"Stop talking and start attacking," I said, impatience creeping into my voice. "I don't have the patience to remember all your names."
My gaze swept across them, slow and dismissive.
"I'll just call you Trash One to Trash Ten… depending on your strength."
"BASTARD!" The first attacker moved.
Fast—but not impressive.
His fist shot straight toward my face. No hesitation. No probing strike. Just the intent to crush me.
Before it reached me, his arm turned black. The color spread across his skin like ink soaking into cloth.
"How original," I scoffed.
I tilted my head and dodged , jumping back. But he reacted fast. His arm wrapped around my waist, trying to drag me down.
"You want to fight me in a contest of strength?"
A laugh almost slipped out as I planted my feet firmly on the ground. His momentum stopped as if he had grabbed a steel pillar.
"Go on. Please continue what you're doing." I gestured casually.
