With two clean slaps, Shiloh sent Walter flying across the ring. She dashed forward two steps and launched into the air, delivering a powerful spinning kick.

Walter went soaring like nothing, crashing back onto the upper bleachers. The same place he had leaped from like some righteous hawk. The thuds and crashing sounds echoing from above left no doubt. The Driscoll family's Shadow Division leader had been wrecked badly.

Shiloh casually strolled back to Andrew, dusting her hands off like she had just finished a chore. She asked, "You good?"

Andrew gave a wry smile. "I'm fine. What about you?"

Shiloh's face was calm and cool. "What could happen to me? If you're fine, let's go. I'm starving."

Andrew's mouth twitched. "Shiloh, were you using your full strength just now?"

She tilted her head, looking genuinely confused. "I honestly don't know. It just feels like no matter who I'm up against, I'm never afraid. It feels like I can always handle it. But sometimes it depends on my mood. If I'm in a bad one, I can't really perform."

Her answer did not surprise Andrew. Her memory loss had caused gaps in her martial path, making her powers unpredictable. However, in certain situations, when she was in the right mood or when something triggered her, her true strength could erupt.

In other words, Shiloh might very well be a walking nuclear warhead.

in Jayrodale, but the only issue was that

Shiloh. "What you entered just now was the highest state of Torasesy's martial arts, right? Flowing

She muttered, "I

a level in martial arts.

annoyance, and she slapped

hear yourself? Who talks like that? Andrew, let's go already. This Driscoll guy?

stomping

proud heir of the

revered since childhood, and

Yet he had

slapped

but it stung his pride like acid. He glared

could not bring himself to

there, sulking. He could not understand

his handsome face was

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