"Bullying a child?" Creed almost thought he had misheard. "Aren't you flattering yourself? Please, you're just slightly better than us at best. Against the real deal, you're no different from an average Joe! Of course, if you're spooked, pretend I never said anything!"

To add insult to injury, Creed flashed a wink at Thalos provokingly, sending him flying into a rage!

"Why don't we make a bet, Creed? If I beat him, you'll kowtow to me thrice!"

Thalos thought since he was determined to fight Frank anyway, he might as well get something out of it, or he would just be scorned for bullying a kid!

Creed laughed. "Fair enough. As for my wager, you and your son must do the same to that man if you lose."

Thalos nodded confidently. "Don't worry, that won't happen!"

Then, turning toward Frank, he snorted. "I won't bully you too much, kid. As long as you fight me, I promise-"

"I'll let you have three free strikes!" Frank said, cutting him shot.

Thalos' brow furrowed, his face contorting in rage.

What was that supposed to mean?! A kid letting a senior have three free strikes?

idea that Frank had heard

mocked for going

just did not expect Thalos to be narrow-minded, and that he really despised anyone stealing

he snarled and whipped out his dual

or the way of the blade, he was on the verge of the Ascendant rank. The smoothness with which he transitioned from one

not that hard to reign

he's born a Cumur. If he were in my clan, I wouldn't even be considered

he

a sharp turn as

not when Frank's moves were far more elegant and

Mr. Cumur!" As Frank dodged Thalos' three slashes, he kicked Thalos square in the

cruder than the kicks that

behind the kick far

agony left Thalos gasping, as if he had just woken from

there was anything

it possible that they were telling the truth all along, that this pretty boy really was the chief of Mystic Sky Guild, whose very name struck fear

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