Frida was caught in disbelief.

She was twentieth in Earthrank but had never even heard of this man who had just dispatched her instantly.

That would mean he must be in the top ten, but she knew the top ten personally, and none of them had such amazing footwork or martial prowess!

The scrawny man laughed in turn. "Earthrank? It seems you really don't understand that there's always someone better, lady. Not all martial elites are eager to compete over such vanity, you know."

Frida was taken aback—he was not Earthrank, but his martial arts was sublime... he must be from a sect!

She had certainly underestimated the martial elites of Riverton!

"What, are you regretting now?" The scrawny man gloated upon seeing the look of regret on her face.

Frida growled through her teeth, "Spare me your nonsense. Just kill me already."

She would prefer a quick death, having her pride as a martial artist too.

In fact, there was nothing surprising about losing.

the scrawny man licked his lips as he studied her lecherously. "That would be a waste for that pretty

"What

man chuckled. "Just going to

snapped straight at his lecherous face, "You

fall victim to such

thought nothing of it and sunk his clawlike fingers into her shoulder

Frida cried, her blood-curdling scream resounding in the

left dangling limply with those gaping holes left

man snorted in disdain. "Quit resisting when that's all you're capable of,

her fair skin, leaving just her black bra as the last bastion of her

in the

you a chance," the man snapped and

and out of her consciousness. "Hehe." The scrawny

to reach for her bra, he felt the burst of air behind him and paled as

Shunk!

into a nearby

widened in panic—he was lucky he dodged in time, or

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