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?"

slowly backing away, clearly

they are peerless, only to prove themselves to be clowns. You're really the first one to realize you don't stand

I said she had the protection

if they aren't as strong as I am, I'm sure they have a realistic chance of winning if they attack you

without a

priestess-I'm good, but not indestructible. It's 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 for

chuckled, nodding. "You're right, but not entirely in

her to her feet while pulling out the needle

healed itself, leaving

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

words. Fight if

the Lanky Man's fellow apprentices flying into a rage, and they all leapt toward Frank in

in response, and

Bim! Bam! Smash!