The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

With a resounding bellow, Frank's pure vigor projected away from him, condensed and solid, red and black.

It assumed the form of a gigantic arm in the air, seizing the black lion by the neck.

"Die!" Frank growled, and pulverized the black lion with a slap, with the ensuing shockwave of pure vigor destroying the entire ballroom too.

"Hehe...

So you are at least worth something!" Jan was laughing amid the buffeting winds.

He threw away his ink-green coat and whipped out a machete gleaming red, then vaulted over the debris as he leapt toward Frank.

"That blade..." Frank could tell immediately that the machete Jan whipped out was not your ordinary blade.

At once wary, he projected a spiraling burst of pure vigor around his hand and punched it.

Clang! There was a ring clash of metals as the blood machete withstood Frank's punch.

physicality was now at Ascendant rank, and that meant that the machete was not forged from

"Hahaha...

strength!" Jan swung his machete

opponent Frank had in recent times, just as one expected nothing less of the second best among the

However...

warming up

Frank growled, bolstered by his will

vigor erupted, and he was suddenly

looked on in shock, he shrouded himself in blood-red pure vigor as he descended from

punch seemed to be charged with monumental power —from up close, Jan could even see a titanic ape from ancient times, pounding its own chest as

stomach, even he could bring the eerie

Sky Sect pinnacle technique: Demon Ape Fist!" 1 Frank certainly put his weight in this punch, and coupled with his Ascendant rank physicality, Jan was screaming even as he

pure-vigor was shattered,

flesh splattered all over, and the