Sneaking into a stranger''s roomte into the night, and sitting so boldly on his bed? Any man''s


    imagination would be led astray by such a clear invitation!


    "Anyway, I''m sorry for bothering you thiste at night." Katposed herself before leveling a serious


    look at Frank. "Frank Lawrence, right? I''m here to actually ask for a favor."


    "I see," Frank replied, not bothered to press the issue before. "Go on. Tell me."


    Kat''s eyes lit up right then. "Could you tell me why you''re such an amazing fighter? Do you have some


    sort of superpower?"


    "Superpower? What the heck is that?" Frank rolled his eyes. "I''m a martial artist, honed physically and


    mentally as a warrior. I''m strong enough to fight hundreds, let alone the paltry few at the karaoke bar."


    "Tch."


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    Kat clicked her tongue doubtfully, convinced that Frank was boasting. "You really like to exaggerate,


    don''t you? Can''t you give it a rest?"


    "It''s not my fault if you doubt me." Frank shrugged. "You have no idea so you won''t understand, like a


    hick who would think that the richest man in Draconia eats ten eggs every meal."


    Kat nodded thoughtfully at Frank''s metaphor—the average person would not recognize martial artists


    even if they see one, let alone understand their discipline. They would at best consider them a fellow


    human being who could fight better than the rest.


    "Fine, you''re amazing, and I don''t care if you''re exaggerating... Could you just teach me some moves,


    like the stuff on TV? I''m not going to ask to learn how to fly or anything—a couple of moves like the


    Excalibur is enough."


    Kat trailed off, her eyes widening in expectation.


    Frank chuckled in wry amusement. "What the hell are you talking about.?"


    Excalibur? The girl really watched too much TV.


    That being said, at Frank''s level, he could unleash his pure vigor more devastatingly than the Excalibur.


    Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Ahem. So you''re saying you want to join my sect?"


    "Shit, a sect? That''s so medieval, old man!" Kat rolled her eyes, speechless. "Just teach me


    something."


    Frank pursed his lips wryly. "Well, I can teach you a thing or two for Nash''s sake, but my martial


    discipline revolves around vigor control. Otherwise, it''s just a husk with no power to speak of. You have


    to start with vigor if you really want me to teach you."


    What? What''s vigor?" Kat appeared confused.


    "Well..." Frank nced at the TV in the room, paused, and said, "To put it simply, it''s the internal energy


    people draw upon to enforce themselves, like they do on TV." "Oh, I get it. It''s the stuff street


    performers do, hardening parts of their body to break bricks?" Kat eximed in realization.


    Frank pursed his lips and pretended not to hear her as he continued, "You need to be initiated into a


    sect if you really want to train your vigor.


    "Naturally, talent also ys an important role—you won''t be able to feel vigor if you''re not suited to be a


    martial artist. In contrast, you''d easily make the cut if you''re gifted."