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

sighed,

who were all still standing, collapsed loudly without anything holding them

of them

last goon, clapping him on the shoulder and

lie after seeing what happened and asked fearfully,

chuckled. "I'm just

goon could cry

to floor the Lionhearts'

ever

if Frank really was a typical passerby,

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

I'm not that whimsical."

a threat to his

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