Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 117:

After Connor departed, the Sanchez family let out a collective sigh of relief. Marissa moved closer to the wheelchair and noticed Caylee’s fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest, a clear sign of her cheerfulness

Ruth chuckled and addressed Marissa. “Tiffany, your mother is in high spirits. Your performance at the banquet just now brought back memories of her younger days.”

“Grandma, what was my mother like back then?”

“She was a force to be reckoned with. She would challenge everyone and everything, even the air itself. Many suitors who admired her were deterred by her fierceness. It remains somewhat of a mystery how she ended up with your father, who was known for his gentle nature.”

Ruth laughed heartily again. “You were just like her today, facing off against a crowd all by yourself.”

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Recalling Marissa’s confrontation with the Clifford family, Daryl joined in with a laugh. “Tiffany, we used to fear you might be bullied. Now, it seems we should be more concerned about you becoming the bully.”

With a smile, Rachel inquired, “Tiffany, with your talent for self-defense, why didn’t you stand up to those who bullied you previously?” A slight blush colored Marissa’s cheeks as she fibbed, “I was weak back then. I’ve only recently begun my training.”

Rachel nodded understandingly. “You’ve become quite skilled in fighting. Did you train at a martial arts school? Who is your instructor?”

“No, I trained by myself.”noveldrama

“Is it really possible to become so proficient on your own?”

“It’s not as impressive as it seems. I just have considerable brute strength.”

Marissa sheepishly stuck out her tongue after telling her tale. In truth, her fighting skills were cultivated at the Doomsday Base, a large and intimidating international martial arts organization. Anyone who survived training at the Doomsday Base was a master in their own right, capable of overpowering countless opponents single-handedly

Marissa’s journey to the Doomsday Base began unexpectedly. Forced by her parents to quit school and work at the tender age of fifteen, she was kidnapped by robbers in an unknown place, nearly losing her life. It was purely by fortune that King, the head of the Doomsday Base, was in the vicinity and rescued her. Recognizing her innate potential, King brought her to his secluded training facility

Situated on a remote equatorial island, the Doomsday Base was King’s domain, hosting numerous students from around the world, all bound by the stringent rules of the island. King was an unparalleled martial artist who established the Doomsday Base. His teachings in martial arts were deep and challenging, demanding exceptional physical fitness and acute mental sharpness. Every newcomer had to withstand grueling training sessions. Only those resilient enough could proceed to meet King and delve into the ancient martial arts techniques

Those who survived this demanding regimen excelled remarkably. They went on to become champions in boxing, leaders in military forces, and sought-after international bodyguards. Yet, only a handful could truly master the ancient techniques at the level of King

For years, King had been on the lookout for an heir who could match his skills, and he found such a prospect in Marissa. Marissa was not just physically gifted; her quick grasp of complex concepts set her apart. She absorbed teachings rapidly and even created her own fighting style, soon outshining her master. Recognizing her as a gem, King imparted all his knowledge to her, hoping she would someday lead the Doomsday Base. However, Marissa had no desire to spend her youth isolated on the island, training amidst the stringent atmosphere. She packed her belongings and departed swiftly. King berated her for squandering her abilities. In response, Marissa adopted the alias “Black Snake,” under which she became a renowned mercenary queen

Snapping back to the present, Marissa rubbed her nose, feeling a bit uneasy. The Sanchez family was impressed by her combat skills, yet for her, such feats were trivial. Had she not restrained herself, Wesson and his bodyguards would have been dead. Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Silver Fox: “Black Snake, we’ve got trouble. Major emergency!”

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