In fact, Frank had already decided that he needed to strike first when he heard that Larry had a younger brother.

As for the Blood Wolves' infighting? It was none of his business.

"Boltshredder!" One of the tattooed martial artist whipped out a machete and swung it at Frank's face.

Even as Peter looked on in shock, Frank calmly reached out, as if to catch the razor-sharp blade that was augmented by pure vigor.

He felt a chill down his spine right then. "Shit... His hand would be cut in two!"

After all, it was common sense that flesh would never stop a steel blade swung so violently!

Peter thought Frank's hand was definitely coming off, until he saw Frank catching it between his thumb and index finger.

In fact, the tattooed martial artist was using both hands and pushing the machete so hard that his face flushed, but it was just not cutting into Frank's hand.

"What...?"

Even as Peter gaped, Frank turned his wrist, and the shiny steel machete snapped into two like a cookie!

"What?!"

the Wolvens'

"That's just... wrong!"

"Get off!"

into his chest, killing him silently even as he was sent

so wide it could fit an apple, once again reevaluating his opinion of

The man was

"Argh!!!"

martial artists and

because one

divine, even if he was technically

through a tattooed martial artist's polearm and his head, splattering brain matter on

right hand clawed into a machete and tore into a security

proud tattooed martial artists were all falling before Frank without

Frank, he

with each strike

of his opponents could keep up as

couple of minutes, a pile of corpses that were the

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