CHAPTER 826
Clang—!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You could have tried better, my dear," Pluck taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.
The moment he blocked the heavy hit, Pluck was already coiled and ready to counter.
Sensing the shift in his momentum, Alba swiftly leaped back to create distance.
But unfortunately, the instant her feet touched the parched ground, Pluck materialized before her in the blink of an eye, defying the laws of inertia.
His massive fist shot through the air with deadly intent and terrifying velocity, aiming to end the duel then and there.
By the skin of her teeth, Alba ducked beneath the whistling punch and then proceeded to slash her sword upward, hoping to catch the Vice Leader in his exposed midsection.
Lifting his knee upward with practiced ease, Pluck intercepted the rising strike.
A loud, metallic clang echoed around the area, sending sparks flying between the blade and his hardened skin.
