1206 A Strong Lady.

"Get her! Get her! Get the traitor's Daughter!"

"No. No. No. No...Watch out!!!"

~Boom! Bam! Pah! Bam!~

The 5 people who had rushed towards Lucy were now heavily injured, with 4 looking dead?

They weren't making any sound or even moving.

And with their throats pierced or slit open, they should be dead, right?

As for the last one of them, that person was faintly moaning, but with that kind of injury on the chest, it would be a miracle if the person survived for more than a minute.

In the end, all 5 witches died without even crossing the line Lucy had drawn earlier on.

And the remaining witches only grew murderous from the sight before them.

Grief covered their face when she thought that her innocent, poor sisters had died miserably in the hands of the enemy's daughter.

They clenched their hands and started fidgeting back and forth, as of waiting for a single command from their leader before they unleashed hell on this good-for-nothing b**ch.

Princess? Heh. In their eyes, she was a floozie. A mere whore. A scum of a woman who didn't even deserve to be in their future world ruled by women.

Just look at her arrogant and traitorous behaviour?

Such a woman would definitely fight for men if left alive.

Heh. As expected. The apple didn't fall far from the tree. The traitor's blood ran deep in her daughter's flesh!

But you know, the death of their comrades wasn't for nothing.

At least now that they knew what her skill level was and won't let their sisters die in vain. They would definitely bring this villain to justice to answer for her crimes against them.

Just thinking about it made them want to hold their heads and cry in pain. What did they, as women, ever do to deserve this? Why must they be killed so? Somehow, they still linked this issue to men.

Yes. If not for men, would the traitor betray them in the first place? Would her daughter also be doing so? In short, the root cause of the problem was men!

They looked at the bodies of the fallen and fell in deep silence: 'sisters. Go in peace and rest beside the goddess. We will avenge you!'

Now, Number 5 wasn't taking any chances anymore: "Everyone! Subdue. Subdue this traitor fast!"

"Yes!" The rest replied in unison, leaving the murderous Number 5 behind.

Good. Cripple this b**ch!

~Swish!

Lucy's eyes opened won't as she grabbed Kora harder and lever back as fast as she could.

Breath out. Breath in.

Every time she moved or did something, every strike, grab, push or pull, was also all about breathing control.

Lesson 002. Doing this would not only keep the air flowing in and out, which was paramount in a fight, but also make everything she did powerful!

Bigger breaths and timing could make one a fierce warrior on the battleground.

Lucy leaned back with her right hand and feet firmly planted to the ground, while her left hand kept holding Kora tightly.

And after missing the first jab attack at her, she took in a deep breath and quickly raised one of her legs and asserted 90% of her strength into Kicking her opponent away.

What??!!!

The opponent flew back spot hard, knocking down a few, and even carrying them along until they landed on the wall close by.

But the horrifying thing was that after landing on the wall, one of those flying back broke their skull and died on the spot, in turn also cracking the wall.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The cries of the injured echoed out.

And enemy eyes flickered in shock as they had just been awakened to a new level of Lucy's raw strength.

What the hell?

Are you sure you are human?

"_"

The witches were utterly baffled by what they had just seen.

But unbeknownst to them, Lucy, who had used 90% of her raw strength, was nothing compared to Landon who could do the same thing at a 30% strength usage instead.

Well, Lucy did use 90% of her strength in that one kick. But previously, she had been maintaining everything at a 40~50 rate.

This time, she felt that these women were more serious than ever. And if she dared to underestimate them, or it could be Kora who died in the end.

Of course, she still held back 10% of her strength because as Landon always said, a person must have a 'hand' or something more when facing enemies.

What could she say?

She kept that 10% as a security measure.

She did hate king people.

But in this situation, she felt like the ancestors would forgive her.

She swore that after this, she would go for penance and pray for their souls.

Of course, if they obediently get hurt and lay low, then that was fine. They would end up as prisoners. But if they tried any funny stuff and she accidentally killed them, then the heavens would understand that she was cornered.

Hmhm... She was a good girl.

Like so, Lucy adjusted her mindset even more and was now ready for Round 2.

Once again, she took bigger breaths while vigilantly watching her surroundings.

At the same time, everyone now stopped and held out their weapons too, moving back and forth again and again.

A drop of sweat slid down the face of one of the enemies and quickly flew downwards, detaching itself from the enemy's face.

Time was frozen yet again.

And as if on cue, when the single drop fell, the battle began all over again. But this time, fiercer than ever.

~Bam!

"Lay down, traitor!"

~Swish!

"We said lay down and Fall!"

~Bam!