Chapter 85

　　CHRISTAL's POV 　　2 years later 　　I spun my body 90 degrees and raised a powerful kick towards the back of Luke, surprising him with my speed and the weight of the attack. He slides back while Mark run towards me tries to land a punch, only to et blocked by me and returning the punch at his stomach. We exchanged blows for a while until my eyes caught onto something flashy on his eyes. 　　Knife! 　　Without knowing, i used telepathy to remove the knife away from his hand- oh shit. 　　"Athena! How many times did i tell you to stop using magic during combat training!" My angry father yells at me. His ear fumes as this was my 5th scolding for the day. 　　Oh man. 　　Luke and Mark sticks their tongues out, obviously these idiots told dad again. I gave my father a playful smile, approaching him a a very adorable gesture by poking his shoulder. "But he took out a knife-" 　　"I don't need your excuses! Give me 200." He sighs. 　　"But i'm not in the wrong here! Come on dad! If you were clearly watching