Andasu squinted her eyes, the magical scent slowly spreading, instinctively knowing how to control it. In this slightly spicy aroma, the muscular arms of the Liger Sisters thickened, and their veins throbbed.
"Haha, my strength is surging up."
Bonnie stomped her foot and charged at the attacking blade wielder like a battle chariot, while her sister dealt with another.
The blade wielder spun his curved saber dazzlingly, like the blinding sunlight reflecting off the desert; he was a master blade wielder of the sandland merchants.
But Bonnie didn't bother looking for flaws in his moves. She directly unleashed her full power with a heavy punch, the blade's edge on her finger tiger resonated with a dull thud as if shaking the air.
The blade wielder stopped swinging, stepped back, and evaded the following barrage of heavy punches. He knew well that this berserk woman could break his muscles and bones, and a Tier Three leather armor couldn't withstand such heavy blows.
