The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1777



Renard chuckled coolly, presuming that it had to be the only reason.

As one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, his might was naturally above questioning.

Moreover, he was actually in his sixties, and he actually looked like a younger man since he had always maintained his training routine.

And since there was no one who had reached the Ascendant rank below sixty in Draconia, save for the freaks of the major sects, Renard prided himself with his accomplishment.

Moreover, those major sects would always keep their freaks close, hiding them within their respective enclaves.

They would certainly not allow them to run around causing trouble just like Frank here.

What was that if not suicidal?

"Brat, I don't know who has your back, but I'll spare you if you go down on your knees, kowtow to Mr. Droitner ten times, and surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

Frank, who was already sick of such threats, chuckled coolly. "What, not feeling confident about yourself?"

"No." Renard smiled in turn. "I'm giving you a chance to live, since I don't really know my own strength, and I'm not sure if your bones can take that." "Hmph. Then why don't you show me?"

Frank shrugged, walking toward Renard, seemingly defenseless.

He was not fully focused on Renard either, as he turned toward Huub in the distance. "So, this geezer is your last card?"

Huub snorted at Frank's arrogance. "You'll be sobbing when you fall before me and understand what it means to stand against me!" "Insolent brat..."

Renard was glowering as he could see that Frank was making light of himself.

He waved his hand, conjuring a javelin of pure vigor and launching it straight at Frank's chest.

It was a move of Ascendant ranks, projecting their pure vigor into various shapes in attack.

However, Frank simply stood his

ground and held up a hand, breaking

the javelin while chuckling. "ComeProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

on. You can do better than et

"Hmm...?"

Renard's eyes narrowed when he saw how easily Frank broke his attack.

"Get him!"

As he charged his pure vigor in full to go all out, Huub was urging him to get going impatiently, seeing how insolent Frank was. After all, Renard was peerless in Huub's mind, and what could be easier than taking down a gigolo like Frank?

Hence, with a battlecry, Renard released all his pure vigor, focusing them into his hand as he projected a three-meter long spear.

Renard stomped his foot, shattering the tiles beneath as he vaulted ten meters above and streaked toward Frank with his spear.

"Take this, brat!"

The bystanders had to cover their

ive

ears from the endless droning as the spear tore through the air, but Frank was still standing his ground

"A spear of pure vigor? Now that's something."

He watched as Renard shot

et

downward at him, spear in hand and took a deep breath before growling under his breath, "Five-Peat Archaeus!"

Pure vigor surged like a broken dam, shrouding Frank and leaving him surprised.

How long had it been since he last fought with pure vigor?