fortunate that he had activated Abigail's defensive abilities in advance, enhancing his resistance to attacks.
Otherwise, just these few blows would have left an ordinary person dazed and unable to get up.
Charlotte's strength was considerable, especially her punch and elbow strike, both of which landed squarely on his face.
Elijah could feel blood trickling from his nose. She was clearly out of his league.
"I'm no match for her," Elijah sighed. But soon, he was drawn to Charlotte's movents.
His grab had torn Charlotte's shirt collar. As he fell, the fabric tore further, leaving only a small piece still attached to the bottom of the shirt.
Charlotte instinctively covered her chest but quickly dropped her hands and removed the tattered shirt, revealing a beige sports bra and her muscular physique.
This was the first ti Elijah had seen how ample her chest was beneath her loose clothing.
He quickly wiped away the blood from his nose, his spirit reinvigorated.
"I can still fight!"
Their first clash seed long in Bella's eyes, but in reality, it was completed in a short mont.
To her, it appeared as though Charlotte had suddenly advanced, kicked Elijah a few tis, dodged his counterattack, landed several punches, and then perford a shoulder throw, knocking him to the ground.
But for Elijah, it was far from that simple. Charlotte's movents were fluid and fierce, unlike anything he had encountered before. In close combat, he was completely outmatched.
"I need to find a way to use my strengths!" Elijah thought, but before he could formulate a plan, Charlotte had discarded her shirt and was charging at him once again.
"Damn, she's relentless!" Elijah was montarily distracted by her physique and received two kicks before snapping back to attention.
Charlotte was tall and slender, with long, powerful legs that moved swiftly and forcefully. Elijah could only block and defend passively.
Charlotte's skin wasn't as fair as Daisy's or Bella's, but it had a shiny, tight, and elastic quality, complented by the occasional tension in her muscles, giving her a unique athletic allure.
"No, now's not the ti to be noticing these things. I need to think of a winning strategy. Winning gives all the ti I need to look!"
Another punch to the head brought Elijah back to his senses.
"I need to limit her movents, prevent her from unleashing her fighting skills. That's my chance at victory."
Thoughts raced through Elijah's mind, and in an instant, he had an idea.
I might not know any fighting techniques, but I sure can get rough!
It boils down to four words: relentless perseverance!
I'm stronger than her, so all I have to do is tie up her limbs!
With that thought in mind, Elijah acted.
After a few rounds, during which he endured a barrage of blows, he beca familiar with so of Charlotte's moves. He seized the opportunity when she attempted another straight punch.
Completely abandoning defense, he took the hit and grabbed her wrist forcefully.
Charlotte's one hand was caught, and she attempted to free herself with a hook punch.
Elijah, relying once again on his resistance to attacks, endured it and seized her other wrist, which he had been waiting for the chance to grab.
With both her hands caught, Charlotte remained composed.
She attempted a knee strike, but Elijah blocked it with a downward pressure, rendering her efforts futile.
She struggled to free her hands but couldn't budge them, as if caught in a vice.
Seeing Elijah's smug smile, Charlotte snorted disdainfully. Then, she suddenly headbutted him in the nose.
Elijah winced as tears welled up in his eyes. "You... have no honor!" he wanted to say. But before he could, his feet were forcefully swept from under him, sending his body tumbling backward.
If he had released his grip, he might have had a chance to regain balance or support himself upon landing.
But Elijah didn't do that.
He knew that if he let go, a vigilant Charlotte wouldn't give him another opportunity.
They would fall together!
With his hands firmly gripping Charlotte's, as their bodies fell, Elijah exerted all his strength to pull her down with him.
Charlotte tried to stabilize herself, but Elijah's strength was far greater, and eventually, she was pulled down, landing on top of him.
In that mont of impact, Elijah wrapped his legs tightly around Charlotte's lower body, immobilizing her legs completely.
He was afraid that she would use so ground joint techniques, such as naked choke, triangle kill, etc. So, he acted preemptively.
In close-quarters combat, he feared no one. Bella and Daisy could attest to that!
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