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!!!”

was suddenly on alert, immediately using his best

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

much a freak as you look!” Frank bellowed as he spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity, his Five-Peat Archeaus charging

he said. “It’s a simple technique, but within it lies the precept of the

moved at the speed of a lightning bolt,

raised his own

tiger’s roar when he struck Eiger, their

pale, his pupils dilating as he watched the tiger lunging at him

Pow!

thunderous shockwave ensued as vigor was refined with

had struck him on the shoulder, just

shattered, his flesh rupturing and he ended up no more than bloody

“What…”

Quinn froze.