bookpower Chapter 644 Slapped Back To Reality
Chapter 644 Slapped Back To Reality
"Karsa, calm down! This isn't like you!" Jeremiah shouted, trying to get her to rein in her emotions.
After seeing how effortlessly Shye Crowley handled his beloved division leader's initial attack, he quickly grasped the danger the young hero posed.
He knew that Karsa would inevitably lose if she kept fighting recklessly.
This was the first time he saw her in such a state, so he couldn't help but slightly panic.
They couldn't lose here.
Not in front of hundreds of thousands of onlookers.
Unbeknownst to him, Karsa, despite seemingly losing her cool, had long since regained her calmness.
She was simply luring Shye into making a move, knowing her attacks couldn't penetrate his defenses.
Karsa was experienced in duels.
Moreover, this wasn't the first time such a thing happened to her. She knew what to do.
Sure enough, just a few moments later, Shye managed to flawlessly parry Karsa's attack—a diagonally downward slash.
Her swinging motion was a bit too wide, allowing the young hero to immediately counterattack with a horizontal slash of his own.
Unexpectedly, Shye's strike suddenly went off-course, cutting through empty air as Karsa successfully ducked beneath the attack.
Now, she was the one in the perfect position to strike.
"Heh, imagine, Shye Crowley of the Black Dawn, falling for simple tricks. Pathetic." Karsa mocked as her furious expression vanished into thin air, replaced by her usual confident smirk.
Witnessing the sudden shift in the fight, Jeremiah was momentarily stunned, but a wide smile of realization soon spread across his face.
Even he was fooled!@@@@
"Hahaha! Karsa is still Karsa, after all!"
Only, how could Shye, with all the intellectual attributes needed to detect such an obvious trap, fall for a mere warrior's trick?
Had Karsa been a clever mage, she might have stood a chance.
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Ultimately, she couldn't make a decision in time, leading to the sharp sound of a palm striking a face reverberating across the dueling grounds.
To make matters worse, she had underestimated the force of Shye's signature move.
A part of her believed she could take it without moving an inch from where she stood.
After all, she had secretly trained her physique, knowing that her speed and power would lead people to assume she lacked toughness.
Even Shye believed this.
Unfortunately for her, despite her training, the resilience of her body wasn't sufficient.
She hurtled across the stage, skidding along its edges with her face twisted to one side and blood streaming from her nostrils.
"KARSA!!" Jeremiah exclaimed in utter horror and disbelief.
He knew there was no recovering from such a brutal slap. Hence, anger flared in his heart as he watched his beloved endure such ruthless humiliation.
Jeremiah never imagined anyone could be skilled enough to land a slap on Karsa, the woman he idolized and had fallen in love with.
He expected today to unfold like any other time she chose to teach someone a lesson.
Even Karsa's other underlings were dumbstruck, their mouths agape at what just happened.
On the other hand, the other camp was as happy as a clam, cheering and jumping in glee.
"Hahahahaha! That's my boss!"
"Hahaha! Nice slap, Crowley!"
"You should've knocked out a few more teeth, though!"
Despite the seemingly vicious fate she suffered, Karsa was conscious as Shye made sure to control the force of his slap.
However, although physically fine, her heart was in agony due to the humiliation she suffered.
The hateful cheers of Shye's underlings only served to fan the flames of rage welling within her.
In the next moment, Karsa rose to her feet, silently glaring at Shye, her eyes cold and filled with growing hatred.
"Fine, you want ruthless humiliation? I'll give you ruthless humiliation..."