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.”

a quick death, having her pride as a

there was nothing surprising about

lips as he studied her lecherously. “That would

“What are you

going to have some

snapped straight at his lecherous face, “You bastard! I’ll kill

victim to such

fists maniacally, the scrawny man thought nothing of it

cried, her blood-curdling scream resounding in the

with those gaping holes left

that’s all you’re capable

jacket right then, baring her fair skin, leaving just her black

suddenly spat in the scrawny

the man snapped and punched her right in the

lips, she started to drift in and out of her consciousness. “Hehe.” The scrawny

he felt the burst of air behind him and paled as

Shunk!

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