"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?"

staring blankly at Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot. "Well, that works

Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in another few days to try

to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to

even Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left feeling

pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles

it for today. Remember not to behave so pompously from now on,

warning, Frank left proudly with

knees buckled, and he dropped

Frank broke, immense fear showing

breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

Guild members gathered 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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