NovelEnglishRob 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat applied even to hismanding 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.
et guns and bullets—even explosives could not pierce it.
And seeing Frank confidently stride toward his men, Rob did not hesitate to raise his arm and bark, "Take aim!" The Turnbulls all turned shocked as the soldiers all 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 to argue among ourselves!" Robpletely ignored him, even laughing coolly. "Dad, et the fact that he's conspiring against the South Sea Crow-the way he boasted earlier is repulsive. Well, we shall see how he's going to stop my men's bullets, and he can't blanyone for dying for his lies!" "But..." "Don't worry, Mr. Turnbull," Frank said quietly in turn. "I'm standing here, and that means I'm confident in proving that guns and bullets are pointless against real martial elites-and it serves as a reminder to your family too." With that, he spread his arms in the face of the many barrels. "Shoot!" "On my order!" Rob sneered savagely, seeing that Frank was so suicidal.
Frank narrowed his eyes right then when he saw that sneer, more or less sensing something unusual about the guy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStill, even as the air in the room tensed and most of the Turnbulls were moving out of harm's way, a flustered Turnbull sentry ran inside, exclaiming, "Mr. Turnbull! Mr.
e Turnbull! It's terrible... They're ide fighting!" en.kikistories "They're fighting?!" Glen's eyes widened, and he slammed his hand on the table. "Has the South Sea Crowe?!" Rob was at once at attention and smashed the wine glass he was holding.
"Shoulder arms!" he barked at his men right then, leaving Frank and leading his men out of the ballroom. "Don't waste your bullets. We're going to eliminate the South Sea Crow!" en.kikistories "The boy is simply inspiring!" "In the end, us Turnbulls have to count on him. He's just so cool!" "As expected of the next head of the Turnbull family!" The other Turnbulls were on their feet and applauding, shouting in approval of Rob's fearless response.
"N-No! That's not it!" That was when the Turnbull sentry wiped the sweat off his face and quickly explained, "It's not the South Sea Crow it's the martial elites and specialists that we've invited! They are fighting, and Ballroom Three is now in chaos!" en.kikistories
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