Black Belt Asked Maid's Daughter to Fight as a Joke – Her First Strike SHOCKED the Whole Gym
Chapter 6
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"Excellent!" he boomed, clapping his hands together. "Everyone, circle up! Lesson's about to begin." He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, filled with arrogant glee.Carol watched in a state of numb horror as her daughter slipped off her backpack and placed it carefully on a bench. Abigail walked to the edge of the mat, took off her worn sneakers, and placed them neatly side by side. Then, with a composure that seemed utterly alien for a child her age, she stepped onto the pristine white mat; she walked to the center and stood there, waiting. She was a small, slender figure in a vast, empty space, surrounded by a circle of grown men.Across from her, Todd Vance was making a show of stretching his neck and cracking his knuckles, playing the part of the powerful warrior about to dispense a harsh lesson; he was savoring the moment, drawing out the humiliation."Now, the rules are simple," he said loudly for everyone to hear. "I'm going to try to teach you something about respect. Your job is to try to survive."Abigail didn't respond. She just watched him, her breathing slow and even; her hands were relaxed at her sides. She seemed completely calm, but inside her chest, her heart was beating a steady, determined rhythm, like the drumbeat of a soldier marching into battle. She was afraid, but her grandfather's voice was a steady presence in her mind, a calming anchor in a sea of fear."Breathe, Abby," he would say."Fear is just a visitor. Let it come. Acknowledge it, and then let it pass through you. Don't let it build a home in your mind. Your focus is your fortress."She took a slow breath in and let it out. The visitor was passing.Todd finished his theatrical warm-up. "Ready, little girl?" he sneered.Abigail gave a single, slow nod."Good," he said with a vicious smile. "Let's begin."He dropped into a classic fighting stance, his fists raised, his body coiled like a spring. He looked powerful, dangerous, and utterly confident.And then Abigail moved.It wasn't a dramatic shift: she didn't raise her fists; she simply adjusted her feet, setting them shoulder-width apart; her knees bent ever so slightly; her shoulders, which had been tense, relaxed and settled; her hands came up slowly, not in fists, but with open palms, one held slightly in front of the other. It was not a stance from any martial art the students recognized: it was simple, grounded, and strangely efficient; there was no wasted energy, every line of her body looked solid, balanced, and ready.Ben, the student who had tried to intervene, felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He had spent years studying different martial arts, watching old films, reading books about the great masters. He had never seen that stance in person, but he had seen drawings of it in a dusty old book about military combat systems: it was a stance designed for one purpose only—absolute efficiency in neutralizing a threat.