Kurotama paused slightly, surprised to see Sylla wearing a set of spiked knuckle guards. That was not what surprised her—the surprising thing was... these things could actually block her katana?
She had tested it before. Even an Imperial Arm could crack after taking several consecutive blows, yet the things on his hands were not even Subject Arms, and they could still withstand her sacred relic.
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While Kurotama was distracted, Sylla swung his fist again. Riding a fierce gale, it smashed brutally against Kurotama's blade.
Kurotama felt a tremendous force travel through her body, forcing her back a step. Compared to strength... Kurotama excelled more in agility and flexibility. Though the Stigmata enhanced her, her base strength was not particularly high, so a percentage increase did not amount to much.
When Sylla followed up with another punch, Kurotama seemed to have anticipated it. Her supple body bent sharply, evading the incoming fist. A cold glint flashed from her hand like lightning, stabbing toward Sylla's ribs—right where his heart was!
This was what her teacher had taught her. The move itself was not particularly difficult, but it placed extremely harsh demands on the body. One needed exceptional flexibility, or one might very well twist one's own waist apart.
Just as Sylla was about to be pierced, a sharp wind blade shot over and struck the edge of Kurotama's long blade!
With a crisp clang of metal, blood sprayed into the air!
Obstructed by the wind blade, Kurotama's sharp sword was knocked slightly off course, grazing past Sylla's ribs. Blood immediately splattered out.
Kurotama found it slightly regrettable. If no one had interfered, she would have killed him. Though he was bleeding heavily now, it was only a flesh wound and nothing serious...
She turned