Chapter 882: Midnight Ambush

Anastasia Shayle had poured a frightening amount of effort into martial arts. Every night, she practiced her forms in the front courtyard. After she obtained the Eagle Claw Hook, she trained even harder, as if a drought-stricken field had finally tasted rain. She drilled day and night without pause. Beneath the wash of moonlight, her fists and claw strikes flowed into each other with effortless precision. When she snapped her hand out, it cut the air like a gust, fast enough to blur. Then she...