Chapitre 143: There Was No Escape

There were certain things that Han Jing had grown up with as a boy that lived in one of the most expensive city in his country—and that dagger was damn expensive! "Hey give it back—er, nevermind." He quickly stepped back as the dagger he let go was absorbed into the slime's body. He reluctantly then pulled out his second dagger from his inventory.

"Think Han, think!" He didn't even have much time to speak as he dodged the new set of tendrils and then felt one of them jab him right in his torso. It packed quite a punch. The young man doubled over in pain as he tried to step back, but his own reflexes failed him as one of the tendrils grabbed him by the leg and lifted him up from the ground.

And there was no time for snappy—the slime slung him back and forth across the walls. The man groaned in pain as he was treated like his sister's ragdoll. He held on to his dagger though as he raised it to cut the tendril off and accidentally stabbed his own leg.