Novel1"Bullying a child?" Creed almost thought he had misheard. "Aren't you flattering yourself? Please, you're just slightly better than us at best. Against the real deal, you're no different from an average Joe! Of course, if you're spooked, pretend I never said anything!" To add insult to injury, Creed flashed a wink at Thalos provokingly, sending him flying into a rage! "Why don't we make a bet, Creed? If I beat him, you'll kowtow tothrice!" Thalos thought since he was determined to fight Frank anyway, he might as well get something out of it, or he would just be scorned for bullying a kid! Creed laughed. "Fair enough. As for my wager, you and your son must do the sto that man if you lose." Thalos nodded confidently. "Don't worry, that won't happen!" Then, turning toward Frank, he snorted. "I won't bully you too much, kid. As long as you fight me, I promise—" "I'll let you have three free strikes!" Frank said, cutting him shot.
Thalos' brow furrowed, his face contorting in rage.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat was that supposed to mean?! A kid letting a senior have three free strikes? He had no idea that Frank had heard him loud and clear.
Naturally, Frank understood that he would be mocked for going all-out against Thalos and therefore took up a handicap.
He just did not expect Thalos to be narrow-minded, and that he really despised anyone stealing his thunder.
"Brat!" he snarled and whipped out his dual blades as he leapt toward Frank.
Naturally, he was better in every department than his son—be it in punching, kicking, or the way of the blade, he was on the verge of the Ascendant rank. The smoothness with which he transitioned from one move to the other certainly impressed the crowd! "That certainly explains the Cumurs' dominance. It's not that hard to reign over Shagan with such skill!" "You think? Thank goodness he's born a Cumur. If he were in my clan, I wouldn't even be considered talented." "All the more a shthat he had to run into Mr. Frankton!" The praises took a sharp turn as everyone started to diss Thalos.
They could not be blamed, not when Frank's moves were far more elegant and stunning! "That's three strikes. Now don'tplain that you were being bullied, Mr. Cumur!" As Frank dodged Thalos' three slashes, he kicked Thalos square in the stomach.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was a plain kick, cruder than the kicks that street thugs could muster.
And yet, the speed and strength behind the kick far surpassed anything Thalos could muster, leaving him floored.
The agony left Thalos gasping, as if he had just woken from a dream! However, none of the other guests thought there was anything wrong with what Frank did.
it Was that they were telling the truth all along, that this pretty boy really was the chief of Mystic Sky Guild, whose very nstruck fear in many? How could this be? "You've really done it now!" Thalos snarled as he pushed himself to his feet, still refusing to believe what everyone had told him and charged madly at Frank again.
et The sthing happened again, simply due to the insurmountable gap between them. He was back where he was in the blink of an eye... but this time, he was down for good! The guests were all laughing. "You should surrender, Mr. Cumur! This man is way above your pay grade!" Thalos was about to argue but could not find the words at all.
It was defeat as if he could not accept set like when he fought the Ghostly Six so resourcefully earlier, he Gound honor in that loss. S But against a man who stood no chance and could not even last a second... What the hell?!
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