After all, Frank was supposed to be Tarkan's next target, so he knew what Frank would look like.

"Not bad, you actually know my face... It's such a shame!"

"What is?" Tarkan was left puzzled.

"You, of course. You have both wit and strength, but you had to take such a terrible path."

Frank sighed, earnestly disappointed in people like Tarkan. "And now, I have no choice but to kill you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tarkan growled, incensed. "Are you saying that I'm definitely going down?"

"Correct!" Frank smiled, nodding.

"You asked for this!"

so quickly that neither the Ghostly

parrying all of Tarkan's

steps away and aimed two fingers at Frank. "It's been a while since anyone has forced

"Wait, I think I've seen this before! Though I'm curious... does

mouth, since you're not running

a golden beam at Frank, but it faded out just inches away

underestimated you, Mr. Frankton... You're the strongest

might kill you one of

the quip and

his fingers, and countless more beams erupted, blocking the skies like rain as everything

Ghostly Six

extraordinary, they could not help worrying about him

each strong, but only as martial artists. And while they

Tarkan at

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