Ned spat, "Guess you''re lucky this time!"
"Oof—"
Yed coughed blood as he copsed, unconscious.
Frank and the Janko retainer then hurried into the mini tram that thetter came on and returned to the
main Janko mansion.
"Whoa..." Frank was actually surprised to see only half the mansion was left standing.
At the same time, Ciril''s wild rampage was still continuing, and most of the Janko retainers Lothar
brought were either dead or maimed.
Even if Ciril was saved, the damage to his family was already done.
"Is Mr. Lawrence here yet?!" Lothar shouted when he saw the mini tram return, wiping the blood off his
lips and appearing guilty when he saw Frank.
If only he had known that Hal would ruin everything. He should have just killed that brat from the start
and be done with it!
"Please, Mr. Lawrence." he cried. "You have to help us! Save my brother!"
"Ciril." Frank appeared shocked even as he watched Ciril Janko from afar.
The man''s skin was beet red as he fought several Ascendant rank Janko retainers at the same time.
One would expect nothing less from the Jankos—one of Morhen''s most illustrious families—just as
Ciril''s ce as their leader was undisputed.
The sheer depth of his strength—even in the absence of a rational mind, or the boost of pure vigor—
was quickly wearing down the Ascendant rank Janko retainers.
Lothar could certainly see that Frank was impressed and promptly pleaded, "That''s my brother for you.
That''s why he''s one of the high elders in the Martial Alliance and one of their best fighters. If he falls,
our family could well fall apart."
"That''s why I''m begging you, Mr. Lawrence. Help him. Just get him back to normal, and I''ll pay you
another 800 million. No, even eight billion is not out of the question!"
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"Pfft. Don''t tell me that the check is going to bounce too, just like Yed''s?"
Somehow, Frank found it appropriate to chuckle and joke despite the situation.
On the other hand, Lothar was gaping. "What?! That brat didn''t pay you?!"
"He eventually did. I had to work for it, though." Frank smiled and nodded.
Rising to his feet, he looked out into the distance with a somber gaze, watching as Ciril wheezed one
moment and growled like a wild beast the next.
"Peak Ascendant rank, huh?"
Frank certainly knew that he was no match for the man. To even stand a chance against that man, he
needed sufficient time to charge his pure vigor or some miraculous natural wonder that could bolster
his cultivation.
While he would be unrivaled against anyone below Transcendent rank if he reached Ascendant rank,
Frank still had to admit that he could not win outright here and now.
"Restrain him," he said. "Buy me five seconds."
"Five seconds?! Alright!"
Lothar gritted his teeth as he strode out from behind a copsed pir, looking at the remaining Janko
retainers around him as he bellowed, "You heard Mr. Lawrence! He''ll save Ciril, but we first need to
restrain Ciril and buy him time! Together now!"
"Alright!"
Ten retainers leapt toward the rampaging Ciril at Lothar''s orders.
At the same time, Frank slid into a corner. He chanted a mantra as he unleashed the Five-Peat
Archaeus, his pure vigor equal in strength with each of the Janko Retainers.
Lothar nced at Frank unwittingly just then, shock showing on his face.
"I-Is that the true depth of his power? He''s justpleted Birthright-rank, but his pure vigor is so
condensed... Is there anyone in Draconia who could rival him if he reaches Ascendant rank?!"
"Argh!!!"
That was when a red-eyed Ciril wed into the concrete floor with a single bare hand.
Then, pulling out a boulderrger than the size of a man, he threw it straight at Lothar!
"Terrapin Remittance!" Lothar suddenly bellowed, and headbutted the boulder, shattering it into pieces!