Chapter hundred seventy nine

Mecca's breath came in ragged gasps as she shed her jacket, as she wielded it as a makeshift shield against Viktor's gleaming dagger. Across the chamber, Viktor circled her with predatory intent, his eyes alight with a sinister gleam as he prepared to strike once more.

With lightning speed, Viktor lunged forward, his dagger flashing in the dim light as he aimed for Mecca's vulnerable flesh. But she was ready, her reflexes honed by years of training as she used her jacket to block his deadly thrust.

As the dagger glanced harmlessly off the fabric, Mecca seized the opportunity to strike, her leg lashing out with deadly precision. Her foot connected with Viktor's buccal region with bone-jarring force, blood spewing from his mouth as he staggered back in pain.

Viktor spat out the blood, his grin widening as he regarded Mecca with a mixture of admiration and contempt. "Impressive," he remarked, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the chamber. "But you'll have to do better than