"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?"

say a word as

"Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr.

you don't have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial

most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left feeling

pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members were utterly

today. Remember not to

left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat in

Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped limply

turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in his

finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

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

"What?!"

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