Chapter 126
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As a Master of Fist Techniques.
Phra trained her fists, legs, shoulders, knees, and other body parts. In the process of battle, her body parts were her strongest weapons.
Training summoned beasts was a skill that summoners had to master.
Compared to the Dark Elves and Lie Demons, Phra's method of obtaining power was simply lacking. She couldn't rely on devouring like the Lie Demons to increase her strength, and she couldn't rely on sacrifices to gain the attention of the gods.
The Cat Goddess of Dance was different from Rose. The latter was a predator who hid in the dark and would use every opportunity to increase her strength. The Cat Goddess of Dance was a joker who loved to enjoy life. Compared to bloody sacrifices, she preferred to have an open meeting.
A few handsome men, or erotic intercourse, would attract the attention of the other party, and then send down power to increase the strength of the believers.
Phra and the Dance Goddess appeared to be in harmony, but were actually at odds.
The reason why the Cat people believed in the Dance Goddess was mostly because of their race. Compared to these honest Cat people, the true believers of the Dance Goddess came from some natural species.
The more chaotic, the happier.
This was a phrase that the Cat Goddess of Dance often said.
In this situation, Phra could only rely on herself. She grew through battle, and the high pressure of life and death situations forced her potential to be developed again and again.
And now …
The Ogre in front of her was undoubtedly the most perfect opponent.
The Ogre's face was uncertain, and his eyes gradually flashed with a fierce cold light. His throat moved, and rich power slowly poured out from his body.
Because of her petite body, Phra was mistaken for a weak woman. Without a doubt, Phra was underestimated.
In fact, to the Ogre, Phra's body wasn't even enough for them to eat a full meal.
"Si … ju …"
The Ogre's roaring language came out from his mouth. If translated into human language, it was similar to some insulting words.
The Ogre's beauty was in strength. In the eyes of normal people, Phra was a beauty, but in the eyes of the Ogre, she was no different from a small and thin chick.
A strange aesthetic.
This meant that even if the Ogres needed to reproduce, Phra would only be eaten if she was captured.
The male ogre took the lead. His eyes were filled with blood-red light, and his bloodlust made him extremely fanatical. He also raised the wooden club in his hand. It was obvious that he had entered the early stage of a berserk state. The surrounding companions scattered. Once the ogre went berserk, anyone could be implicated.
Phra's eyes shone with a cold light as she looked at the Ogre. Six faint golden scars appeared on her face, and the nails on her claws protruded.
In the next moment, she sped up again. She tiptoed and charged toward the ogre.
Collision!
At the same time, the ogre's wooden club suddenly swung down, smashing towards Fra's head. The thick wooden club was extremely sturdy, and if it hit, half of Fra's body would very likely be flattened.
At the critical moment, Phra twisted her waist and dodged the wooden stick in a strange posture. In the next second, she placed her hands on the wooden stick and leaped up with her hind legs!
"Meow!!"
Phra's voice was cold, and her speed was unbelievably fast. She stepped forward and stood on the Ogre's shoulder.
"Ih …"
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