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.

move is yours,” Carissa offered, showing no signs of fatigue after the

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

her elbows

back.

But before he could steady himself, a flurry of kicks came his way. He barely had time to brace himself, dodging and evading

balance slipping. His insides felt like they were rearranging themselves,

work–he needed a new strategy. Gritting his teeth against the discomfort, he closed the distance between

on her legs, he completely forgot about Carissa’s superior

close combat, with no weapons involved, fists

his skull. Alistair found himself unable to mount any sort of counterattack–everything was happening too

counted off, “45,

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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 kick

space to execute it, but Carissa employed it at close range, combining fluidity with overwhelming power.

to get up

his feet. Alistair gazed

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