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, immediately

carried pure vigor, shrouded in waves of darkness that the naked eye would have a hard time seeing through. It

you’re just as much a freak as

within it lies the precept of the way of the

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

looked on in shock, Frank slowly raised his own fist and bellowed, “Tiger Fists.

a tiger’s roar when he

pupils dilating as he watched the tiger lunging at him from the

Pow!

ensued as vigor was refined

him on the shoulder, just

every bone in Eiger’s body shattered, his flesh rupturing and he

“What…”

Quinn froze.