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.

men, Rob did not hesitate to raise his

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 the South Sea Crow, not

way he boasted earlier is repulsive. Well, we shall see how he's going to

means I'm confident in proving that guns and bullets are pointless against real martial elites-and it serves as a reminder to your

that, he spread his arms in the

order!" Rob sneered savagely, seeing

saw that sneer, more or less

even as the

and most of the

ran inside, exclaiming, "Mr. Turnbull! Mr. Turnbull! It's terrible...

"They're fighting?!"

he slammed his hand on the

and smashed the wine

barked at his men right then, leaving Frank and leading his men out of the ballroom. "Don't waste your

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