Dilan's companions were all geared to watch the fun, but they couldn't even laugh now if they tried.

The same thought rang in their minds — Dilan had met a tough opponent.

This woman was clearly trained.

It would have been impossible to fight that well unless she had considerable practice.

"If Dilan loses to a woman, it would be humiliating.”

"I thought she was just some crazy woman with a pretty face, but it looks like things aren't going well for Dilan."

Low murmurs filled the space.

Their words reached Dilan's ears, his fury rising along with hot embarrassment.

With a roar, he rushed towards Rosalynn, his fists clenched to hit her.

Once again, Rosalynn smoothly evaded his attack, then sent a kick to his knee.

The force made Dilan lose his balance. He fell down kneeling.

It was a huge blow to any man's pride to kneel before anyone.

Dilan's eyes turned red. He stood up and charged madly at Rosalynn.

Kyson was shocked at Rosalynn's strength, but he was still worried about her.

However, Rosalynn was nothing but calm. After a few more rounds of Dilan attacking and her dodging him, she grabbed him by the arms and subdued him.

Dilan heaved in her hold, his face red and his eyes filled with frustration and shame.

Rosalynn asked softly, "Do you admit defeat now?"

Dilan didn't say a word. Rosalynn applied more pressure to his arms, tightening her hold on him. "Speak up."

Dilan winced in pain, and finally conceded. "Yes," he said reluctantly.

"Apologize to him."