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.

with a punch, then kicked toward her. As his foot aimed straight at her, he quickly changed direction mid–kick, targeting her chin. He executed the maneuver

chest, but Carissa read his intentions easily. She brought her elbows up, creating a solid

back.

scrambling to regain his balance. He executed a backflip mid–air and landed on his feet. But before he could steady himself, a flurry of kicks came his way. He barely had time to brace himself, dodging and evading as best he

three or four consecutive kicks, Alistair felt his balance slipping. His insides felt like they were rearranging themselves, and he

the discomfort, he closed the distance between them, narrowing their

focus on her legs, he completely

with no weapons involved,

skull. Alistair found himself unable to mount any sort of counterattack–everything was happening too fast. All he could do was shield his head and endure

counted off, “45, 46,

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raised her leg high in a swift motion. Her foot

had the space to execute it, but Carissa employed it at close range, combining fluidity with overwhelming power. Alistair hadn’t

up meant he

the Royal Guard helped him to his feet. Alistair gazed at Carissa, his eyes