Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Aurora spat out a mouthful of blood. Carissa’s kick seemed to have nearly dislocated her internal organs. It left her in such agony, she couldn’t make a sound for a long time.

Her face was ashen as she instinctively touched her neck, feeling the blood on her fingers. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably–not from fear, but from the sheer inability to accept this outcome.

She looked at Carissa in disbelief. Such martial skills were beyond anything she had ever seen. How did Carissa, of all people, possess such formidable abilities?

Aurora recalled how Barrett had once mentioned that Carissa had hurt him by simply flicking leaves, a statement that had seemed laughable then. Now, after experiencing it firsthand, a surge of jealousy and hatred gnawed at her.

This swift defeat was a brutal slap in her face.

Earlier, she had accused Carissa of relying on connections to rise in rank, causing several officers to be punished. Even before the fight, she had loudly berated Carissa, inciting a furor among the troops.

Now, Carissa had used her prowess to refute those claims. Throughout the entire confrontation, Carissa spoke only one sentence without offering any defense.

Barrett hurriedly came to support her, asking anxiously, “Are you hurt? Is it serious?”

chest still aching terribly. Despite

realization that no

wasn’t even the

to relinquish her position

seemed to fade, leaving only a buzzing in her head. All the sounds converged into a single, unyielding thought: she couldn’t

accept this

master as skilled as Carissa’s. Carissa’s exceptional martial arts were due to her influential family. Top martial artists were easily intimidated by her father and brothers‘ reputations, forcing them

hadn’t lost to

had lost to Carissa’s privileged

have the same

Barrett grasped Aurora’s hand.

She struggled to reclaim her voice, tears spilling over. “Barrett, I didn’t lose! If I had a background like

for a moment before nodding

the Rose Spear back to Carissa. His voice amplified with inner force, he announced, “The Mystic Army will remain under the command of General Sinclair. As for General

statement, the matter

utter panic. Yet she stubbornly stood her ground, her eyes burning with defiance. She couldn’t let Carissa see her falter. Even in defeat, she had

spare Aurora a glance. Instead, she locked eyes with Rafael, her grip on the Rose Spear