Chapter 120: Janet

A beautiful bald demon stood in front of Janet, holding a huge double-headed axe in one hand. Her dark outfit covered most of her body, and her eyes were fixed on the dark-skinned wolf girl with braided hair standing a few meters away.

She suddenly laughed. "I saw you shifted to your wolf, why did you shifted back into your human form when you saw me?? Well, I don’t know your age, but you look younger than my sister." She tilted her head and studied Janet with interest. "Wait, I’ve heard a lot about the women in the high ranks of the wolf army. They all have special abilities, don’t they? What’s yours?"

Janet didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for her weapon and removed a beautiful folding fan. She held it in front of her face, covering half of it while her other hand moved to activate the second fan.

The demon lady stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Oh my gosh! Are you going to fan yourself while fighting me?"

She raised her huge axe and looked at Janet’s tiny weapon with amusement.

"Look at this thing! My weapon is probably heavier than your entire body. Do you really think you can hurt me with a fan?"

Janet remained quiet, ready to fight.

The demon shook her head, still laughing. "I honestly don’t understand why people are so afraid of you high-ranking wolves. What can a little—"

Before she could finish, Janet’s fan suddenly flew out of her hand.

The demon’s laughter stopped. The fan moved through the air at an incredible speed, and before she could raise her axe, its sharp edge passed across her chin.

A thin line of blood appeared.

The woman slowly touched her chin and stared at the blood on her fingers. The fan turned around in the air and flew straight back into Janet’s hand.

Janet caught it without even looking.

The demon’s expression changed. Did she just cut her with that fan? The woman’s face twisted with anger.

"You little—!" She charged toward Janet, raising her axe above her head. The heavy weapon came down with enough force to split the ground, but Janet had already moved away before it reached her.

The axe struck the ground, creating a loud crack. The demon quickly pulled it out and turned around, only to find Janet’s fan flying toward her again.

She raised her weapon to block it, but the fan changed direction halfway through and cut her arm.

The wound began healing almost immediately, but the demon’s expression became even uglier. She rushed forward again, swinging her axe from one side to another. The attacks were powerful enough to destroy anything they touched, but Janet kept avoiding them. She moved just before each strike landed, as though she already knew where the axe would go.

The demon frowned. How was she doing that?

She changed the direction of her attacks, sometimes swinging low and sometimes aiming for Janet’s head. However, the wolf girl continued escaping every strike, and her fan kept returning to cut another part of the demon’s body.

A cut appeared on her shoulder, followed by another on her cheek and one across her arm.

Although the wounds healed quickly, the repeated attacks were beginning to annoy her.

"How are you doing that?" she shouted. "Stop pretending! How do you keep knowing where I’m going to attack?"

Janet smiled faintly.

The demon’s eyes widened. She had been fighting for years, and she had never met someone who could avoid her attacks so easily. Janet wasn’t stronger than her physically, and her weapon was much smaller, but she was observing every movement.

The way the demon positioned her feet, the direction of her shoulders, and even the slight movement of her hands gave Janet an idea of what she planned to do next.

It was becoming difficult to land a single attack.

The demon let out an angry scream and started swinging her axe wildly. she didn’t care about making her attacks perfect. She simply wanted to hit Janet, even if she had to destroy everything around them.

Janet moved backward, but the demon suddenly changed direction and swung her axe toward her waist.

The attack landed.

A painful sound escaped Janet’s mouth as the powerful strike sent her flying several meters away. Her body crashed against the ground, and blood immediately began spreading across her clothes.

Her fan fell from her hand. The demon stopped and breathed heavily, watching Janet struggle to move.

Finally, she had managed to hit her.

She slowly approached, dragging her heavy axe along the ground.

"I underestimated your innocent face," she said, breathing heavily. "It’s a pity that you will die today."

Janet tried to push herself up, but the pain in her waist made her stop. She looked toward her fan, which had fallen a short distance away.

The demon reached her and raised the axe. She lifted the weapon high, preparing to bring it down toward Janet’s neck.

However, before the axe could fall, something sharp flew through the air.

The demon’s eyes widened. Her hand was suddenly separated from her body, and the axe fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

She screamed. "AHHH!"

Blood poured from her wrist as she stumbled backward, holding the injured arm with her remaining hand. She looked at the ground and saw Janet’s fan lying there.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

An ordinary fan had just cut off her hand! "How is that possible?" she shouted, staring at the weapon.

Janet slowly raised her head.

The demon’s face twisted with anger as she looked at her. "You little dog!"

She forgot about her missing hand and charged toward Janet, intending to crush her with her remaining strength.

But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

Something felt wrong. Her eyes moved downward, and she saw blood spreading across her stomach. For a moment, she couldn’t understand what had happened.

Then she felt a sharp pain. She slowly placed her hand against her stomach, and when she pulled it away, blood covered her palm.

A deep wound had appeared through her body, with the damage reaching all the way to her back.

Her eyes widened. She looked toward Janet, who was still lying on the ground.

She finally understood. The fan had not only cut off her hand also through her stomach before returning to Janet.

The demon’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She took one weak step before her knees gave way.

Her huge body crashed to the ground.

Janet watched her fall, breathing heavily. She had used too much strength to control both fans, and the wound around her waist was becoming more painful.

She tried to move her hand toward her stomach, but her strength was leaving her. Her vision became blurry...the demon weapon has a poison.