NovelEnglishJan smiled faintly, "He's arrogant, but he's strong. Right now, your objective is to save your strength and subjugate every Turnbull at the central ballroom, and rise as the new head of the Turnbull family. No loose ends." "Yes, sir." Rob Turnbull nodded, saluting Jan in turn before leading his men away.
Before he did, he leveled a cold, murderous look at Frank as if his fate was sealed. Soon, the doors of ballroom three closed with a loud bang, leaving just Frank and Jan.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd seeing that there was no one else around, Frank looked up and asked, "So, the challenge issued by the South Sea Crow-that was you?" "Indeed." Jan nodded and grinned. "You need an appropriate excuse if you want to claim control over a big cake like the Turnbulls, don't you agree?" "Where is she?" Frank demanded, narrowing his eyes.
Glen had told him the challenge was the South Sea Crow's own writing, meaning that it was definitely Ciaran Zobel.
And Jan had her.
"I've dealt with her." Jan said calmly just then, "Since she no longer holds any worth to us, us Lionhearts have no reason to keep her." Frank's fury went ablaze right then-so that was why he never heard anything from his fellow apprentice for so long, and why she never rendezvoused with him at Riverton.
The Lionhearts had captured her, once again proving how powerful they were.
"Heh. Did you think us Lionhearts could abide by the existence of any traitors?" Jan shrugged just then. "We've found out a lot about you after working on her... Donn Lawrence." "You asked for this!" Frank's heart skipped a beat when he heard that name, and he no longer held back, his Five-Peat Archaeus erupting resoundingly right then.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis pure vigor unfurled, taking the shape of a warrior wearing silver scale armor, carrying a sharp sword as he lunged toward Jan. Jan was not surprised that Frank was attacking and smiled as he leapt two paces backward.
At the stime, a black shield materialized in front of him, repelling Frank's sword as he swung his arm. "Although I can't kill you as per the agreement, no one said we can't dismember your limbs and cripple you!" At Jan's growl, the black shield that repelled Frank's blow assumed the form of a black lion, over a hundred meters in length and breaking through the roof of ballroom three. en kikistories "Dark Lion of Decimation!" Jan roared, and the black lion did the same, breathing black pure vigor that incinerated all of Ballroom Three.
"My god... What is that?!" Even in the distance, Kiki could see the black lion that appeared behind them and turned pale in fear.
"Save your breath. Let's get out of here!" Til was pale as he certainly saw the black lion too.
It certainly went without saying that it was Jan's martial technique.
And to condense pure vigor into the form of such a fearsfist 1.ne required both mass reserves of pure vigo in the body and a frightening level of control over it. en.kikistories Til certainly could admit that he would not be able to survive that blow.
If he were Frank and he was up against the black pure vigor that et swirled over the skies, he would just be reduced to cinders in justa couple of seconds. en.kikistories "Death Eater!" Frank bellowed.
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