Ferro was practically the overlord of the third floor. If he won one more match, he could advance to the fourth. He was a true combat monster, known for his brutality, and ranked second in the Combat Institute. He flowed between techniques effortlessly, striking without warning. No one ever knew what he'd do next. So the instant he appeared, the audience went crazy. Ferro looked at Thora and sneered. "You've got some skill." It was the same line he'd used when he sucker-punched her back at the institute. "If you've got guts, come to Nine Tower." And now, she had come and stood right in front of him. Thora smiled faintly and didn't bother talking. She spread her hands and took her stance.Ferro sneered inwardly and did the same. Both of them came from the Combat Institute, trained under the same system. The only difference was that one was a nobody, while the other was ranked second. It was a true showdown between experts. If Ferro lost, his rank wouldn't survive, and Thora would pull off a shocking upset. That wasn't just a Nine Tower fight or Ferro's promotion match. It was a direct challenge to the Combat Institute itself. When the referee blew the whistle, the atmosphere instantly spiked. Ferro locked onto Thora and said arrogantly, "I'll show you what separates seniors from rookies." She looked at him indifferently in silence. Her fingers tightened. Her knuckles popped, wrapped in a solid layer of blue wolf power.When Thora still didn't move, Ferro made the first strike. He activated a stealth technique and vanished in an instant. Everyone knew he was still there. He fought like an assassin—hide, ambush, end it with one punch. That was his signature move. Thora stayed composed. Her ears flicked. She stepped back once, pressed her heel down, and lowered her stance, firm and grounded. Suddenly, a shadow flashed and launched a surprise attack from behind her. She felt clearly that the punch carried a trace of ability power. Ferro's fist ripped through the air, but it barely grazed past Thora's side. The crowd thought she'd dodge. But to their shock, she caught the punch with her bare hand. A fist strong enough to smash a wall hit her palm and stopped cold!Ferro's arm felt like it was trapped in steel. Numb pain surged through it, and he couldn't pull free. Thora's grip shifted. With a sharp twist of her wrist, power blasted through his knuckles and raced up his arm. Half his body jerked violently before he could react. Then, her other hand formed a fist and exploded forward. Ferro was launched into the air. He flew across the platform, crashed into the railing, tumbled over the obstacles, and slammed down outside the arena. With just one punch, the match was over. She hadn't even taken a step. Her feet never moved once. That was terrifying. Finished in a single blow? She was absurdly strong. Everyone stared at Ferro, waiting to see if he could stand again. But after barely sitting up and clutching his stomach, he collapsed once more, completely done. His final promotion fight ended in a loss, and he was defeated by Thora. Looking down at him, she said coolly, "That punch was payback."