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    "Tch."


    Frank withdrew his fist, clicking his tongue with a look of dissatisfaction.


    In fact, everyone around him could see that he was dissatisfied because he did not go all out.


    Frank then turned, staring at the martial artists who were standing around, frozen stiff, their jaws almost dropping.


    "What''s so surprising?" he asked. "Oh, and I don''t have to pay for any of that, right?"


    Mr. Zoran nodded nkly at Frank''s question.


    Frank then looked up at the giant sma screen overhead. His face was on the screen along, with a seemingly endless line of question marks where his punching strength should be shown.


    Frank stared at it, frowning, before turning toward the petrified Tijil. "So? Does that mean I win?"


    Tijil was staring nkly at Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot.


    "Well, that works for me."


    Frank pped him on the shoulder before beckoning at Scarface, Mona, and Kat. "Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices wille by in another few days to try again, is that alright?"


    "What? Right, okay..." Mr. Zoran nodded nkly again.


    Then, Frank turned back toward the Thousand Isles Guild members. "Anyway, you don''t have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to arrange for a proper funeral for him. Do we have an agreement on that?"


    Seeing Frank''s stare, even Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left feeling the creeps.


    No longer pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members were utterly quiet, only nodding repeatedly.


    "Alright, then that''s it for today. Remember not to behave so pompously from now on, okay?"


    With that—and with onest warning, Frank left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat in tow.


    Thud.


    As soon as Frank was gone, Tijil''s knees buckled, and he dropped limply on his rear.


    Then, he turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in his eyes.


    "Godfather...."


    Ivo, who had finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly man losing allposure.


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    "What was that, Godfather?"


    "What was that, Mr. Stam?"


    Sanne, Ivo and the other Thousand Isles Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank.... That man just now... is of the Transcendent rank..."


    "What?!"


    The Thousand Isles Guild members were left frozen stiff again.


    Even as Sanne turned nkly to look where Frank had gone, she was trembling endlessly.


    After all, even Thousand Isles Guild only had two Transcendent-ranked elites among them-the chieftain of Thousand Isles Guild, and their mysterious grand elder.


    However, those two were ancient freaks who had lived for almost two centuries, while that young man who did not even look thirty had already reached their level!


    It was simply outrageous!


    "All of you, kneel!"


    Tijil suddenly growled maniacally at the Thousand Isles Guild members. "Kowtow to the body of that martial artist and apologize! Do not disobey the orders of a Transcendent ranked elite!


    "And you, Sanne! Your status as a participant is hereby forfeited. Return to the South Sea this instant-you are grounded!"