Chapter 945

"Perfect!" Frank moved at the speed of light—even before the Talnamese could charge his pure vigor, Frank was already in his face! "No!" That was all he had time to gasp as Frank stabbed his chest with Talc's hook and pulled him out from the combat ward. In the middle of the combat ward, Talc was breaking out in a cold sweat at the sight. "Hold the line!" "Hah! Did you think I'd let you?" Frank did not kill the Talnamese he pulled away immediately, instead seizing the opening to rush to the middle of the combat ward. "What?!" Talc was stunned for a moment but was soon grinning in delight. In combat wards, the strongest spot was always the center, where everyone's pure vigor converged. And given that combat wards were made to kill in the first place, Frank would only get himself killed by rushing down the middle! "Everyone together!" Talc bellowed. At his orders, every Talnamese charged their pure vigor and leapt toward Frank, poised to strike! "Mr. Lawrence!" Ned panick