Chapter 121: The Power of a Single Sword

Hong Ling flicked her long whip, turned her head, and cast a cold glance at Han Ke, but she did not answer. She found the man’s gaze repulsive.

"Heh, let them make a mess inside; the more chaotic, the better! For now, Awakened against Awakened—that’s only fair!"

"Hmph, fair?" Hong Ling sneered. "Not to mention a grown man picking a fight with a woman, how can you, a Level 5 Awakened, talk about fairness with me, someone who just reached Level 3? It’s laughable!"

"Beauty, why so much hostility? To be honest, I really don’t want to hit a woman. If you put down that whip, perhaps we could discuss the meaning of life, or have some deeper interaction... hehe..."

Han Ke grinned lecherously. He was absolutely confident he could suppress the woman before him, so he wasn't afraid of her at all. He had been pent up for days, and now, regardless of the consequences, he figured he might as well spout some nonsense and take advantage of the situation.

"Tch, you?" Hong Ling scoffed, her face filled with undisguised disdain. "There is only one person in this world qualified to say that to me. Hmph, what do you think you are? Interaction? Go screw yourself!"

Hong Ling swore without a shred of ladylike decorum, making Han Ke’s eye twitch. He could tell that she wasn't just cursing him for the sake of it; she truly felt that way, or else that look of contempt wouldn't have been so authentic.

This incensed Han Ke. Damn it, a mere Level 3 Awakened, and she really thinks she’s someone special? Let’s see how I torture you in a minute!

"Hmph!" Hong Ling let out a cold snort. Undeterred by the fact that Han Ke was two levels higher than her, she swung her long whip and struck first.

However, facts proved that no matter how confident she was, the gap in strength remained unchanged. Under the pressure of his level, even with Hong Ling fighting for her life, she gradually fell behind.

Moreover, Han Ke was extremely sinister. His weapon was a long axe, a melee class weapon, which already gave him a significant advantage against a ranged fighter. Furthermore, while attacking, Han Ke kept a lecherous smile on his face, aiming repeatedly at Hong Ling’s chest and abdomen, clearly intent on taking advantage of her.

In such a close-quarters struggle, the girl was undoubtedly at a severe disadvantage. To avoid Han Ke’s wandering hands, Hong Ling had to abandon her defense several times, causing her health bar to steadily deplete.

This infuriated Hong Ling, yet she was powerless to stop it, only able to curse him for being despicable and shameless as they fought. But for someone as thick-skinned as Han Ke, these words were mere background noise. He not only refused to hold back but became even more unscrupulous, targeting her private areas without the slightest pretense. The message