Robert frowned, caught off guard that Frank had pushed Flying Sword Sect that far.


    Even so, he braced himself and said, “Mr. Yaffe, would you mind doing me a favor and let Mr.


    Lawrence live?”


    Kuno wheeled on him with a cool re. “Let him live? No, governor, I’m doing you a favor by talking to


    you right now. And you want him to live? No chance.”


    Robert chuckled. “I get it, I get it… However, Mr. Lawrence isn’t as unimportant as most would think–


    you’re going to pay if you really do kill him. That includes the Turnbulls, Flora Hall, my family, Skyde


    Dojo, Gerald Simmons… there are plenty of people who owe Mr. Lawrence. I’m afraid they would have


    a few things to say if you do kill him.”


    Kuno frowned. “Are you threatening me?”


    “No, you misunderstand…” Robert quickly threw up his hands. “I’m just offering a simple suggestion–


    let’s settle this the old–fashioned way with a duel. It’s the fairest manner of judgment… What do you


    think?”


    Kuno studied Robert for a moment, and then nced at his apprentices.


    He pondered to himself, aware that Robert would protect Frank even if it kills him if he refused the duel.


    “In that case, I shall entertain your request,” he said. “But on one condition.”


    Robert’s eyes lit up. “Do tell, Mr. Yaffe.”


    In Robert’s mind, Frank had the most chance of winning a one–on–one duel. Otherwise, he would


    never win if the Flying Sword Sect apprentices attacked him all at once.


    you have


    “This will be a duel to the death,” Kuno said and turned to re coldly at Frank. “Do you the balls,


    kiddo?”


    In his mind, he was more than a match for Frank, even if he had to close his eyes. If anything, killing


    the bastard on the ring worked for him too!


    Frankughed coolly in turn. “Hmm. Why not? Although the chief of Flying Sword Sect would be


    humiliated soon enough.”


    “Quit running your mouth, boy,” Kuno snapped viciously. “I’ll show you the humility of defeat today!”


    Turning toward Robert again, he added, “Mr. Quill, you’re the one who suggested the duel- be our


    witness. If anyone dares/flee, you’ll execute them on the spot.”


    “Oh… Of course,” Robert replied, sweating over his brow–Kuno was dead serious!


    Kuno then waved, and his apprentices backed away far enough to clear a ring.


    As Frank handed Jan to Vicky, she asked worriedly, “Are you sure about this, Frank?”


    Frank chuckled in contempt. “Don’t worry. I’ll show him what ‘there’s always a bigger fish‘ means soon


    enough.“/


    “Talk all you want.” Jan snorted in contempt. “You won’t even know what hit you.


    His father was a savant in martial arts peerless in Riverton–a brat like Frank would never win!


    Frank did not argue.


    After all, nothing would persuade Jan more than when he watched Frank defeat his father.


    As Frank strode into the center of the ring, Kuno drew his meter–long sword.


    Its edge was razor sharp, and the hilt was encrusted with a ruby, symbolizing the authority of the Flying


    Sword Sect chief.


    “Draw your weapon, brat,” Kuno then growled


    Frank shook his head. “Why? It’s just you.”


    The utter disrespect!


    The Flying Sword Sect apprentices certainly thought Frank was full of himself and cheered Kuno on


    with righteous indignation.


    “Go, chief! Kill him!”


    “Show him the might of Flying Sword Sect!”


    Kuno did not waste his breath either and leapt toward Frank, his sword gliding smoothly in his grasp.


    “Die!”


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    Knowing that Frank had more influence than he expected, he must kill Frank before anyone else


    arrived, or this would only get out of hand!