Eventually, as over a dozen youths from Kat's neighborhood joined the fray, she took down over twenty thugs.

Still, some of them carried machetes and knives, and Kat ended up getting cut in the forearm when one of them caught her off guard.

At her limit, she was panting heavily as she looked around, but the thugs were all down.

"Well done, kiddo!"

"I didn't think old Nash's kid was this good!"

"Your hands's bleeding... Quick, get it bandaged!"

Kat felt warmth unfurling in her heart from all the praise showered her way and puffed her chest as she turned toward the greasy-haired middle-aged man.

"Is that it? Hehehe..."

Somehow, the greasy-haired middle-aged man was not upset or blaming the thugs' incompetence, but was instead laughing... even clapping.

"So that's why you're so full of yourself, kid! You're actually a martial artist-half-baked, but I guess it counts!"

Kat glowered in turn and snapped, "If you get it, then leave!"

"Leave?"

middle-aged man paused for a moment and laughed even more loudly. "Kiddo, I could already see you're

out from the heavy

the men I

certainly darkened as she watched the thugs charged

neighbors who were so vocally approving

The greasy-haired middle-aged man

laughing even as he slowly walked toward them. "I was being nice, but since none of you knows what's good for you, you can all stay We just happen to

turned pale and started backing away, while Kat was left puzzled. "Piles? What's that supposed to

of the youths behind her tugged on her arm. "He means to drive us into the dirt, like

"What?!"

greasy-haired middle-aged man was within her range of attack

toward him instantly, her vigor unfurling as she yelled,

a Mystic

fool." The greasy-haired middle-aged

of dodging Kat's full

as fast as

large hand seizing Kat

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