NovelEnglishFrank stopped them. "That's unnecessary. I don't see any living beings in this vicinity-they must be watching this place." Ezel nodded in admiration. "You really are superior, chief. The rest of us don't hold a candle to you!" Frank smiled, shaking his head. "It's just a cute trick." The Ghostly Six asked, "Well, what should we do now?" Frank thought about it. "Why don't we stage a duel? You should all pretend to be hurt, and I'm sure the one who planned this would show up. When that happens, I'll deal with them!" "Okay!" The sextuplets nodded.
But Ezel had a different idea. "Chief, may I be so presumptuous to ask for another favor?" Frank saw the look of determination in his eyes and quickly read his mind. "So, you'd like to test yourself against them?" Ezel nodded with a small smirk. "If you're not aware, chief, I despite treacherous wretches. I feel this burning desire to teach them a lesson!" "Favor granted," Frank replied, nodding. "Nothing bad would happen when I'm here anyway... But on one condition. If you say no, then consider my favor rescinded!" "Please state it, chief!" Ezel exclaimed right then. "I'll definitely agree to it!" Frank said, "Don't debase yourself even if you're beaten." "What?!" Ezel smiled in wry amusement-he was not being arrogant, but barring Frank, he had yet to meet anyone who met his match. Both Ghostly Six and Zark were clearly no pushovers. But while Ezel would not be able to take them down instantly, he would not have to win ugly either-if anything, he could almost have an easy time! But since Frank had put it that way, Ezel had no choice but to agree to his condition.
Soon, Frank left, and Ezel stood off against the Ghostly Six.
The latter were holding back and told Ezel about their moves, but they were still impressed with Ezel's strength.
If they were to really go all out, Ezel would be able to win in thirty strikes! That left the Ghostly Six puzzled-why were they able to win against all those martial elites, but not this youth? The only explanation was that Ezel's sheer talent was one that many would never compare, even without mentorship. If anything, he must have learned a style that was lost to time, and neither the chief no Ezel's peers were anything to brag about. Thirty minutes later, the Ghostly Six pretended to be defeated.
Ezel feigned an injury nonetheless, growling coolly, "You sextuplets may be good, but you're no match for me!" The Ghostly Six pretended to snarl back, "You'd be dead if we weren't out from fighting those bigwigs earlier!" Ezel laughed. "Don't makelaugh. You have no right to holler in my presence!" As he spoke, someone strode over.
He stood over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a relatively narrow waist. While he had a cool glare, he was a lot less sinister than Ezel expected. If anything, the kid looked upstanding. It was actually surprising that he was capable of treachery! "Mr. Lark. If I'm not mistaken, you were self-taught, weren't you? "You of all people should know that not anyone is a match against the Ghostly Six. Many famous schools have lost to them, let alone an amateur like you... But that all ne makes you worthy of my respect! Please accept this in salutation!" The man bowed his head but poised himself as if he was above the rest.
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