Chapter 1207

Grace no longer dodged. She clenched her fists, slowly raising her arm until it rested near the corner of her eye. Her knuckles turned white. With a cold smirk, she looked at Mitchell. "Let's begin." People had seen women dance in dresses and even wield swords in dresses, but fighting in a dress? That was a first. Yet, Grace not only avoided any wardrobe mishaps but also fought with effortless grace, as if she were dancing. The Jeffersons were stunned as they watched her move like a figure from a dream. A spinning kick typically evoked images of a burly man with hairy legs unleashing a powerful, forceful strike. However, when Grace lifted her leg, her movements cut through the air with precision. The hem of her beige dress fluttered, adding elegance to the fight. The Jeffersons had been worried about Grace. Then, as the battle unfolded, they were simply mesmerized. Mitchell, on the other hand, had no actual technique. His attacks were wild and reckless, driven by frustration rath