"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?"

a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot.

by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come

to the martial artist

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

before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild

for today. Remember not to behave so

proudly with Scarface,

Tijil's knees

stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing

as he turned toward Tijil in

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that,

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

"What?!"

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