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 martial

fact, there was

licked his lips as he studied her lecherously. “That

froze. “What

“Just going

at his lecherous face, “You bastard!

refused to fall victim to such

fists maniacally, the scrawny man thought nothing of it

blood-curdling scream resounding in

dangling limply with those gaping

snorted in disdain. “Quit resisting when that’s

her fair skin, leaving just her black bra as the last bastion of her

suddenly spat in the scrawny man’s

gave you a chance,” the man snapped and

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

he was about to reach for her bra, he felt the burst of air

Shunk!

needle stabbed viciously into a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly from