The youth had traveled to every corner of the country but had never met a martial elite of Frank's caliber. He could take down most with relative ease and within seconds, and even those who lasted a couple of strikes were nothing to brag about either.

As such, his competitive nature was ignited now that he had met Frank, and he decided that he would enjoy this!

Still, he was started as he launched a jab, which Frank caught easily.

Chuckling, Frank said, "You're good, kid-I'd need at least thirty hits to defeat you without my power. But now that I do, you're really no different to me than the rest."

He squeezed just as he finished, tearing the youth's wrist before kicking him down to the floor.

The youth coughed blood and found himself staring at his own teeth on the floor.

Then, he turned in disbelief at his floored goons and then at Frank, who smirked as he studied him.

"No... That's impossible! How could I lose?!" he cried. "I'm a one-in-a-million prodigy! I should be invincible!"

"Prodigy?" Frank snorted, crushing his morale. "That's the bare minimum it takes to face me, and it still depends if I'm interested."

my line!" the youth bellowed, incensed. "Don't you

up right then, lifting him effortlessly by the shirt and

you hate his guts, lady." Frank chuckled. "And it's you who's most entitled to decide what to do with him, not me,

responsibility if anyone asks-no one would ever

endlessly at

it was all over for her,

about to let

the other hand, the youth was shrieking in panic, "What do

doing?! I'm warning

more men under

you hurt me,

you! Think about that!"

think I'd still be scared? I hate people

the youth,

Frank was eyeing the beggar, who was

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