"First, the clamp attack!"
"Aim at the target in front of you and attack with all your might!"
"Huh — hah!"
As a high-levelwise Fond Spirit, Huazhu doesn't need circuitous language for guidance.
As soon as Ye Hanjun gave the instruction, she took a step forward, her bare foot stomping on the ground, her right arm swung, like a hook punch.
While she has a humanoid torso and well-shaped right-angle shoulders, the end of her slender forearm is equipped with a black scorpion pincer.
This indeed significantly reduces the purity of a young girl in the Desert Witch Clan, aligning more with the image of deformed demi-humans than the widely skilled and graceful witches of traditional imagination.
"Ding ding ding——"
With a fixed target within a step's distance, it's impossible to miss with her skill.
The front of the pincer, similar to a pair of scissors, firmly clamped the target, the saw-toothed spikes rubbing back and forth.
