Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 944

Icarus hadn't even seen how Carissa dodged the strike. He only knew that his long blade had cut through empty air. When he focused again, she was still standing there, as if she hadn't moved an inch.

The lanterns on the carriage cast two faint glows, illuminating Carissa's face, which seemed a little pale. Her expression, cold as frost in the biting wind, softened into a smile directed at him.

The smile sent an immediate shiver down Icarus' spine. In fact, it wasn't just a shiver-it was a sharp, painful jolt.

It took him a moment to realize what had happened. Her whip had lashed through the air, striking him across the face and tearing away the black cloth covering his face. He spun around in midair, swiftly covering his face again.

He leaped to the top of a wall and turned around just in time to see the red whip, coiling like a venomous snake, wrap around the neck of the suicide soldier on Carissa's left. With a powerful tug, she yanked him into the air, her feet pushing off toward the other suicide soldier on her right.

In a smooth, fluid motion, she dragged the first suicide soldier toward the carriage. His weapon fell to the ground with a clatter. Just before it hit the earth, Carissa's foot shot out, sending the sword flying into the air.

She flew up alongside the suicide soldier, swinging her leg horizontally. The sword arced gracefully through the air, striking the second suicide soldier and burying itself deep into his stomach.

sequence unfolded in an instant. Even though Icarus had witnessed it up close, there was nothing he could do. It became clear to

teeth, Icarus charged forward, swinging his blade to sever the whip. If he didn't, that suicide

He immediately altered his course to avoid striking his own man. However, it would have been better if he hadn't done

predicted the

couldn't be

Blade, was a series of deceptive moves with over a dozen variations. It was a martial arts masterpiece. In Westhaven, no

close combat, his massive blade was useless. Meanwhile, her whip could extend or retract, as well as switch between soft and rigid, and every

his blade, he could only use the hilt to block, unable to land a proper

anyone come

distance, but Carissa kept the pressure on, her whip striking relentlessly. He had already been hit several times, each lash leaving his

was shattered, destroyed

their hands on him... the consequences for tomorrow's negotiations were too dire to even

slipped. He made more and more mistakes, and eventually,

It wrapped around him like a serpent, tightening around his neck. With one sharp pull, Carissa yanked him forward. Her hand moved like lightning, ripping the tattered black cloth off his