Frank ignored the hag and asked, "How many people do you have?"


    "It doesn''t matter," the hag growled coldly. "They''re plenty enough to deal with you."


    Frank nodded and sat cross-legged, closing and resting his eyes while saying, "Go on. Call for them."


    The hag was curious. "You''re only in your twenties-wherever did you get that confidence?"


    Frank chuckled. "You can identify a horse from a donkey by making it run, as they say."


    The hag would like to end him right there. But considering that this was an opportunity to train, and they were all safe with her around, she decided to y along and called for everyone.


    Soon, over a hundred people dressed like the hag arrived. All of them were ugly or had birth defects, which paints quite the amusing picture.


    A middle-aged man in shades strode up, studying Frank in interest. "Oh, quite the overachiever, aren''t you? Reaching the Ascendant rank in your twenties..."


    Frank shot him a look and asked coolly, "How many people have you killed before?"


    The middle-aged man did a double take, mystified. "What?"


    Frank repeated his question, and he could not stopughing. "Are you judging me by whether I''ve killed people? No way! Are you really convinced that you''re some deity of justice who could take down anyone in seconds?"


    As the middle-aged manughed in contempt, everyone else joined in.


    "Oh, to think that the great Mr. Changram has suffered such contempt! We have no choice but to quarter him now."


    The middle-aged man glowered. "Well, thanks to them, I have no intention to y. You heard them either I quarter you, or I would have to bear this shame for life!"


    He spread his arms, and blue lotuses appeared around him, glowing brilliantly.


    Even as the woman beside Frank


    had to close her eyes from the dazzling gleam, she wasughing "Do you know the difference


    Qu


    between you and the world now?! There''s mysticism aside from martial arts, and these people are the gods to your mortals


    "Oh, don''t you feel ignorant now? Hahaha! This is simply cathartic!"


    However, Frank merely smiled and waved, and the middle-aged man''s lotuses were all burned by an invisible me.


    Then, another louts appeared beneath Frank''s feet, lifting him while it glowed in a bright red hue!


    Everyone was shocked-the Sacred Lotus was a technique that was differentiated by the hues of a lotus casted by the user.


    The rainbow gleam of the middle-aged man was actually the lowest tier beneath the individual colors in the rainbow sequence, with red being the strongest and purple the weakest.


    As such, no one present could have expected that some man who had no rtions to them would instantly learn their trademark technique, and at the highest level!


    After all, even the hag only reached red. So what the hell was this?


    Staring at the woman who was left stunned speechless, he asked, "Do you feet ignorant now? The supreme techniques you pride yourself with don''t even count as parlor tricks-l could learn them anytime I wanted."


    As he finished, the red light shed and floored everyone.


    The hag shrieked, "W-Who are you?! How did youe to learn my technique?!" Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Are you deaf? I told you—I learned it on the fly!"