The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



On the other hand, if Tijil beat Frank, that would mean that both sides had come to a draw, and everyone would be happy.

In fact, because Tijil stepped up and took responsibility for Sanne's murder of that martial artist, Thousand Isles Guild would not only be spared embarrassment, but they would also earn the favor of the public.

One certainly had to admit that wisdom did come with age, especially for Tijil-his ploy was impeccable.

In fact, he did not give Frank a chance to refuse as he strode up on stage, standing beside the boxing machine as he chuckled. "Hehe. If you can punch harder than me, Mr. Lawrence, then it's a day of defeat for Thousand Isles Guild."

His smile soon faded as his eyes flashed sharply, and he cried, "Hyah!"

Hls pure vigor erupted, sending any martial artists who were too close flying.

Even Stone, Sanne's personal bodyguard, had to steady himself.

"Did the majordomo improve again...?" Sanne was herself shocked by the pressure emanating from Tijil.

"That's for sure."

Ivo was left wobbling from Tijil's burst of pure vigor as well, but he raised his chin proudly as he bragged, "Godfather recently found a new manual, which has improved his cultivation exponentially. He's almost on the level of the chieftain, and he might even reach the Transcendent rank in a few years!"

"Not bad."

While the members of Thousand Isles Guild were left stunned by Tijil's strength, Frank could not help nodding in approval.

Tijil certainly walked the talk, and he was so confident because he was just that strong.

"Hmph. Keep pretending all you like!"

Ivo glanced at Frank coolly as he watched him praise his godfather. "My godfather isn't like Sanne-he's an undisputed elite even in Thousand Isles Guild! Let's see how you'd keep up that act soon!"

"There."

Even as everyone present was still shocked by Tijil's powerful presence, he instead merely put his hand on the standing punching bag instead of punching the boxing machine.

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Boom!

The entire building seemed to rattle with a resounding rumble, as Tijil's seemingly soft hit caused the ground to quake.

"Woah!"

Ned dropped to the floor with a thud and stared at the nonchalant Tijil in panic.

As the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager, he knew how strong the building was, as the steel frame was made of the toughest duranium.

With the walls and the concrete

being specially reinforced as well

forget your average martial

artist-even Ascendant-ranked elites would not leave a mark on the walls.

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And yet, Tijit's seemingly nonchalant punch left the building shaking, the shockwave from his punch even

condueting through the steel frame down into the ground below Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Such strength was really outrageous!

Ding!

After Tijil threw his punch, his face appeared on the giant plasma screen overhead, while the red counter started ticking rapidly.

Then, even as the other martial artists pushed themselves off the ground, the counter shot beyond 100,000 pounds, all the way to 410,000 pounds!

"Woah..."

Even Mona was left gasping at the number, and she turned toward Frank worriedly.