Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 92

Carissa planted the Rose Spear firmly into the ground and tied up her hair. The biting northern wind whipped her garments around, making a fierce sound.

She lifted her chin slightly, her gaze as cold as the snow. "It's fine as long as I win?"

"That's right!" Michael called out loudly. "If you defeat me, I swear to follow you to the death and never go back on my word."

"Good luck, Lieutenant Brown!"

"Defeat her! She's using the military achievements of her father and brothers to rise above us!"

"How can she, a mere woman, command the Mystic Army with false merits? Lieutenant Brown, we're all unhappy with this arrangement. Show her who's better!"

Michael's voice was cold as he said, "General Sinclair, did you hear that?"

Carissa glanced at the roaring Mystic Army before gripping the Rose Spear once more. "Alright, let's get started!"

Michael's eyes were filled with disdain. "Don't accuse me of bullying a woman, General Sinclair. I'll let you make the first move!"

lips curling and the beauty mark under her

distance, Barrett, Aurora, and several soldiers

indifferent. "It seems someone is

stepping forward to challenge. Carissa. He furrowed his brows, knowing that Michael would be no match for her. "Michael is considered one of the strongest in the Mystic Army. I wonder how many blows Carissa can endure against him," Aurora remarked

his head slowly.

laughed heartily. "Barrett, you seem quite protective of

eyes, wishing fervently that Michael would force Carissa to her knees and have her begging for

at Michael's right arm. He laughed maniacally, seeing her move

make her way

wasn't the only one laughing-the remaining Mystic Army soldiers also erupted into laughter. Carissa looked like she couldn't even hold her

to grab the spear's head, he felt

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If he were to grab the spear, and if her inner force was substantial, his arm

iron armor, causing a wound on his shoulder blade and drawing blood.

strike!

for your kindness!" said Carissa as she withdrew the

in total, winding and jagged like long centipedes. At close range, the cracks were clearly visible. The Mystic Army soldiers who were standing behind Michael in formation could all see the fissures on the ground created by the spear's impact. The soldiers in front could even see the