Chapter 1777

Renard chuckled coolly, presuming that it had to be the only reason.

As one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, his might was naturally above questioning.

Moreover, he was actually in his sixties, and he actually looked like a younger man since he had always maintained his training routine.

And since there was no one who had reached the Ascendant rank below sixty in Draconia, save for the freaks of the major sects, Renard prided himself with his accomplishment. Moreover, those major sects would always keep their freaks close, hiding them within their respective enclaves.

They would certainly not allow them to run around causing trouble just like Frank here.

What was that if not suicidal?

"Brat, I don't know who has your back, but I'll spare you if you go down on your knees, kowtow to Mr. Droitner ten times, and surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

Frank, who was already sick of such threats, chuckled coolly. "What, not feeling confident about yourself?"

"No." Renard smiled in turn. "I'm giving you a chance to live, since I don't really know my own strength, and I'm not sure if your bones can take that."

"Hmph. Then why don't you show me?"

shrugged, walking toward

was not fully focused on Renard either, as he turned toward Huub in the distance. "So, this

Frank's arrogance. "You'll be sobbing when you fall before me and understand what

see that Frank was making light

javelin of pure vigor and launching it straight at Frank's

projecting their pure vigor

Frank simply

breaking the javelin while chuckling. "Come on. You can do

"Hmm...?"

narrowed when he saw how

"Get him!"

seeing how insolent Frank was. After all, Renard was

battlecry, Renard released all his pure vigor, focusing them into his hand as he

"Take this, brat!"

the tiles beneath as he vaulted ten meters above and streaked toward Frank

had

endless droning as

through the air, but

spear

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