Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Carissa pointed with her Rose Spear toward where she had fought Michael.

“If your eyes are still working, see why Michael surrendered for yourself.”

The location wasn’t far, just about seven or eight paces away. Aurora followed the direction Carissa indicated, and took a deep breath.

She saw five cracks on the ground, each twisting and winding, as if a centipede had crawled through. They converged at one spot.

That spot was roughly where Michael had been standing. The cracks seemed to have passed through beneath his feet. One crack was about the size of a footprint, Indicating a lighter impact. It appeared that Carissa’s inner force had struck Michael’s feet, causing this lighter crack.

If Carissa hadn’t carefully controlled her inner force, it could have crippled Michael’s legs. That was why he had surrendered.

Aurora took a deep breath, realizing that in Carissa’s presence, she had been thoroughly defeated.

However, she straightened herself quickly, clinging to Barrett’s arm and leaning against him. She displayed the kind of smile she had previously scorned–a delicate and charming smile.

I lost to you in the challenge, and my skills may not be as good as yours. But I’m the one who secured Victory

hold a higher rank in the future, I will still have beaten you

remained cool

female general. Why would I want to replace you? After you said those words that trampled on women’s dignity,

smile faltered, and she struggled to maintain it. “Hah! Now you’re attacking my character. It seems you do care, after all. Why else

raised her chin

you dare to claim that you didn’t come to the battlefield to overshadow me? Your intentions are unworthy! You entered the battlefield with personal motives and no true loyalty to defend the nation. In

Spear with casual elegance. She threw Aurora a fleeting smile,

overly narcissistic is a sickness. You should see a physician to

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“What?!”

a

saying

enraged and embarrassed. She screamed at Carissa’s

didn’t turn around or offer a reply. Her silhouette stretched in the firelight as she leaped. gracefully into the air, soaring towards the city tower. Her form was swift as an eagle. As she neared the city tower,

towards the open field, where

with poor character, one might as well be

retrieved an arrow from the city wall soldiers, and shot it with a flick of her wrist. It sliced through the air, and landed precisely in the middle of the cracks. Then, she sent a