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

there was nothing surprising

lips as he studied her lecherously. “That would be a

froze. “What

going to

his lecherous face, “You

refused to fall victim to such depravity before her

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

scream resounding

arm was left dangling limply with those gaping holes left

that’s all you’re capable of, or

fair skin, leaving just

suddenly spat in the scrawny man’s

gave you a chance,” the man snapped and punched

out of her consciousness. “Hehe.” The scrawny man chuckled coolly, seeing that she was no

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

Shunk!

silver needle stabbed viciously into a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly