At present, Henrietta was taking the lead in their exchange. Her swift movements, outpacing her opponent, were the only reason she could do so.
However, it wasn't a pace she could maintain forever.
Her Spirit Descent was like a furnace. The longer she held it, the more her Qi drained away. Every breath, every punch, every dodge bled her reserves dry like water slipping through a cracked jug.
And she knew it.
'As such, I need to end this before then…!'
Henrietta clenched her teeth, pressing the assault.
Her fists blurred, wrapped in searing blue flame as they hammered against her opponent's guard. The Blazing Wrath Fiend staggered backward step by step, cracks forming in the stone beneath her.
But even as Henrietta's fists found their marks, her enemy did not fall.
The fiend's body was like iron, forged in flame. Her muscles tensed like coiled steel, her flames burned hotter with every strike she endured, and her grin only grew wider.
