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.

circle of goons, he would strike with his palm, knuckles, or

he left their encirclement, he sighed, and the miasma of

all still standing, collapsed loudly without

of them

last goon, clapping him on the shoulder and smiling, "So, Sif Lionheart sent

after seeing what happened

"I'm just your typical

could cry right

floor the Lionhearts' well-trained goons

would ever

really was a typical

gulping as he asked, "A-Aren't

like killing. I'm

goon rolled his eyes despite Frank's very presence being a threat to his survival—it was like

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