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?!"

Kit to the

"That's just... wrong!"

"Get off!"

tearing into his

it could fit an apple, once again reevaluating his opinion

and tougher than steel?! The man was

"Argh!!!"

tattooed martial artists and

enough to not falter just because one of them was beaten-swarming Frank, intent on

rank physique was basically divine, even if he was

polearm and

into a machete and

massacre the usually proud tattooed martial artists were all falling before

for Frank, he got

with each

of his opponents could keep up as he massacred them like a general

a pile of corpses that were the

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