Arthur, noticing their hushed conversation, frowned and showed impatience.
âOf course.
â
Rosalynn touched the bracelet on her wrist and then approached Arthur.
Arthur displayed distinct contempt towards her, not believing he could be outmatched by a woman.
He stood relaxed and said, âCome on, then, show me what youâve got.
â
Rosalynn smiled and said, âI wonât be holding back.
â
With that, she swiftly aimed a strike at his chest.
Her actions were sharp and precise.
Had Arthur not possessed some defensive skills, Rosalynnâs attack could have sent him sprawling, unable to rise.
Arthur sidestepped just in time, his laid-back attitude replaced by a look of astonishment.
A single move had showcased the expertise.
He hadnât anticipated Rosalynnâs remarkable martial arts abilities and quickly shifted into a more earnest stance.
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
âKeep coming at me.
â
Rosalynn offered a sly smirk but stayed still.
âMr.
Nixon, itâs your turn to make a move.
â
Arthur looked taken aback, his expression briefly mocking.
âWhat did you say? Do you want me to strike? Thatâs quite daring of you!â
Rosalynn just smiled and flicked her finger in a taunting gesture.
Arthurâs expression grew grim.
âAlright.
But youâll regret this!â
As he spoke, he clenched his fists, gearing up to strike.
But he suddenly noticed something amiss.
His left hand felt strong, but his right hand was numb and unresponsive.
Arthurâs face contorted as he stared at his right hand in disbelief, trying to flex it.
Yet his right hand remained limp.
What was happening?
Why couldnât he use his right hand?