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!"

then, moving so quickly that neither

was parrying all

would not win in martial arts, Tarkan backed two steps away and aimed two fingers at Frank. "It's been a while

fingertips, Frank exclaimed in exaggerated delight, "Wait, I think I've seen this before! Though I'm curious... does Midas shit gold

"Keep running your mouth, since

Tarkan shot a golden beam at

"I've underestimated you, Mr. Frankton... You're

original. Plagiarism might kill you one of

the quip and

erupted, blocking the

deafening, while Ghostly Six and Ezel could no longer see

was extraordinary, they could

martial artists. And while they could cast some techniques

Tarkan

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