Chapter 342

However, Quentin felt danger as soon as his fingers made contact with Seth’s body.

Bang!

“Argh!”

Seth soon crashed into Quentin with such terrible force that his arms were broken right then!

Unable to stop Seth, he was sent flying as well!

Still, as they finally crashed resoundingly to a stop, Quentin was soon scrambling to his feet. “Master Seth! Master Seth! Are you alright?!” he cried as he hurried to Seth’s side.

Soon, he paled.

Seth’s face was purple, all his ribs cracked and his organs ruptured. His pupils were blank as well, and he was clearly not breathing.

“Motherfucker!!! You killed him?!”

Quentin was stupefied–he had come to save Seth, but there was just no reasoning with Frank! He had actually killed Seth as Quentin watched!

“Not just him–you’re next!” Frank’s teeth were bared as he leapt off the second floor and bounded toward Quentin with a kick!

Not about to let down his guard, Quentin brought his arms to bear and parry his blow!

Pow!

Frank’s kick sent him flying dozens of meters away, and he crashed through the wall, leaving a long trail of debris in his wake!

“Bleurgh!” Quentin was coughing blood éven as he felt a terrible agony on his chest.

He looked up again at Frank again, this time in disbelief—he did not expect such horrific power from a mere brat!

No, not even Galen would be a match for him!

And Frank was not stopping–moving as fast as lightning, he closed the distance to Quentin and grabbed him by the throat!

“W–What are you doing?” Quentin choked even as he paled in fear. “Are you declaring war on Flying Sword Sect?”

“And it’d be your fault for touching Winter!” Frank’s eyes were scarlet, and his murderous presence flared!

He would have negotiated with them peacefully, but they broke the rules when they went for Winter.

A war? So what?

On the other hand, Quentin had no idea what the connection between Winter and Frank was, or why he was so furious!

Frank smacked his chest with his palm, leaving it sunken while Quentin was sent flying again! As Quentin crashed out of the doorway, all the Flying Sword Sect apprentices who were waiting outside were left stupefied.

They had all presumed the perps in the building would surrender as soon as Quentin stepped in but they had actually attacked Quentin?

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“Sir, are you alright?” one of them asked, but Quentin could barely breathe, let alone speak!

The man immediately took it for an opportunity to grab some merit and bellowed, “Go! We must save Master Seth!”

There were over fifty Flying Sword Sect apprentices outside after all–they had nothing to fear!

With a resounding battlecry, they all charged into the building!

Frank simply stared at them, equally fearless.

He unleashed his vigor, his clothes flapping loudly as a shockwave unfurled away from him.

At the very next second, he was already dancing through the crowd gracefully, and no one could stop him!

With punches as quickly as a lightning, several Flying Sword Sect apprentices were instantly sent flying! And as Frank rained over dozens more punches, they were all floored, crying for their mothers.

When Fred finally realized what was happening on the second floor, his jaw hung ajar as he watched Frank standing in the middle of the lobby.

It was the first time he had ever seen Frank fight, and he had presumed him to be some rich kid without much skill–he certainly had to regard the man in a new light after today!

He was fighting Flying Sword Sect apprentices too, each of whom were strong fighters themselves…

but they were all as weak as kittens when they were up against Frank!