Chapter 408

At some point in time, Frank had already grabbed Boran by the wrist, holding him in place!

“Is that all you’ve got?” Frank slowly looked up at him in disdain.

“What?” Boran exclaimed, his cheeks suddenly pale.

“It’s tradition–traitors do not get off scot–free, and the same goes for you, And with those words, he swiped his palm against Boran’s arm!

Swish!

Boran’s arm was sliced off clean, and blood gushed out like a geyser!

“Argh!!!” Boran screamed–this was not how it was supposed to go!

Frank did not stop, however.

Crack!

you,” Frank growled.

He grabbed Boran by the shoulder and crushed his bones into powder before kicking him out of the ring!

The entire exchange did not last more than three seconds, even as Frank nonchalantly flung Boran’s dismembered arm on the floor!

Boran kept screaming even as he held his bleeding shoulder, “Give me back my arm… Give it back to me…”

Frank snorted. “It seems that the Cloud Mover style shall be lost on this day.”

And with those words, he jammed his foot on Boran’s dismembered arm and crushed it beneath his foot!

Something snapped in Boran as he looked on… his arm was now just a puddle, and it would never be reattached!

The crowd looked on in silence.

“Woah… the kid is ruthless.”

“It seems like the Turnbulls have an ace up their sleeves!”

They had all been expecting the Turnbulls to lose after Boran defected. Some even started to leave, ready to call off any partnerships they still had with the Turnbulls.

Naturally, the way Frank suddenly stepped out and turned the tables changed their mind.

Even Vicky, Cliff, and Yara were astounded.

Yara’s jaw was even hanging open as she murmured, “H–He just took down an Earthrank with one strike… How strong is he?”

Cliff suddenly remembered how he insulted Frank the first time they met, and how hilarious it was!

The man could have killed him with just a flick of his finger!

Meanwhile, Frank stood in the ring, asking icily, “Anyone else?”

Drake vaulted into the ring. “Don’t get so full of yourself, kid.”

Frank simply laughed. “Weren’t you the tenth in Earthrank? The eighth can’t even lift a candle. to me–I guess you really are suicidal.”

“Hmph. That’s not the case now,” Drake growled, throwing off his shirt to bare his muscular frame, the very surroundings suddenly changing!

Vicky, Cliff, and Yara gasped in turn.

“Did he reach the pinnacle as a vigor wielder?”

“His vigor’s so abundant… he must be on the cusp of Birthright!”

The crowd was left frowning at yet another dramatic turn of events.

“So that’s why he’s so confident… Drake has mastered his vigor!”

“Wasn’t he just an initiate five years ago? Such an accomplishment is just horrific!”

Drake was grinning gleefully even as he listened to the crowd’s comment.

Glaring at Frank, he barked, “Now, die!”

Frank simply shook his head. “You would have had a chance if you reached Birthright rank… you’re too weak as you are now.”

With that, Frank suddenly unleashed his pure vigor, the around him bursting away as he kicked Drake in the chest!