The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frida was caught in disbelief.

She was twentieth in Earthrank but had never even heard of this man who had just dispatched her instantly.

That would mean he must be in the top ten, but she knew the top ten personally, and none of them had such amazing footwork or martial prowess!

The scrawny man laughed in turn. “Earthrank? It seems you really don’t understand that there’s always someone better, lady. Not all martial elites are eager to compete over such vanity, you know.”

Frida was taken aback—he was not Earthrank, but his martial arts was sublime… he must be from a sect!

She had certainly underestimated the martial elites of Riverton!

“What, are you regretting now?” The scrawny man gloated upon seeing the look of regret on her face.

Frida growled through her teeth, “Spare me your nonsense. Just kill me already.”

having her pride as a martial artist

was nothing

man licked his lips as he studied her lecherously. “That would be a waste for that

froze. “What are

chuckled. “Just going to have some

snapped straight at his lecherous face,

victim to such depravity before

her fists maniacally, the scrawny man thought nothing of it and sunk his clawlike

scream resounding in the car

her arm was left dangling limply with

that’s all you’re capable of, or I’ll make you

slit through Frida’s jacket right then, baring her fair skin, leaving just her black bra as the last

in

you a chance,” the man snapped and punched her right in

in and out

he felt the burst of air behind

Shunk!

silver needle stabbed viciously into a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly from