The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Despite Drunken Moon's agility, a needle struck her in the left shoulder after she dodged them multiple times.

Gritting her teeth in pain, she smirked. "I'm surprised you're this strong."

Lanky Man laughed. "It's not just you-I don't know why I'm this good either.

"Ever since I was a child, every person I've met, regardless of age or sect, could never win against me. It's really a pain being so strong-normal folk really wouldn't catch my eye, so I was hoping you'd change your mind, priestess.'

Drunken Moon sighed. "Then it's a shame that you've run into someone you shouldn't, or you might really have gotten your chance at showing off."

And with those words, she chanted her incantation.

Soon, blue light converged and formed a human silhouette.

It was naturally Frank himself in the flesh!

Even as Frank studied his own body, he actually found it interesting-in a way, he was able to teleport.

In that case, would he not be making bank if he worked as a courier or pizza boy?

"Who are you?"

backing away, clearly having sensed Frank atypical

amused. "To be honest, I've met many who had pride and ambition, thinking that they are peerless, only to prove themselves to be

care about anything I said she had the protection of someone like you. Well, fine...

whistled, and eight other men leapt out, standing at his side. "These boys are all my fellow apprentices-even if they aren't as strong as I am, I'm sure they have

soon spat. "Bah! And you said you're without a match? Why are you afraid

only natural that I should never let down my guard... As for reputation, history is written by the victors, as they say. I definitely wouldn't be scorned

but not entirely in

Drunken Moon, he helped her to her feet while

her wound, which rapidly healed itself, leaving everyone dumbfounded as they

on top of being strong-to be honest, I'm almost interested in taking

up your cowardice with pretty words. Fight if

into a rage,

needle in response, and it shot

Bim! Bam! Smash!