Chapter hundred seventy eight

Viktor Petrovsk's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Let's do this again," he declared, his words dripping with malice as he charged towards Mecca, his movements swift and merciless.

Mecca braced herself for the onslaught, her muscles coiled with anticipation as she prepared to face her adversary once more. But even as Viktor closed the distance between them, she knew that this time would be different, that the stakes had never been higher.

With a sickening thud, Viktor's blow connected with Mecca's scapula region, sending a wave of searing pain radiating through her body. She gritted her teeth against the agony, her vision swimming as she fought to maintain her footing.

Before she could recover, another blow landed with brutal force, this time striking her nose with bone-shattering impact. Mecca cried out in pain, blood streaming from her battered nose as she struggled to regain her bearings.

Viktor seized the opportunity, his fingers closing around Mecca's neck with a vice