Frank was really not interested in having too much to do with Farek. "You've done nothing terrible, so leave right now. It won't do to lose your life here."

"Insolence!"

Farek, however, mistook Frank's kind advice for provocation.

Incensed, he drew his cleaver and leapt forward, slashing at Frank.

Frank started to turn his head aside to avoid it, but in response, Farek angled his cleaver horizontally toward his neck.

As such, Frank dropped to a crouch and launched a kick aimed at Farek's stomach. Farek dodged it, however, and was left frowning.

He laughed amazing, as one would expect of the martial elite who had slain White Raven!

"I definitely have the right place. And you can still fight... So let's do this!"

Holding his cleaver with both hands, Farek swung it at Frank's brow, and Frank sidestepped it.

the punches kept coming, and he had to use all the training he had in this life just to not

inevitable-and as he continued to

him, slamming him

was enough to leave Farek dumbfounded he would be dead if he were not

was so strong

long? Frank had clearly more than overwhelmed Farek-in fact, it looked like the Plough would not win even if they all went after

Sadie were certainly rejoicing that they picked the right side. Even if their group sent the others to come for revenge, they did not have to worry about their own

to his feet and hesitating for a moment. He now understood that he was not strong, and that it was Frank

be messed with and

mercy, Farek

Just bring me

wipe us out?" Farek asked, hearing the intent from Frank's voice. "I must warn you-they aren't to be

a match for you if you fought one

retorted coolly. "Don't worry about it. Just relay my

be seeing you," Farek replied, bowing

gone. "It's the first time I've ever seen Farek being afraid of

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