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 surprising

studied her lecherously. “That would be a waste for

“What are you

man chuckled. “Just going to have some

furious and snapped straight at his lecherous

victim to

thought nothing of it and sunk his clawlike fingers into

cried, her blood-curdling scream resounding in

was left dangling limply with those

man snorted in disdain. “Quit resisting when that’s all you’re capable of, or I’ll make

baring her fair skin, leaving just

spat in the scrawny man’s

a chance,” the man snapped and

Frida bled from her forehead, nose, and lips, she started to drift in and out of her consciousness. “Hehe.” The scrawny

he felt the

Shunk!

a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly from sheer