Frank had yet to reach Ascendant rank.
Still, he could briefly reach that level with the Death Eater, or even use all the death aura he absorbed to fight an Ascendant rank briefly as an equal.
And Talc was just midway Ascendant rank. As Frank went out, he was immediately on the backfoot.
“Die!”
The shockwave from Frank’s punch shattered Talc’s projected talons right then, and he kept going, breaking Talc’s entire arm.
“Cap!”
“Cap! We’re coming!”
Seeing that Frank crippled their peerless captain with a single strike, the other Talnamese were at once panicked and incensed.
While they were scampering earlier, they suddenly turned back, forming a combat ward of thirty people, bolstering their vigor to peak Ascendant rank.
Frank’s expressions turned solemn—the Talnamese were even more bothersome than imagined.
“Fenton told me about this…” he said, remembering what he was told as a child. With a single military unity, the Cistern Ward could bolster their strength up by several ranks. And it did look good.
“However, one of the flaws is that the casters have to shift around when the ward is taking blows. One less person, and the ward would be a lot less effective. That means I must take down one of them first!”
Frank did not hesitate to launch forward.
With a wave of his hand, his Five-Peat Archaeus combined with his blood-red pure vigor, and he punched toward the weakest spot of the ward.
In other words, the corner where the weakest of the Talnamese stood.
“What? How does he know?!”
Seeing that Frank had precisely singled out the weakest point of their combat ward, the Talnamese were further convinced about who Frank really was.
He was Donn Lawrence, the Lord of the Southern Woods’ son, and the senior apprentice who escaped the massacre of Mystic Sky Sect!
“We must kill him now!” Talc bellowed. “Or he will become yet another plague for our country!”
At his cry, the combat ward shifted, and Frank only managed to punch into the pure vigor of the combat ward.
Unable to push forward, he was prevented from reaching the Talnamese just inches away.
At the same time, that Talnamese—the weakest among their ranks—darted away like a fleeing fish, rushing to the outermost circle.
Frank was certainly irritated that he missed his chance, and he would only end up wasting more time if they kept up this war of attrition.
Nonetheless, that was when a woman’s bellow resounded across the factory. “Hah! So the Talnamese have really infiltrated our country. What do you think you’re doing in Morhen?!”
Soon, a beautiful silhouette descended from above, her sword that gleamed coldly cutting down a Talnamese who happened to be off his guard.
“No!” Talc almost lost his mind as they took a casualty, in turn affecting their combat ward. “Who are you?! How dare you meddle in Talnam business?!”
In the darkness, a lady in white landed on the hilt on the sword as it thrusted into the ground, folding her arms before her chest.
She was fairer than snow, her presence ethereal, but her eyes were glaring sharp even in the darkness. “I am Silverbell, chief of the Martial Alliance!”
“What?!”
The Talnamese turned in shock and fear toward Talc as the lady announced herself.
