Chapter 409

Drake quickly threw up his hands to parry the kick with every bit of vigor he had, but within a split second, he could feel a terrible shockwave vaporizing his vigor!

His arms were left numbed from the blow, and he was struggling to stand as he wobbled backward and fell out of the ring!

There was a dull thud as he dropped on the floor, and Drake was left staring up at the ceiling, his face pale as a sheet.

He felt blood in his mouth and a gag reflex but managed to stop himself in time, stilling his churning meridians.

“Sir…?”

“Are you alright, sir?!”

Wilf and the other Chandlers turned pale too, horrified to see Frank knocking their elder out of the ring with just one kick!

Drake gulped as he sensed his blood welling up his throat but waved them off. “I’m fine…”

Meanwhile, Vicky, Cliff, and Yara were all trading glances.

“Whoa…”

“Oof… Wasn’t Frank saying that he’s not Earthrank? How is he having such an easy time against Earthrank?”

That was when Yara suggested, “Maybe he’s Skyrank?”

“Sky…rank?” Vicky’s eyes widened, not quite buying Yara’s theory.

“That’s impossible,” Cliff said. “Skyranks are usually fifty years or above, and most are heirs of their respective sects… And how old is Frank in comparison? Even if started as a baby, there’s no way he could reach Skyrank at just twenty!”

Vicky and Yara listened to him breaking down the process and nodded in agreement.

They certainly could not believe that Frank was Skyrank either!

Meanwhile, Frank stood imposingly in the ring and surveyed everything below loftily.

“I guess the Chandlers have no one left,” he growled. “Do you yield?”

Wilf pointed at Frank right then. “Don’t you get so full of yourself, kid! You merely caught Mr. Chandler off guard–he hasn’t surrendered yet!”

He knew he would not win against Frank, but they had a shot as long as Drake did not yield!

However, Drake’s face fell as he shot Wilf a glare. “Shut up!”

“Sir…?” Wilf blurted in uncertainty, not sure why his boss was being so wary.

He was trying to hype him up, only for him to be told to stay quiet?!

Drake growled at the same time, “You don’t get to talk here.”

Then, turning toward Frank and the Turnbulls, he said, “Ms. Turnbull, my family’s fight is not with you. Why don’t we put this mess behind us?”

The onlookers were all dumbstruck.

“What? It’s over?”

“What is Drake Chandler saying? Could Frank Lawrence’s kick be too much for him?”

“Oh, that actually makes sense….”

Vicky could hear them from the stage but frowned. “Are you yielding, Mr. Chandler?”

Drake shook his head. “Of course not. I just don’t want things to get out of hand.”

Frank laughed icily. “Since you’re not yielding, then we’ll just have to continue.”

The man was already crippled by his kick, but refused to admit it!

Naturally, Drake was sweating bullets as soon as Frank threatened to continue.

Still, he kept his hands behind his back as he frowned. “Do you not know anything aside from fighting, Mr. Lawrence? Let’s just stay out of each other’s way from now on, and won’t demand any part of Grande Pharma’s business…”

my family Frank hesitated for a moment this time. “Such sweet words–do you really think you can send us away with just words?”