Seeing this scene, Garen could not help but recite a line of poetry:
"The bright moon rises above the sea; though far apart, we share this moment."
Garen fell into a daze, even forgetting to pick up the greatsword that had fallen to the ground.
His mind was filled with—
After brushing her hair back into place, Hancock blushed furiously and placed her hand back over her chest, barely covering the critical area that had just blinded Garen.
Garen abruptly snapped out of the highly impactful sight and sighed with lingering fear.
"Hurting others means hurting yourself first."
"What a vicious move!"
"..."
Hancock glared at Garen through gritted teeth, her eyes overflowing with furious flames, yet she did not dare retaliate no matter what.
Although her long hair could barely cover the Hoof of the Celestial Dragon on her back, it could not withstand any vigorous movement at all.
Hancock would rather die beneath Garen's sword than let this "Celestial Dragon" discover the slave mark on her back while she was alive.
"Surrender!"
Garen took a deep breath, and his voice finally returned to something resembling calm.
"You can't beat me."
Amid the silence, Hancock's eyes flickered.
A moment later, the tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a hint of seduction quietly appeared at the corners of her eyes and lips.
"I surrender."
With tears in her eyes, Hancock put on a pitiful expression and once again tried to charm Garen.
"Garen, give me something to wear first."
"No way!"
Garen rejected Hancock's request without hesitation.
"You!"
Hancock trembled with rage. The pressure of her arm against her chest increased unconsciously, revealing yet another splendid sight.
But Garen had personally seen far greater and more dangerous waves. How could he lose himself over such a half-hearted seduction trick without