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!"

moving so quickly that neither the Ghostly Six nor Ezel could catch

the other hand, Frank was parrying all of Tarkan's blows with relative ease, even

two fingers at Frank. "It's been a while since anyone has forced me to use this-you're going to die, but consider

sparkled from his fingertips, Frank exclaimed in exaggerated delight, "Wait, I think I've

running your mouth, since you're not

thought, Tarkan shot a golden beam at Frank, but it faded

see!" Tarkan snorted. "I've underestimated you, Mr. Frankton... You're the strongest opponent

kill

and

and countless more beams erupted, blocking the skies

and collisions were deafening, while Ghostly

they all knew that Frank was extraordinary,

were each strong, but only as martial artists. And while they could cast some

Tarkan

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