The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Frank and Silverbell's sword duel intensified, Maron grew more wary of either of them.

At the same time, he felt lucky he had never fought Frank directly... or he would end up a corpse already!

"Take this—Thousand Mile Burst!"

A blur shot down from the above.

Too fast for Frank to avoid, he had to raise his sword to parry in the heat of the moment.

Clang!

The silver beam shattered the sword even as Frank looked on, and it never stopped as it kept pressing toward Frank's face.

"Oof—" Frank grunted as he stepped backward, and he touched his forehead to feel blood welling out of a shallow scratch.

throwing the hilt on the floor

said even as she landed,

at Frank before shaking her head. "It's the rule—anyone in any sect who can last twenty strikes from my blade earns their sect a place in the Martial Alliance.

not as if you were incapacitated—the sword you wield was just too crude. I

Swish.

sword, nodding calmly at Frank. "You've

turn, not denying it since it was the

the ring, they pitted their skills and

wielded in a civilized time. Those without virtue could not hope to direct their sword to strike true, let alone cultivate their swordcraft to the

I hereby announce