The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Quinn quickly yelled loudly to warn Eiger, “Be careful! That bastard’s strong, and he caught Uncle Sal off guard!”

“Hah! Sal was a piece of shit who’d never hope to match me.” Eiger snorted, his vigor burgeoning as he crushed the floor tiles as he feet, and he shot forward toward Frank like a missile. “I will avenge your fiance right now, Quinn!”

“Be careful, Mr. Lawrence! Eiger stands among Sage Lake Sect’s top five!” Burt cried out in warning despite being told not to talk.

“Top five?” Frank snorted coolly. “It seems like we landed quite the big fish!”

“Big fish? What the hell are you—”

Eiger’s face fell even as he kept charging at Frank.

He could see the projected vigor around Frank solidify into a dazzling golden dragon.

“Such solid pure vigor! He really mustn’t be trifled with… Miasmic Fists!!!”

on alert,

naked eye would have a hard time seeing through. It was just like

so well too. Guess you can’t even face me like a man, and you’re just as much a freak as you look!” Frank bellowed

technique, but within it lies the precept of the way

on Eiger as he approached, he abruptly moved at the speed of

raised his own fist and bellowed, “Tiger

tiger’s roar when he

tiger lunging at him from the side, too fast for him to

Pow!

ensued as vigor was refined

struck him on the shoulder, just as a

his flesh rupturing and he ended up no more than bloody pulp in

“What…”

Quinn froze.