Terrible Tornado herself was stunned.
At this moment, the sensation of her body was so clear.
The warm, firm grip of the man's arm continuously transmitted through the thin fabric of her daringly cut black dress, making her skin tingle.
Her mind was blank; she even forgot to resist.
Her petite body was effortlessly held in Han Sen's single arm.
Beneath the high-slit black skirt, two slender, straight, and flawless long legs, bathed in the emerald afterglow of Psychokinesis, gleamed with a delicate, silky white luster.
Her exquisite small face, usually filled with indifference and impatience, now displayed a rare and captivating blush, spreading from her cheeks all the way to her delicate earlobes.
Her emerald eyes were wide and round, staring blankly at Han Sen's side profile, so close to her.
In that state, she bore no resemblance to the strongest ace of the Hero Association; she was clearly just a startled, bewildered…
Flustered kitten.
"You… you pervert! Let—let me go!"
It took a full three seconds for Terrible Tornado to find her voice, her shriek of shame and indignation carrying a tremor she herself didn't even notice.
"No, we're leaving."
Han Sen nodded slightly at the completely petrified Sitch, then, holding the slightly struggling Terrible Tornado in one arm, unleashed his superpower.
Pale golden Psychic energy waves erupted from beneath his feet like the exhaust of a rocket.
Boom—!!!
A brilliant golden streak of light, like the sun, enveloped a slightly flustered emerald starlight, the two figures resembling two intertwined comets.
They instantly shot through the open glass doors of the hall, transforming into a spectacular rainbow tearing through the sky, rushing towards the uninhabited wilderness outside City A!
The terrifying sonic boom exploded several seconds later, and the resulting shockwave once again scattered everything in the hall.
Sitch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear; he stumbled to the shattered doorway and looked up at the rapidly disappearing dual-colored light in the sky.
A sense of relief at having survived surged through him, making him let out a long sigh.
—Thank goodness… thank goodness they went to fight outside!
—Mr. Han Sen, he really… helped out greatly again!
This day, for all the citizens of City A, was like a several-hour, never-ending preview of a disaster movie.
No one knew when it started, but the earth fell into an endless low-frequency tremor.
Initially, people thought it was just a normal minor earthquake, but they soon realized things were far from simple.
The tremors did not originate from the unpredictable plate movements deep underground, but from the vast, uninhabited wilderness outside the city.
Boom—Rumble—!
It was as if two ancient beasts were engaged in the most primal and savage battle.
The continuous roar, like rolling thunder, traveled tens of kilometers, clearly reaching every corner of the city.
The glass windows of tall buildings collectively played a grating symphony, and the car alarms on the streets were triggered one after another.
Sharp wails rose and fell, merging into a chaotic ocean of noise.
The entire city seemed to be on the edge of a giant cradle, being violently shaken by an invisible large hand.
Online, various doomsday theories ran rampant, and citizens spent a long and torturous day in panic and unease.
No one knew that the source of such continuous strong tremors, which even caused the Hero Association's disaster early warning system to nearly collapse, was merely one man and one woman…
Stretching their limbs.
…
…
That night, when the last tremor shaking the earth finally subsided,
At the edge of the wilderness, an ancient open-air hot spring inn with warm lights welcomed two special guests.
One tall and one short, two dust-covered figures walked into the inn's entrance.
If Han Sen merely had a bit of dust on his clothes, and his aura was long and refreshed as if he had only just completed a vigorous warm-up,
Then Terrible Tornado beside him was like a defeated general just dragged off the battlefield.
Her iconic, daringly cut black high-slit dress was now tattered and almost reduced to rags.
The skirt was torn with countless gashes, revealing large expanses of her fair, delicate skin.
It was also stained with some dust and grass from the battle, looking utterly disheveled.
Her proud emerald wavy hair was also messy, with a few strands clinging limply to her sweat-beaded cheeks.
Her exquisite small face, which always exuded arrogance and impatience, now only showed deep fatigue and an lingering…
Shame and indignation.
The strongest Psychic's physical and mental strength were both completely exhausted in this one-sided spar.
Just by looking at their appearances, the outcome of this battle was obvious.
Facing Han Sen, this unreasonable monster whose strength was continuously growing and evolving, leveling up non-stop under the stimulation of Supernatural Power and planetary energy!
Terrible Tornado's Psychic talent, which was unparalleled in human history, was crushed and torn apart again and again, like a toy!
She was more like a kitten, desperately flailing its claws, yet easily pinned down by an adult male lion.
Aside from impotent rage, she could not offer any effective resistance.
It is well known that once a battle in the wild is lost, there is only one fate for the defeated dog, and that is…
To be completely consumed by the victor.
The law of nature has been in operation since the moment life began, and this time was no exception.
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In her occasionally raised eyes, Terrible Tornado's gaze towards Han Sen was even more complex than before the battle began.
Three parts loss, three parts unwillingness, three parts gnashing of teeth, and hidden deep within, a submission and dependence she herself was unwilling to admit.
"Hmph…"
Turning her head away in private shame was Terrible Tornado's last stubbornness.
The physical fatigue was hard to alleviate, but Terrible Tornado's spirit… or rather, her Psychokinesis, was unusually excited!
The upper limit of her power, which she herself had never paid attention to, inexplicably showed signs of loosening, as if it had absorbed some higher-level nutrient, and the essence of her power was transforming towards a higher dimension.
—Could it be because of…
Terrible Tornado gnashed her teeth inwardly more than once; the pursuit of great power was naturally what she desired.
But as soon as she thought that the source of the change was caused by Han Sen, she wished she could tear the moon down with Psychokinesis and smash him!
"Welcome."
An old proprietress with white hair and a kind smile poked her head out from behind the counter.
Seeing their appearance, a knowing smile flashed in her weathered, cloudy eyes.
Her gaze shifted back and forth between Han Sen and Terrible Tornado, finally settling on Terrible Tornado's almost fiery eyes, and her subtle, awkward posture, which, although she used Psychokinesis to float, she couldn't hide.
Terrible Tornado's delicate body instinctively tensed, as if she was struggling to maintain balance, concealing a certain soreness and discomfort from her core.
The proprietress's smile deepened, and she slowly asked, "Oh my, we have guests so late at night."
"Guests, would you like a shared bath?"
"Yes, together."
Han Sen answered succinctly, as if stating something self-evident.
"Wa-wait… who wants to be with you, you… Ugh!"
Terrible Tornado instinctively wanted to retort, her voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness and unruliness from the battle, but to others, it sounded more like some kind of…
Post-event petulance.
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