Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 822

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.

the earlier rounds. She still looked as energized as when she had

her take a slight stance, he knew she was ready. He feinted 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

easily. She brought her elbows up,

back.

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

Alistair felt his balance slipping. His insides felt like they were

strategy. Gritting his teeth against the discomfort, he closed the distance between them,

he completely forgot about Carissa’s

combat, with no weapons involved, fists

and a third hammered into his skull. Alistair found himself unable to

counted off, “45, 46,

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exchange, Carissa easily broke through his defense and raised her leg high in a swift motion. Her foot was level with her body, and she drove a

was the same technique he had tried to use earlier. He had the space to execute it, but Carissa employed it at close range, combining fluidity with overwhelming power. Alistair hadn’t seen

up meant he had

him to his feet. Alistair gazed