Clang!

A black-clad man’s machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

“What?! Projecting your vigor… You’re actually Birthright rank?!”

The old man’s jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man’s wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men’s head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

“I’m here to help, Mr. Lawrence!”

Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger’s pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping

snorted. “I’ve been serving at Sage Lake Sect’s beck and call for years, but all of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my life, but he actually taught me

some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately

common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the

welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he

on?” His heart

Had he been poisoned?!

thought struck him. He could not move in time as a black-clad man’s fingers

his breathing while Quinn

manage to poison Frank

laughed coldly.

nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his

you’ve slain one of our brothers and

us to end you soon

fingers hardening with vigor as

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