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,

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

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

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

abruptly moved at the speed of

slowly raised

he struck Eiger, their hearts all skipping a

turned pale, his pupils dilating as he watched the tiger lunging at him from the side, too fast

Pow!

shockwave ensued as vigor was

screaming in turn—Frank had struck him on the shoulder, just as a crater was blown into the floor

bone in Eiger’s body shattered, his flesh rupturing and he ended up no

“What…”

Quinn froze.