The weirdoughed coolly. "It''s as everyone''s said—you are as weird as you are conceited. But that''s no issue-let me show you the gap between you and this world."


    And with those words, he pointed a finger at Frank.


    While Frank could not sense an attack, he dodged by instinct and watched as the spot where he had been standing distorting as if an unfurling ripple.


    The very air seemed to have been bent by some sort of energy, and it would actually have been troublesome for him to take the brunt of it.


    Jada noticed what happened and eximed, "Chief, is the weirdo actually very powerful?!"


    Frank smiled, shaking his head.


    Gesturing at the pictures of the mystical beasts with his chin, he exined, "His ability most likely has something to do with those pictures. I''m not too sure if his true form is all that strong, but the one in front of us is really no big deal. He could hurt me at best, but not kill me."


    The weirdo snorted. "Say whatever you like when ites to boasting, no one would win against you."


    He then started pointing at Frank repeatedly with both hands, and Frank kept dodging while closing in on the weirdo.


    At first, the weirdo could stand his ground, convinced that Frank would never reach him, until fear eventually found him, and he started to back away.


    Frank chuckled. "Why are you running? Weren''t you convinced of your might? Why fear me?"


    Jada chimed in, "If you''re that strong, stand and fight my master!"


    She even rolled her eyes-not at the weirdo, and certainly not at Frank.


    She simply scorned her own self from a second ago, thinking that Frank might lose.


    It was an abominable thought-Frank was the most powerful man in the world, both objectively and subjectively.


    The weirdo stumbled backward, howling, "No, that''s impossible! My technique, once homed in on a target, would hit it regardless of the distance! How did you dodge it?!"


    "I have hands, don''t I?''


    And with those words, he was in front of the weirdo, seizing him by the throat instantly.


    Knowing that Frank could kill him in an instant, the weirdo stopped moving entirely in fear.


    However, despite the clear threat of


    death with


    his


    Frank''s fingers aroun


    that did not stop


    g defiantly. "No, thi


    can''t be


    it!"


    He had taken countless lives with this move, so he could not believe that it did not work against Frank.


    The only reason in the end was that the brat must have been hiding it. That had to be it!


    "What''s got you so upset? Do tell!"


    Since Frank had won, he was all too happy to torment the weirdo.


    The weirdoughed coldly. "If I''d been better informed and knew could do this, I would''ve


    something else, and you''d bet


    be dead."


    Frank was at once amused. "So you''re saying you have more than one trump


    card, but you can''t use them all at once-only one at a time?"


    The weirdo nodded. "Do you have the guts to release me, and we have a rematch?"


    Frank would usually not y to such people''s tune, but he would like a closer look at the kid''s technique, since it might be a solution to the conundrum guing him.


    He even made a bet. "If you lose, you''ll teach me that. How about it?"


    The weirdo chuckled. "Aren''t you being overconfident here, kid?"


    "Overconfident?"


    Frank smirked in turn. "Well, let me show you where I got it from!"


    He released the weirdo and spread his arms wide. "Go on, use that on me again!"


    "Do you think I''m stupid?"


    The weirdo, however, did not do it. "You''ll just dodge if I do."