Joan moved with astonishing speed and perfect form. Her actions blended feminine grace with an overwhelming air of dominance. Her hands darted through the crowd like a flurry of petals, and with a series of sharp cracks, every member of the Surrender Faction blocking her path was sent flying. These so-called martial experts couldn’t last a single move against her—they crashed in all directions, bones snapping, blood spraying, dropping dead in an instant.
"All of you, get off the boat! Circle around and attack that big tree!" Silver Priest barked, waving both palms toward Joan. On a battlefield like this, mere mortals were totally out of their league. But Joan didn’t bother tangling with him; she spun like a phantom, her tiny frame radiating a sky-filling aura, and struck straight at Master Ruin.
Pick the softest persimmon to squeeze—in Joan’s eyes, Master Ruin was that soft persimmon.
"Damn woman, you dare look down on me!" Master Ruin shouted, furious. A surge of ghostly green energy flooded out as his hands turned a sickly shade of green. "Xuanming Chain Palm!"
Boom boom boom! Green palm prints fired off like rapid-fire cannonballs, raining down everywhere. But Joan’s eyes flashed; she tapped the deck lightly and floated away like a water sprite—classic Lingbo Microstep. Unlike Duan Yu’s half-baked version, Joan’s Lingbo Microstep was pure perfection. She dodged every palm print, even tricking them into blasting indiscriminately all over the place.
With a series of thunderous crashes, the palm prints tore through equipment and turned the deck into chaos in a blink. Not only did Xuanming Palm fail to hit its target, it exploded right beside the Sixth and Seventh Copper Priests, forcing them to scramble in a mess. Silver Priest unleashed his full power, chasing after Joan. But Joan flashed forward and closed in on Master Ruin, raising her delicate hand and pressing it right onto his chest.
In that instant, Master Ruin broke out in a cold sweat.
Boom! A deafening explosion, and Master Ruin spun through the air like he’d been hit by a cannonball. Crack! He slammed straight into the ship’s main mast, punching a huge dent into the thick wood. His head spun, his body ached all over, and he could barely breathe. Glancing down, he saw his protective energy shield had nearly shattered—if he hadn’t gone all-out just now, he’d be a goner.
Where did this woman come from?!
How can there be a master like this?!