At that very moment, everyone was convinced that Frank was defeated and bleeding like a pig, until a frail cough could be heard amid the settling dust. “Guh… Run, Vin…”
“What?!” Vin’s eyes widened even as he crouched on one knee, clutching the stump that was his wrist.
Did he just hear his own brother telling him to run?
What was going on there?!
In just a couple of seconds, the dust completely settled and Vin finally saw what had happened: Frank was still quietly holding out his arm, with which he punched Mos through the chest!
In fact, Mos’ corpse simply dangled over Frank’s wrist, his hands and head hanging limply as he breathed his last.
“What?!” Vin paled his brother was killed by such a simple punch?!
“Huh?!” Peter was stunned too.
He knew Frank was a martial artist, and he had been told by others that he was strong despite having left Riverton for a while.
That was why he warned Larry, who heeded his warning and spent a fortune hiring the Hansen brothers of Zamri, who were both Skyranks.
And yet, Frank was more powerful than they had imagined, killing one of said Skyranks with just a simple, ordinary punch.
No, one would struggle to call it a punch… he was basically just holding up his hand!
Thud.
Larry’s cigar dropped on the floor, the smugness on his face gone as he gaped in sheer astonishment.
The other goons he brought were reacting just like him, stunned by the unexpected outcome!
Splat.
Frank pulled his hand out of Mos’ corpse, dumping it on the floor with
a
Own of distaste-the r
blood
that.
“How fragile.” Frank even snorted in contempt as he shook his head.
After all, his light jab tore felt like a
red-hot steel rod tearing through
Mos, as if Mos’ body was paper, which felt as disgusting as it was mystifying.
Their physical toughness were simply on different levels, after Frank’s physicality somehow altered.
“What the hell?” Frank murmured as he stared at his hand again, still confused as to how his body had suddenly changed so drastically.
Even if he could still kill the Hansen brothers effortlessly before this, it was not this effortless.
“Hold on… Could it be?”
Frank abruptly remembered the tea he drank with his old man at Morhen.
But even as the thought came to
mind, Vin’s eyes went red, and he suddenly lunged at Frank as he lost all sanity, bellowing, “You will die for what you did, you bastard! S
