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.

had witnessed it up close, there was nothing he could do. It became clear to him now-the real threat

forward, swinging his blade to sever the whip. If he didn't, that suicide soldier would

at such a rapid speed that it nearly blurred Icarus vision. He immediately altered his course to avoid striking his own man. However, it would have been better if he hadn't done that. The moment he changed direction, the blade bit into flesh-his long knife had cleaved

had predicted the direction of

This couldn't be

was a series of deceptive moves with over a dozen variations. It was a martial arts masterpiece. In Westhaven, no one had ever escaped its reach. Obviously, no one had ever predicted the direction of his blade

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

could only use the hilt to block, unable to land a proper strike. He struggled to defend himself,

hadn't anyone come

each one, he was pushed further back. Desperately, he tried to create some distance, but Carissa kept the pressure on, her whip striking relentlessly. He had already been hit several times,

pride and confidence of Westhaven's greatest fighter was shattered, destroyed by the relentless, almost insulting way

hands on him...

frantic, his focus slipped. He made more and more mistakes, and

dodge the whip. It wrapped around him like a serpent, tightening around his neck. With one sharp pull, Carissa yanked him forward.