The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 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 panicked as he looked on from the distance, seeing that Frank had obviously fallen for a trick that lured him into attacking.

How would Frank defend himself now, when he was being attacked from every possible angle?!

On the other hand, Silverbell remained calm even as she watched, even murmuring to herself, "What's this?"

"Mr. Lawrence!"

Ned had seen enough and was ready to leap into the fray when Silverbell caught him.

She appeared even more shocked than Ned because she recognized the technique Frank used.

The Death Eater—with it, one would only be bolstered endlessly the more they fought.

Most importantly, only two individuals knew that technique.

The first was the Lord of the Southern Woods—it was the technique he used to carve a bloody path into Talnam and achieve fame for that feat.

As for the other…

"Donn…?" Silverbell gaped, the composure she maintained from the start melting right then.