Clang!

A black-clad man's machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

"What?! Projecting your vigor... You're actually Birthright rank?!"

The old man's jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man's wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men's head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

"I'm here to help, Mr. Lawrence!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger's pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

"Burt Yorkman! You traitor!" Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping Frank.

Burt snorted. "I've been serving at Sage Lake Sect's beck and call for years, but all of you kept me at arm's length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only

just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered new

even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged through

welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he tried

is going on?" His heart skipped a

Had he been poisoned?!

struck him. He could not move in time as a black-clad man's fingers

to stabilize his breathing while

He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor's circulation is being

beg already, Frank!" She laughed coldly. "It'd at least spare you

affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that turbidness followed suit, numbing his body and slowing his

Ms. Ocean! You'll

just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he

"Fuck off!"

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