Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 822

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Next up was each of the twelve captains, but none managed to last the full 20 exchanges against Carissa, They all fell short at around fifteen or sixteen exchanges.

Max put up a decent fight, making it through 40 exchanges before he was taken down. When he stood back up and bowed, he wore a satisfied smile–he felt proud of his performance.

Finally, it was Alistair’s turn.

Alistair had been intently watching Carissa’s moves. He felt like he had a good grasp on her patterns. He figured he could manage 50 exchanges without much trouble. His leg techniques were his strongest suit, and Carissa’s kicks lacked the necessary power. On the other hand, her punches were incredibly fast. If he could focus on using his lower body, he believed he would hold the advantage.

He bounced on his feet a few times to stretch his muscles. “I’m up.”

Carissa wore an enigmatic smile. “Yes, it’s your turn.”

For some reason, seeing that smile sent a shiver of unease down Alistair’s spine. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding some devastating technique just for him.

“First move is yours,” Carissa offered, showing no signs of fatigue after the earlier rounds. She still looked as energized as when she had first started.

ready. He feinted with a punch, then kicked toward her.

his intentions easily. She brought her elbows up, creating a solid guard

back.

and landed on his feet. But before he could steady himself, a flurry of kicks came his way. He barely had time

felt his balance slipping. His insides felt like they were rearranging themselves, and he stifled a groan of

he closed the distance between them, narrowing their fighting range.

he completely forgot about Carissa’s superior punching

close combat, with no weapons involved, fists became the ultimate

Alistair found himself unable to mount any sort of counterattack–everything was happening too fast. All he could do was

Violet counted off,

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Carissa easily broke through his defense and raised her leg high in a swift motion. Her foot was level with her body, and she drove a kick at his chin,

technique he had tried to use earlier. He had the space to execute it, but Carissa employed it at close range, combining fluidity with overwhelming power. Alistair hadn’t seen it coming

get up meant he

the Royal Guard helped him to his feet. Alistair gazed at Carissa, his eyes filled with a mix of resentment and disbelief.