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.”

prefer a quick death, having her

there was nothing surprising about

her lecherously. “That would be a waste for

froze. “What are you

going

straight at his lecherous face, “You bastard!

to fall victim to such depravity before

thought nothing

Frida cried, her blood-curdling scream

dangling limply with

when that’s all you’re

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

in

chance,” the man snapped and punched

drift in and out of

as he was about to reach for her bra, he felt the burst of air behind him and paled as he

Shunk!

stabbed viciously into a nearby wall,