Frank glanced at Dwight’s vile smile even as he tried to play both sides.

“Move.” He growled a single word.

Dwight’s smile stiffened. “You sure you want to do this, kid?”

“You’re asking for it,” Frank retorted as he slowly turned and glared Dwight in the eye. “Move if you want to live.”

His pompous threat only left Dwight laughing. “No one has ever spoken like that to me in this business.”

“Someone has now,” Frank pointed out, impassive.

Dwight was incensed right then and grabbed Frank by the shoulder as he launched a punch at Frank’s abdomen.

“You asked for this!” He flashed a bloodthirsty grin, already envisioning Frank’s stomach bursting apart from his single punch.

Pow!

smile faded, replaced by

Crestone Fists—launched at such a short distance—had struck Frank

his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight seemed to see a

Dwight’s punch as it deflected the weight of the strike back

Crack.

skin and flesh peeling away as his bone turned to

just two seconds, his right knuckled

the top of his lungs even as he clutched the stump that was once

however, did not afford

Smack!

that his neck twisted

elite number thirty-two was eliminated

“Wait, what?”

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