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.”

having her pride

was nothing

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

froze. “What

chuckled. “Just going

was furious and snapped straight at his lecherous face, “You bastard! I’ll

fall victim to such depravity before

scrawny man thought nothing of it and sunk

blood-curdling scream resounding in

dangling limply with those

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

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

suddenly spat in

snapped and punched her

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

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

Shunk!

stabbed viciously into a nearby wall,