MainNovelHaran snorted. "Fuck off. You don't get to talk here! I don't even need to be at my full strength—just little over half would be enough to torture you!" Nodding, Frank smiled in wry amusement.
This was why he would rather stay anonymous-there would always be sfool who believed themself to be his equal and then challenge him like it was nothing.
While they would be shown the truth, Frank simply felt it taxing.
Soon, as Haran and his father Thalos recovered, Haran was on his feet. "Go on, showhow you defeated the Ghostly Six!" He even hooked his finger at Frank, not holding back his provocation at all.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBehind him, Longram was laughing. "I don't think you're winning this one, Mr. Cumur. You should have daddy fight with you, so you'd at least find shonor in defeat!" That only sent Haran flying into a rage. "You lost to me! You have no right to yap in my face, so begone!" While Longram would have been seething on any other occasion, today was different.
If anything, Longram felt glee at the thought that father and son would both be humiliated in front of so many bigwigs. Hence, he did not take offense from Haran's mocking and gestured for him to go ahead.
Haran snorted and whipped out his dual blades as he leapt toward Frank.
Clang! Even before Haran reached Frank, his blades had shattered, leaving him dumbstruck. What?! Did that brat just destroy his blades?! However, he still doubted that Frank was that good and wheeled on the other guests.
Presuming that Frank had someone on his payroll and was assisting Frank in secret, Haran barked, "Who was that?! Who's helping him?!" "Don't you have other moves? You could try them against the man!" Longram scoffed.
"So be it! Just watch!" Haran leapt toward Frank again, only for Frank to find an opening when he got too close.
Pow! Punched squarely on the chest, Haran was sent flying, crashing heavily on the ground and coughing a large mouthful of blood.
It took him a long while to push himself to his feet, and by then, he had lost all composure.
The weight behind that punch was beyond human limits, and Haran sensed that Frank was not going all out either.
If Frank did, he would already be dead! "Do you still think you're being deceived, Mr. Cumur?" Longram dissed him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHaran laughed despite himself. "Fight him if you can! Don't just stand there and run your mouth!" Longram shrugged, chuckling.
"Unlike you, I wouldn't challenge someone I can't win againstsimply understand what happens if I stand in the way of a truck! Haran was speechless, but it was really his fault for being too conceited to see what Frank was capable of.
In fact, his defeat was only to be expected.
"Mr. Cumur, your son has just lost. Aren't you going to fight to restore his honor?" Like his son Longram, Creed really could not stand Thalos and his son Haran but had to hold back since Longram had lost his duel to Haran just earlier. But now, things were different.
Frank was so powerful that he could crush the Cumurs' spirit anytime, which was why Creed was all too happy to goad Thalos into fighting.
et Still, Thalos laughed coolly. "Do I really have to? He's good, but he's still just a kid. Even if I win, people would just laugh atfor bullying a child!" wn SV "Bullying a child?" Creed almost thought he had misheard.
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