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Even so, Massam was smiling, as if she had expected this to happen.

And judging from the current situation, Frank was unbeatable within Shagan, so it made sense that he could destroy Eorek in an instant.

"Don't underestimate him," she snapped at the other apprentices of Princely Sword School. "Attack him together!"

That only left the apprentices shocked. "We only did that once, and it was against Mephisto! Are you saying that the shitty guild chief was as strong as him?!"

Massam nodded in silence-she did not want to admit Frank's might, but it was reality, and she must not be careless in this situation.

If she kept sending the apprentices of Princely Sword School to die against Frank one by one, they would just die off, and Princely Sword School would fall!

And since Massam was their leader, the apprentices of Princely Sword School did not dare to defy her.

Pointing their fingers toward Frank, countless blades shot toward him in a rain of sword beams that could engulf a mountain!

At the same time, Massam announced sonorously, "Feel the cold slice of our infinite sword works! The question is, Chief Frankton, how are you going to respond to this?"

Frank laughed heartily. "Ignorant rat content with your little hiding hole. Do you believe that the world is at your feet just because you can't see it?"

He pointed his finger as well, and a colossal sword beam that matched the apprentices' projection in size appeared.

Despite her shock, Massam knew that it was too late to withdraw. She decided to put her bet on their side anyway and swung their sword beam at Frank's.

The world thundered as a blinding flash flared across every direction.

By the time the light faded, the apprentices of Princely Sword School were on the floor, exhausted.

Even Massam was pale and sweating profusely, while Frank merely remained by the window, watching them clearly.

He clearly had yet to go all out.

"It seems that you're far stronger than Mephisto!" Massam laughed. "You really are someone special-but so what? We're going to die anyway, so we shall go down fighting to live!"

Then, turning back to her apprentices, she said, "At my order. The hour of sacrifice has come!"

The apprentices of Princely Sword School were all speechless-that was the ultimate move they had, burning their vigor to cast a blood

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powerful compared to anything else they could project normally.

The cost of it was rapid aging, even death, which was why none of the apprentices were eager to use it.

However, Frank completely outclassing them was also not what they had expected.

And would they not be laughed at if they did not put their lives on the line and allowed him to be killed by one?

"Whatever. You're lucky, brat! You're in for a show!"

As the apprentices of Princely Sword School rose to their feet, they all started drawing complex hieroglyphs between their eyes.

Projecting their vigor into the air around them, it congealed into infinite blood-red swords that shot toward Frank.

Once again, Frank did not move, and each sword simply shattered when it reached an inch near him, not reaching him at all!

"Keep going! Don't give up!" Massam shouted at the top of her lungs.

And the apprentices of Princely Sword School did so, silently yet undoubtedly giving their all.noveldrama

Nevertheless, none of them could do anything against Frank, and their bodies aged rapidly, their movements as stiff as a rock!

The Vulture watched them before turning toward Frank, who remained calm and composed.

He felt himself dying inside once more!

Was Frank even human?

Not only had he heard about what they said about Princely Sword School, but he had seen it for himself.

He naturally could tell that Princely Sword School was capable of wiping out any other sect, but here Frank was taking them down completely on his own.

Did that not mean that Frank was powerful that he was on a completely different level of

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