Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 92
Posted on January 26, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
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Chapter 92

Carissa planted the Rose Spear firmly in the ground and tied up her hair. The biting northern wind whipped her garments, creating a fierce sound. She lifted her chin slightly, her gaze as cold as the snow. โ€œItโ€™s fine as long as I win?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s right!โ€ Michael called out loudly. โ€œIf you defeat me, I swear to follow you to the death and never go back on my word.โ€

โ€œGood luck, Lieutenant Brown!โ€

โ€œDefeat her! Sheโ€™s using the military achievements of her father and brothers to rise above us!โ€

โ€œHow can she, a mere woman, command the Mystic Army with false merits? Lieutenant Brown, weโ€™re all unhappy with this arrangement. Show her whoโ€™s better!โ€

Michaelโ€™s voice was cold. โ€œGeneral Sinclair, did you hear that?โ€

Carissa glanced at the roaring Mystic Army before gripping the Rose Spear. โ€œAlright, letโ€™s get started!โ€

Michaelโ€™s eyes were filled with disdain. โ€œDonโ€™t accuse me of bullying a woman, General Sinclair. Iโ€™ll let you make the first move!โ€

โ€œThank you!โ€ Carissa smiled, her lips curling, the beauty mark under her eye strikingly prominent.

In the distance, Barrett, Aurora, and several soldiers watched from the city walls.

Auroraโ€™s gaze was indifferent. โ€œIt seems someone is challenging Carissa.โ€

Though some distance away, Barrett clearly saw Michael step forward to challenge Carissa. He furrowed his brows, knowing Michael would be no match for her.

โ€œMichael is considered one of the strongest in the Mystic Army. I wonder how many blows Carissa can endure against him,โ€ Aurora remarked with interest.

Barrett shook his head slowly. โ€œMichael canโ€™t win.โ€

Aurora laughed heartily. โ€œBarrett, you seem quite protective of Carissa. Letโ€™s just watch.โ€

She squinted, wishing fervently that Michael would force Carissa to her knees and make her beg for mercy. People like Carissa, she thought, only tarnished the reputation of all women.

In the open field, Carissa raised the Rose Spear and thrust it directly at Michaelโ€™s right arm. He laughed maniacally, seeing her move as ridiculous. How did such a delicate woman even make it to the battlefield to embarrass herself? It was utterly laughable!

Michael wasnโ€™t the only one laughingโ€”the remaining Mystic Army soldiers also erupted in laughter. Carissa looked like she couldnโ€™t even hold her spear properly! She was soft and gentle; she didnโ€™t have any strength at all!

Just as Michael reached out to grab the spearhead, he felt a buzzing vibration from the Rose Spear. He immediately realized it was infused with inner force. If he were to grab the spear, and if her inner force was substantial, his arm could be shattered by the shock!

He instinctively pulled back, but it was too late to evade. The spearhead pierced his left shoulder, going straight through his iron armor, wounding his shoulder blade and drawing blood.

Michael was horrified. What seemed like a soft and weak attack was actually a concealed, powerful strike!

โ€œThank you for your kindness!โ€ Carissa said, withdrawing the Rose Spear and holding it firmly upright.

The ground within a two-yard radius of the spearhead had cracked, creating several fissures that stretched to Michaelโ€™s feet and beyond before ending abruptly. There were five cracks in total, winding and jagged like long centipedes. At close range, the cracks were clearly visible to the Mystic Army soldiers standing behind Michael in formation; those in front could even see the blood dripping from Michaelโ€™s shoulder.

Michaelโ€™s face turned ashen. Why bother continuing the fight? He had lost. With such powerful inner force, even if he used all his strength, it was impossible to last ten blows against her. Defeating her was absolutely out of the question.

The scene was deathly silent. Only the cold northern wind howled.

Michael knelt on one knee, holding his sword and raising it to Carissa. His voice trembled as he said, โ€œI, Michael Brown, am willing to obey your orders, General Sinclair!โ€

From the distant city walls, Aurora laughed heartily. โ€œIs that it? That was pathetic. The marshal must have arranged for Michael to do that, right? He just stood there and let her stab him once, and thatโ€™s considered a victory for her? Winning with just one move? Sheโ€™s truly invincible, isnโ€™t she?โ€


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