"Tch."

Frank withdrew his fist, clicking his tongue with a look of dissatisfaction.

In fact, everyone around him could see that he was dissatisfied because he did not go all out.

Frank then turned, staring at the martial artists who were standing around, frozen stiff, their jaws almost dropping.

"What's so surprising?" he asked. "Oh, and I don't have to pay for any of that, right?"

Mr. Zoran nodded blankly at Frank's question.

Frank then looked up at the giant plasma screen overhead. His face was on the screen along, with a seemingly endless line of question marks where his punching strength should be shown.

Frank stared at it, frowning, before turning toward the petrified Tijil. "So? Does that mean I win?"

as he nodded

breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in

it to the

member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left feeling

she and the other Thousand

then that's it for today. Remember not to behave so pompously from now on,

Frank left proudly with Scarface,

gone, Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped limply on his

the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear

turned toward

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that, Mr.

around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank... That man just now...

"What?!"

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