The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Rob sneered icily even as he watched Frank walk confidently toward his fully-armed soldiers.

He had served in the military for years—even if he had met many martial artists whose abilities the average Joe could not hope to reach, he had never met anyone who did not fear guns and bullets until now.

That applied even to his commanding officer, General Jan Lionheart, which was why he quickly presumed that martial artists were no different from the average person.

They were just better in a fight at best, aside from the tricks they used to deceive the masses.

He simply was not aware that starting at Ascendant ranks, martial artists could cast protective pure vigor to repel physical attacks.

And guns and bullets were no threat to martial artists with abundant pure vigor—in fact, it was pointless against Ascendant ranks.

Even if Frank had yet to reach Ascendant rank now, he could cast a dense protective pure vigor around himself with Five-Peat Archaeus.

and bullets—even explosives could not

and Glen was on his feet right then, snapping, "

against the South Sea Crow—the

how he's going to stop my men's bullets, and he can't blame anyone

Frank said quietly

standing here, and that means I'm confident in proving that guns and bullets are pointless against real martial elites—and it serves as

order!" Rob sneered savagely, seeing that Frank was

his eyes right then when he saw that sneer, more or less sensing something

the air in the room tensed and most of the Turnbulls were moving out of harm's way, a flustered Turnbull sentry ran

Turnbull! Mr.

Turnbull! It's terrible...