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,

when he left their encirclement, he sighed, and the

were all still standing, collapsed loudly without anything holding

them

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

The goon certainly would not lie after seeing

"I'm just

goon could cry right

the Lionhearts' well-trained goons in under five

would ever believe

Frank really was a typical

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

like killing. I'm not that whimsical."

eyes despite Frank's very presence being a threat to

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