Chapter 259 Rapier or Sword?

Chapter 259

Looking up, she saw Oliver standing still, his palm extended toward her, his expression calm and collected.

The faint glow of residual energy pulsed from his hand, fading slowly into the night air like the last embers of a dying flame.

He had attacked in that split second while she was distracted, but she had reacted just in time to block it. The palm strike had been stealthy and brimming with energy.

Had it struck anyone else, they would have been heavily wounded.

She glanced down at her hand, her claws trembling faintly from the residual force, and felt her lips curl in a sneer.