Chapter 122, Light Feather Short Sword_1

Anjia's power was far from trifling.

In their first round, the elf was sent hurtling backward, hitting the mountain wall behind with a loud thud.

Dirt and rocks scattered all around.

Anjia didn't hesitate in the slightest and immediately dashed toward her opponent, intending to strike while the iron was hot.

The elf slid down the mountain wall, avoiding Anjia's head-on punch in the nick of time.

Suddenly, she shifted steps.

She dodged the attack at an odd angle, her short sword swiftly twirling to stab into Anjia's ribs.

The series of movements were fluid and elegant.

Anjia twisted her body and avoided the attack as well.

"Interesting." A faint smile appeared on Anjia's face.

The very next second, her fists started raining down like a deluge, constantly striking various parts of the elf's body.

The elf was caught in a vicious cycle of rapid-fire attacks. Each time she tried to escape, she was forced back into the fray.

As the elf staggered from the relentless hits,