The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And yet, Frank managed to dispatch Bald Eagle in just a few moves. How did that even make sense?!

"He's no pushover. Let's go together-don't fall behind now!"

The brat led the charge this time, facing off against Frank with his deer-horn knives while the hag and Goldilocks cut off Frank's escape.

Frank simply smirked. "Don't you know that the weirder the weapon, the harder you fall?"

The brat was not letting up, however, watching Frank closely while signaling subtly at the hag and Goldilocks.

Both women waited for their chance, with one aiming her palm while the other kicking toward Frank's vitals.

When Frank vaulted past them, the brat's knives were waiting where he would land... but the brat swung and missed.

"It's been a while since I broke a sweat!" Frank chuckled, flexing his arms.

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no one else like you, Ms. York, goading that brat to come to my hill with words alone. Otherwise, I really

one in a

dispatched his opponents, although he appeared to

out, while the brat fared the worst, with all his limbs broken as he landed flat on his back. His eyes rolled up in their sockets, while he bled profusely from every orifice like he could die at any moment. That was too much... four martial prodigies did not even hold a candle to Frank!

which was his way of applauding Frank. "I've always thought that

"Not bad, not bad..."

thought, and almost can't bear to kill you. How about I give you the chance to be

snorted coolly. "Don't you

nothing! Now don't

him. "If you want to fight, then fight. Why talk so

asked for it! Don't

forward with his single arm outstretched, launching it like a sword

a tree was cut in two audibly and crashed loudly on the ground, leaving