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 had

their encirclement, he sighed, and the

still standing,

them lay prone,

calmly walked up to the last goon, clapping him on the shoulder

after seeing what happened and asked

Frank chuckled. "I'm just your typical

goon could cry

to floor the Lionhearts'

ever believe

a typical passerby, their existence

gulping as he asked, "A-Aren't you going to kill

I'm

very presence being a threat to his survival—it

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