Releasing streaks of pure vigor, Frank quickly projected a miasma before himself.

Most people would not see it, but the goons could feel their movements slowing even as they charged inside. The weaker ones could not even move at all!

On the other hand, Frank moved quicker while in the miasma.

Pow!

His punches landed rapidly, and five goons were left coughing blood, their bodies stiffening.

"What?! C-Could he have completed Birthright rank?!"

The goon on the edge promptly withdrew his leg when he saw what was happening, his face turning pale in shock as if seeing a ghost.

Frank's movement was smooth as a flowing river and inch-precise, even elegant in appearance.

the circle of goons, he would strike with his palm, knuckles, or fingers while each goon still

sighed, and the miasma

who were all still standing, collapsed loudly without

of them

him on the shoulder and smiling, "So,

seeing

chuckled. "I'm just your

goon could cry

Lionhearts' well-trained goons

would ever

really was a typical passerby, their existence

glanced at his headless leader, gulping as he asked, "A-Aren't you going to

I'm

presence being a threat to his survival—it was

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