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

fist 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 moving rapidly around Eiger’s knuckle as

you’ve mastered it 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 as he spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity,

technique, but within it lies the precept of the way of the

eyes fixed on Eiger as he approached, he abruptly moved at the

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

a tiger’s roar when he struck Eiger, their hearts

pale, his pupils dilating as he watched the tiger lunging

Pow!

shockwave ensued as

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

Eiger’s body shattered, his flesh rupturing and he ended up no more than bloody pulp

“What…”

Quinn froze.