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Pax exclaimed, "It seems like we've really met a real match this time! But that's fine-no matter how strong he is, he won't be defying science and logic and punching through that wall." Feeling triumphant, he beckoned for his goons to book a place for them to celebrate.

However, he seemed unaware that breaking open the champagne during half-time was a taboo in any sporting event.

In fact, Frank was meditating because he had found a way through.

As the enclosed space turned dead silent, Frank could hear sounds that should have been undetectable to a human's senses.

They were below ground, so even the alloyed wall would expand or contract due to the temperatures around it. It just did not groan audibly like rebars would, and an ordinary human would not hear it. And Frank was no ordinary human.

As he listened attentively to those sounds, he quickly realized this place was not impregnable.

Like a glass window, Frank just tried hard to find the weakest point, pour his energy into it, and send it crumbling.

Frank moved to the southeast, dropped to a crouch,

revealing a seemingly normal alloy plate that was actually struggling to stay

in meditation just like the others. See? He's already lost his mind!" On the other hand,

still had a way out of this-and the look on his face

clearly ready to die as she groaned, "Don't push yourself, Mr. Frankton. It's really over for us now... And the way I see it, since there's no hope anyway, we

room traded glances

the Ingram family! Even if they could not have a taste, looking would still be highly satisfying. Some had even whipped out their phones,

no better, as they could see that Frank's looks were above the rest. It was thrilling that they would get

clearly disappointed them as he turned toward Alda and

replied

off and handed it to Frank. "Pure gold... you're not trying to poke a hole into the hall with this, are you? Pure gold is relatively soft compared to most metals, which is

would just dissipate instead of conducting. Would that

on a shatterpoint was indeed a solution. However, the hairpin was not a hammer-forget a wall, it would not even break tempered glass. "You're right." Frank shrugged. "But don't forget that with my strength, breaking it is

pin, he tore his shirt and wrapped it around his knuckle, then launched a straight punch at the

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