Rob sneered icily even as he watched Frank walk confidently toward his fully-armed soldiers.

He had served in the military for years-even if he had met many martial artists whose abilities the average Joe could not hope to reach, he had never met anyone who did not fear guns and bullets until now.

That applied even to his commanding officer, General Jan Lionheart, which was why he quickly presumed that martial artists were no different from the average person.

They were just better in a fight at best, aside from the tricks they used to deceive the masses.

He simply was not aware that starting at Ascendant ranks, martial artists could cast protective pure vigor to repel physical attacks.

And guns and bullets were no threat to martial artists with abundant pure vigor-in fact, it was pointless against Ascendant ranks.

Even if Frank had yet to reach Ascendant rank now, he could cast a dense protective pure vigor around himself with Five-Peat Archaeus.

Forget guns and bullets-even explosives could not pierce it.

seeing Frank confidently stride toward his men, Rob did

trained their rifles at Frank, and Glen was on his feet right then, snapping, "Rob! We are here to discuss what we are doing against

completely ignored him, even laughing coolly. "Dad, forget the fact that he's conspiring against the South Sea Crow-the way he boasted earlier is

turn. "I'm standing here, and that means I'm confident in proving that guns and bullets

that, he spread his arms in the face of

Rob sneered savagely,

saw that sneer, more or less sensing something unusual

the

most

of harm's way, a flustered Turnbull sentry ran inside, exclaiming, "Mr. Turnbull! Mr. Turnbull! It's terrible... They're

"They're fighting?!"

his hand on the

and smashed the wine glass

leaving Frank and leading his men out of the

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