Chapter 1778
Ever since that meeting with his father and drinking the tea Silverbell brewed, Frank felt his pure vigor growing in abundance in strength. And now that it was catalyzed with the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, Frank could hardly control it.
"Well then, I just have to go all out!"
Moving his right foot backward, he released a shockingly red pure vigor as everyone looked on. Boom!
Even as Frank's hair flapped against the shockwave, Reynard's smile faded mid-air.
Everything around him seemed to disappear, be it the crowd or Huub, who kept egging him on.
His whole body was stiff, as if he was frozen mid-air, unable to move.
"Grr..."
Renard soon turned pale, as he found himself staring into a bloody pair of eyes. "Is that... the Death Eater?"
Frank was left dumbstruck and blinking, shocked that Renard recognized his move.
"Roar!!!"
Even as Renard heard the thunderous roar of a behemoth that could tear through space and time, he was suddenly free from the darkness. At that moment, he abruptly realized that the eyes he saw were Frank's and quickly understood Frank's identity.
After all, only two men could use the Death Eater technique: the Lord of the Southern Woods-Draconia's famous warlord-and his only son. And since the man before Renard was not the Lord of the Southern Woods, that would make the man before him his son!
H-Heavens above... what calamity had Huub brought down upon their heads?!
In fact, as soon as Renard realized who his opponent was, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Lawrence! I-I have no quarrel with you..." "Oh, but apologies..."
Frank was smirking, though it was a
picture
eyes. "utter horror in Renard's
eyes. "don't really know my own
strength, and I'm not sure if your old bones can take that..."
"What..."
Even before Renard realized what was happening, Frank was leaping toward him with a battlecry, aiming a punch at Renard's spear.
Seeing that he could not dodge, Renard clenched his teeth and mustered every iota of pure vigor he had anything could wait until after he blocked this strike!
"The brat may be the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods, but he wouldn't... Huh?!"
Renard thought that his spear and Frank's punch would cancel out each other only for him to stare blankly as the pure vigor spear-with which he had taken down countless foes was smashed into pieces.
As the spear broke down into tiny particles that scattered into the air, Renard's eyes widened in terror as Frank's punch closed in.
He had never expected to find himself up against Donn Lawrence, the Lord of the Southern Woods' son.
The man was just of Birthright rank
when he left a trail of bodies as he
fled Mystic Sky Sect back in the day. It was therefore all the more shocking that in just three years, the same kid had grown to such horrifying proportions.
On the other hand, Renard-one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia-did not even last a single strike!
Did that even make sense?!