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.

shrieked, shaking with rage when

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 martial techniques too! You’re all getting

Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered new

common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable

aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit

is going on?” His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

in

effort to stabilize his

manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor’s circulation

laughed coldly. “It’d at

wrong just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that turbidness

slain one of our brothers and

be begging for us to end you soon

his fingers

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