Even if it was not physically visible, Frank sensed an indescribable presence around Mona's right arm.It was not obvious, but Frank was surprised by the light sheet of aura upon a closer observation."Is that geomantics?" Frank raised a brow in understanding.In appearance, Mona was very slender, in a completely different weight class from Sanne, not to mention that her presence was withdrawn. It was only if one was as close to her as Frank was that they would realize that Mona was more than what she seemed.On the other hand, Sanne was leering at Mona. "Pfft… Just look at how thin you are, brat! Don't break your arm when you punch the boxing machine!"In Sanne's mind, forget Mona's physique—her Birthright rank presence was already weaker than hers.Forget the Birthright rank requirement of 1,100 pounds—her punch would not even reach 100 pounds!Even Tijil was clearing his throat to reason with Mona. "Ahem… Young lady, no one would mock you if you give up now."After all, Sann
"I already did?"Mona raised her brow at Sanne, stopping short of calling Sanne stupid."What—"Before Sanne could snap, the towering boxing machine screamed shrilly.Soon, Mona's face was displayed on the giant plasma screen overhead, while the number display started shooting up rapidly."Wait, what…?"Sanne and the rest of the martial artists all looked stunned, as they did not see Mona hit the boxing machine.More bewilderingly, she left the numbers skyrocketing so much that it looked like it was malfunctioning!Ding!Everyone was dumbstruck as the machine jingled with the final result.Even if Sanne's earlier punch left all the martial artists dumbstruck with her 3,196-pound punching strength, Mona's result took their breath away.Eleven thousand pounds! No more, no less!Even as everyone was left spacing out skeptical, they were brought to their senses as Mona giggled. "Hah! How about that for control, Mr. Lawrence?!""11,000 pounds…? 11,000 pounds?! That brat is real
Mona stood akimbo, smiling smugly too. "Hmph. It really was nothing."On the other hand, Sanne was scowling but unable to say a word.Even if she wanted to accuse Mr. Zoran of siding with Frank, saying something like that now would only humiliate her—the man would never have the balls to play favorites now!"That brat is… scary."While everyone from Thousand Isles Guild were silent, Tijil stared at Mona as he murmured beside Ivo. "Even I misjudged her. She's not just accomplished in the martial arts, but she has also received advanced guidance… and I also detect a hint of geomantics.""Geomantics?"The term left most members of Thousand Isles Guild confused, while Tijil snorted. "Hmph. It's a combination of Draconian traditional divination arts and geomancy and boasts unthinkable might. Some even said that it's a subpar immortal art that ancient sages left behind."Tijil obviously knew much about geomantics and was staring fixedly at Mona, "And she has most likely just used it."
On the other hand, if Tijil beat Frank, that would mean that both sides had come to a draw, and everyone would be happy.In fact, because Tijil stepped up and took responsibility for Sanne's murder of that martial artist, Thousand Isles Guild would not only be spared embarrassment, but they would also earn the favor of the public.One certainly had to admit that wisdom did come with age, especially for Tijil—his ploy was impeccable.In fact, he did not give Frank a chance to refuse as he strode up on stage, standing beside the boxing machine as he chuckled. "Hehe. If you can punch harder than me, Mr. Lawrence, then it's a day of defeat for Thousand Isles Guild."His smile soon faded as his eyes flashed sharply, and he cried, "Hyah!"HIs pure vigor erupted, sending any martial artists who were too close flying.Even Stone, Sanne's personal bodyguard, had to steady himself."Did the majordomo improve again…?" Sanne was herself shocked by the pressure emanating from Tijil."That's
"Oh… Haha… Hahahaha!!!"After a brief stunned silence, Sanne suddenly burst out in laughter. "That's our majordomo for you! Unleashing such terror from just one punch, he almost broke the Martial Alliance's custom-made boxing machine!"When he was done laughing, she turned to level a smug glare at Frank. "How about that? You can still surrender now, Mr. Lawrence.""Yeah… Why don't you concede, Mr. Lawrence?" Mr. Zoran asked, taking out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his brow. "If you do, the score would be one against one. A draw… so how about it?"He was earnestly asking Frank to concede, since everyone would be happy that way.Moreover, he was incredibly lucky that Tijil did not directly break the boxing machine, or the damage would be terrible for the Zamri Martial Alliance branch.Seeing that Frank's party was quiet, Sanne went even further as she provoked them even further. "Weren't y'all so full of it just a moment ago? Why the silence now? Why aren't any of you hol
Frank glanced at the battered boxing machine, as well as the other martial artists who were busy talking among themselves, and shook his head. "There would be a terrible loss. And since I'd rather avoid that, I hope we could all just let it rest."However, forget everyone present—even Scarface, Mona, and Kat thought Frank was being full of himself."Master Lawrence, don't you think you're… Ahem?"Kat was going to say that Frank was really pushing his luck but could not say it out loud since she was on his side.At the same time, Scarface, who had been standing in the crowd and watching all this while, turned toward Mona. "Hey, has Brother Lawrence always been like that?""Well… Yeah."Mona was left pursing her lips as she stared at Frank in exasperation. "He's slow on the uptake when it comes to certain things, so he doesn't know that he wasn't making peace—if anything, what he said was a provocation."Naturally, from his point of view, he might be making peace. And I think what
Mona was actually confused, as she really had no idea if her mentor was pretending or otherwise.Still, Scarface shrugged just then. "Well, that aside, other martial elites must have straightened him out before, no?""Uh…"Mona was left stumped, blinking. "I don't think so…""What?!" Scarface was left gaping. "You mean that he's always been like this and has never lost?"However, Mona really had no memory of Frank losing and turned to Kat. "So? Has he ever lost to anyone before?""Of course."Kat nodded confidently. "Whenever he's up against Vicky and Helen, he'd always lose and get smacked around."Both Scarface and Mona were left speechless by Kat's answer.Still, they were no longer concerned for Frank and were instead staring at Tijil sympathetically.They also could more or less imagine Frank's sly smile beneath his innocent expression."Ahem…"Frank certainly could not care about what they were thinking.One thing was for sure—the members of Thousand Isles Guild had
"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 blankly at Frank's question.Frank then looked up at the giant plasma 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 blankly at Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot."Well, that works for me."Frank clapped 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