The motel owner snorted. "You''re all so ignorant! It''s true that most guns are


    pointless against Ascendant ranks, but this is no ordinary gun-it''s a mystical item


    refined by a master craftsman.


    "Not only are the bullets much faster, the gun''s pration power is even more


    formidable. I used it to bury many while I was young-even martial elites like you!"


    Everyone became restless at those.


    However, while Drunken Moon and the others were worried, Frank was actually


    excited.


    Mystic items were a quintessential part of high fantasy, and he might reach a


    treasure trove through the master craftsman whom the motel owner spoke of.


    "Aren''t you scared?" the motel owner asked just then, puzzled seeing that Frank


    was fearless, even smiling.


    Frank chuckled. "Why should I worry about a mere toy? Start shooting if you want


    -I''m sure everyone''s busy and has better things to do."


    The middle-aged man snapped, "You''re getting too full of yourself, brat! That thing


    has clearly seen plenty of action and victories, and you might really die if you don''t


    watch yourself."


    Frank simply spread his arms. "Then shoot!"


    The motel ownerughed. "Well, you asked for it. And don''t worry-once you''re


    dead, I''ll show thosedies a good time!"


    With a sleazy smile, he pulled the trigger right then... only to be dumbstruck with


    the rest of them the next second.


    With an audible ng, the bullet ricocheted before dropping to the floor, while


    Frank stood there, clearly unhurt!


    "How?! How is that possible?!"


    Both the motel owner and the middle-aged man could feel their jaws dropping.


    There were two ways that an


    Ascendant-ranked individual was


    impervious to bullets-most of them


    were quick enough to dodge it while


    the minority were durable enough to


    be bulletproof.


    However, the motel owner''s gun and bullets were supposedly different and could


    ovee those!


    "What''s impossible about it? You''re ignorant, aren''t you?"


    Vaporizing the motel owner''s gun with just a thought, Frank whipped out the


    pendant and waved it at him, asking, "Can you tell me who made this now?"


    It was only natural that the motel owner was not in the mood to talk.


    Scrambling to his feet, he started running, only for Frank to trip him. "Did you


    really think you''re so unassuming? Far from it-especially with that mindset of


    yours!"


    The motel owner was speechless, but it was true that he had been too


    presumptuous of his own invincibility.


    He was just going to show off a little and check out why the pendant was suddenly


    activated, only to find himself facing true power.


    Smiling apologetically, he said,


    "Come on, friend. We''re all martial


    artists, so there''s always a point


    when we should stop when ites


    to sparring. You''re still young


    kid-don''t go astray now!"


    Frankughed in amusement. "Now you''re appealing to my kindness? You


    certainly weren''t hesitating when you shot me.


    "You''re not really repenting-you''re


    apologizing just because you know


    death ising. It''s toote for you


    to say anything now, so tell me what


    I want to know, or else..."


    Shoving his foot down, Frank crushed the motel owner''s ankle, leaving him


    screaming in pain.


    He would have passed out too, if Frank was not using his powers to keep him


    conscious!


    Still, the motel owner asked, "Would you spare my life if I told you?"


    "I might consider it." Frank nodded. "Now start talking!"