NovelEnglishMr. Zoran breathed a sigh of relief-thankfully, things did not get out of hand and were still manageable.
He said, "There's nothing better since everyone has agreed to this wager and to a peaceful solution. As the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager, I shall be the referee to the fairness of this wager." After, on one hand was the daughter of a Thousand Isles Guild chief, while on the other was a VIP whom the chief of the Martial Alliance had asked to escort.
If they really went for each other's throats, Mr. Zoran would be the loser in the end, since he was caught in the middle. "So, who's going first?" he asked, glancing between Sanne and Frank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Allow me!" Sanne chuckled coolly, walking straight toward the boxing machine and taking aim squarely at the standing punching bag in the middle.
It was quite battered since many martial elites had already taken their turns, but it did not affect the machine precision. "Look closely! This is the might of Thousand Isles Guild!" she boasted, brandishing her fist.
Then, with low grunt, she struck the punching bag viciously dead center.
Pow! There was a dull boom, and Sanne's picture appeared on the giant plasma screen overhead, with the number display rapidly increasing beside it.
Ding! There was a jingle as the numbers soon stopped, stopping at 3,196 pounds.
"What?!" All the martial artists thought they were seeing things when they saw the number. However, even as they rubbed their eyes, they soon realized that there was no mistake-the punch was worth 3,196 pounds! One had to note that Sanne was just a Birthright-ranked elite and a woman—who usually lacked the advantage men had in brute strength-at that.
As such, it was ridiculous that her punch weight reached a number that would pass even an Ascendant-ranked elite's! "Is that the might of Thousand Isle Guild? It's just..." "Ridiculous." The martial artists were all busy talking among themselves and now regarded Sanne with fear and disbelief.
Sanne certainly enjoyed being in the center of attention.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDespite being a woman, she was not intimidated by her male peers in terms of strength-perhaps thanks to her pudgy stature. Even Tijil was nodding in approval at a distance.
The brat was absolutely stupid, but her gift as a martial artist was indisputable.
Sanne turned to level a look of contempt at Frank just then. "Your turn?" Frank nodded calmly and called out, "Mona." Kat had improved a lot lately, but she had just reached the Birthright rank, and physical strength was not her forte.
As such, she would be a poor match against Mona, which was why Frank picked Mona instead.
Chapter 1922 1 Chapter 1922 2 Chapter 1922 3 Mona could certainly see Frank's intention too, and she smiled.
"Infinite sky, infinite dirt. The universe lendsstrength, with the sternness of a diamond that shatters all-Hup!" With a swift chant, Mona buffed her right arm with geomantic force.
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