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.”

death, having her pride as a

there was nothing

man licked his lips as he studied her lecherously. “That

froze. “What are

man chuckled. “Just going to have

and snapped straight at his lecherous face,

victim to

as she flailed her fists maniacally, the scrawny man thought nothing of it

her blood-curdling scream resounding in

limply with those gaping

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

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

Frida suddenly spat in the scrawny man’s

chance,” the man snapped and punched her right

she started to drift in and out of her

was about to reach for her bra, he felt the burst of air

Shunk!

a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly from