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.”

would prefer a quick death, having

fact, there was

licked his lips as he studied her lecherously.

froze. “What are you

going to have some

snapped straight at his

fall victim to such depravity

man thought nothing of it and sunk his clawlike fingers into her

cried, her blood-curdling scream resounding in the

dangling limply with those gaping holes

that’s

then, baring her fair skin, leaving

in

man snapped and punched her

started to drift in and out of her consciousness. “Hehe.” The

he felt the burst

Shunk!

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