NovelEnglishIn fact, Frank had already decided that he needed to strike first when he heard that Larry had a younger brother.
As for the Blood Wolves' infighting? It was none of his business.
"Boltshredder!" One of the tattooed martial artist whipped out a machete and swung it at Frank's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven as Peter looked on in shock, Frank calmly reached out, as if to catch the razor-sharp blade that was augmented by pure vigor.
He felt a chill down his spine right then. "Shit... His hand would be cut in two!" After all, it was common sense that flesh would never stop a steel blade swung so violently! Peter thought Frank's hand was definitely coming off, until he saw Frank catching it between his thumb and index finger.
In fact, the tattooed martial artist was using both hands and pushing the machete so hard that his face flushed, but it was just not cutting into Frank's hand.
"What...?" Even as Peter gaped, Frank turned his wrist, and the shiny steel machete snapped into two like a cookie! "What?!" Everyone from Kit to the Wolvens' boss was gaping.
"That's just... wrong!" "Get off!" Frank huffed as he kicked the tattooed martial artist, his foot tearing into his chest, killing him silently even as he was sent flying. "Shit!" Peter's jaw dropped so wide it could fit an apple, once again reevaluating his opinion of Frank.
Impervious to blades, and tougher than steel?! The man was a monster! Was there anyone who stood a chance?! "Argh!!!" With a battlecry, the other tattooed martial artists and Kit's security guards charged.
They were trained well enough to not falter just because one of them was beaten-swarming Frank, intent on overwhelming him with numbers.
However, Frank's Transcendent rank physique was basically divine, even if he was technically Birthright rank.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe stood his ground, punching through a tattooed martial artist's polearm and his head, splattering brain matter on a nearby wall. Then, his right hand clawed into a machete and tore into a security guard's throat.
It was a one-man massacre-the usually proud tattooed martial artists were all falling before Frank without really putting out a fight.
As for Frank, he got even quicker and more brutal with each strike et None of his opponents could keep up as he massacred them like a general of old. ŚwIn a couple of minutes, a pile of corpses that were the Wolvens' tattooed martial artist and feet. security guards lay bene "Is that all you have?" Frank laughed coldly and advanced toward the Wolvens' boss and Kit.
"You've really done it now!" Kit snapped, pressing a button beneath his desk at the stime.
Sirens blared within Zomber Tower all at once.
Upon hearing that, the other goons who were goofing around in the building promptly picked up their weapons and started running.
"You're a dead man, Frank Lawrence!" Kit bellowed viciously et "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're strong. You're all going to die here! S Privacy
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