"Die!"

Hearing Tigris' bellow, every Blackwater inmate was expecting to see a sight of blood and gore, and they were certainly thrilled.

Moreover, Frank did not even have time to dodge-once Tigris' punch landed, his head would explode right then.

However, even as the geezer in the cell shook his head and sighed, the inmates were soon left gaping in shock. After all, instead of spilling blood, the bones in Tigris' knuckle broke audibly as he squealed like a gutted pig. "What..."

One of the flunkies hiding behind Tigris was smirking savagely, already preparing a script to flatter Tigris when he punched Frank's brain out.

He was left in shock, however-while Tigris' punch struck Frank squarely on the cheek, his skull did not blow up, while Tigris was the one who ended up screaming.

Even as Tigris stumbled backward, the inmates suddenly realized that his knuckle was dangling limply, while white bone was protruding from the joints.

It was Tigris who bled from his fist, and not Frank from his head.

"What..."

fettered geezer was

in an anger that his meridian nexus could not charge his pure vigor. However, that did not affect his cultivation as he could clearly

scratch Frank, while the recoil

What was this logic?

very moment, the geezer suddenly had

discern that young man's depth despite being halfway through Ascendant rank,

arts prowess is far beyond mine?! How's that

geezer's face, as he had been considered a genius during his

he had only reached Ascendant rank in his forties, and halfway through it

geezer did not even look thirty but

that even

pondering the meaning of life,

a raging bellow, he raised his one good arm and launched a jab, enshrouded with faint purple

martial artist could see right away that Tigris was

best move, and an

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