Frankie had a great power, and all of his muscles became fibrosis with the impact of drugs, making him impossible to get hurt.
Hence, Frankie thought he didnât have to worry about Maximilianâs attack. If he really managed to kick himself, Maximilianâs ankle would be broken under his powerful force.
âYou are too weak to hurt me. Thatâs really funny! Let me show you myâ¦Ah!â
BANG!
Maximilian kicked on his head and that great strength made his head tilted to the other side.
The next second the great strength filled Frankie and made his body turned many spins and flew away.
Master Benedict and the others were astonished by this scene and didnât know how to express their surprise.
âIs this called winning with a little strength? Maximilianâs kick seems to be weak and contains a little power and is only a bit stronger than the average. I can easily do that! However, it is impossible for me to kick away that muscular man.â
Master Benedict was murmuring and felt his belief was breaking down. He always thought that only the powerful guys could win in a match, so why would this happen? How could Maximilian manage to do that?
Frankie was also astonished. He thought he could easily beat Maximilian with this hit and never expected that he would be dizzy just by his kick.
âBang!â Frankie fell on the floor heavily and made a deep hole on the ground. Suddenly, the dust was blowing and it seemed that there was just a small explosion.
Frankie held his dazzling head and struggled to stand up, as if he was drunk and tried to get out from a deep whole which he accidentally fell in.
âHow, how could this possible? It is hard to dodge my attack! I shouldnât be kicked off by you!â
âThis is called power.â
âPower? Fuck you! Donât you know that speed and strength are two essentials in Kong Fu? I have both.â
Frankie yelled angrily and couldnât figure out why he was beaten easily. It should be Maximilian who was beaten!
Maximilian walked towards him with a smile and crooked his finger at him, âCome on! Letâs continue to have some fun. Show me what else you get.â
âGo die!â
Frankie strode towards him and waved his iron claws, leaving shadows of residuals in the air.
âYou really get nothing left. Now youâre fighting like an animal. What a fool! It seems that people who turn you to a monster didnât give proper drugs to you.â
Maximilian waved his hands suddenly and grabbed Frankieâs wrist from many residuals. He used great strength and broke his wrist.
âAh! My hand! How could it turn out like this? Hâ¦how could this be possible?â
Frankie was in great pain, making his eyeballs sticking out. He couldnât make full use of his power even he got a great strength. He thought it would be easy to beat Maximilian and now it seemed that he was wrong.
âWell, I have told you. It is called power. Strength and technique could convert from each other. There is nothing left in you but strength and you canât manage to use it. There is a huge gap on fighting techniques between you and me.â
Frankie was completely confused.
How could there be such a huge difference? Even if what Maximilian said was true, he should be the one who had absolute advantage!
The rim of Frankieâs eyes went red and he was not in the mood of talking with him. All he wanted was to beat Maximilian!
He tilted his body and used all of his strength to rush towards the direction of Maximilianâs heart, seeming not to be afraid of death.
Maximilian shook his head and used strength on the hands that grabbed his shoulder to smash it.
âAh!â Frankie yelled painfully. It hurt so much that made it impossible for him to fight, but falling towards Maximilian.
Maximilian smiled and used strength upwards on his wrist. There came a clear sound and the bones in Frankieâs waist were stuck out.
Frankie became a disabled man who couldnât use any strength in a short time.
Master Benedict and the others were amazed at this scene in the hall of the hotel.
âOMG, how could the young lord so powerful? He is really good at fighting and can be called a true killing machine!â
âMaster Benedict, I think you have made a wise decision. Our young lord must be deliberately hiding his true strength in the past and it is possible for him to win this competition.â
Master Benedict nodded and replied in a deep voice, âDonât try to flatter me. If you really get something, try to please our young lord.â
Kacper sighed and rubbed his chest worriedly when seeing what happened.
âIt is astonishing! How powerful Maximilian is! Although Frankie is not good at fighting technique, he could beat most masters after surgery. However, now he canât manage to fight back! It is so horrifying!â
Kacper was glad that he was not bold and made up his decision to fight with Maximilian in another way.
He had to catch Victoria first before fighting with him.
Kacper didnât hesitate when making up his mind and quickly left.
Maximilian threw Frankie, who completely couldnât move, on the ground and looked down upon him with a smile, âTell me. Who was with you just now? I guess his name is Kacper.â
âWell, I wonât tell you anything.â Frankie replied firmly and closed his eyes to pretend to be dead.
âThen let me practice with your body. I havenâ t break someoneâs bones for a long time and today is a good chance.â
Maximilian rubbed his wrist and was excited when saying these words.
Frankie suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Maximilian in fear when his whole body began to tremble.
âItâs not I donât want to tell you, but I canât tell you. I will be dead if I tell you the truth!â
âThen just say it straightforward. Donât try to be tough. You can write it down or even draw it to tell me what happened.â
âI wonât tell you anything! I have already dead once. Kill me if you like and stop torturing me!â
Frankie only wanted to die quickly. It would be worse if Maximilian kept torturing on him than dead.