The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1142

Damon laughed. "Hah! Names are all the same. They're all just syllables. But you are here now, a mere Birthright rank. Your abilities really leave much to be desired!"

"That's not up for you to decide." Frank sneered, his eyes red-he could not hold back against an opponent who was a full rank higher, or he would get killed.

"Very well." Damon smiled. "It seems you're ready to put your life on the line... Though you have been a constant thorn to the side for us Lionhearts, I shall be getting rid of you once and for all. Remember- when the reaper asks, it's Damon Lionheart who sent you!"

Suddenly, a gust of violent pure vigor erupted away from him, almost knocking Frank off his feet.

"So this is the power of peak Ascendant ranks...?" Frank muttered to himself.

While Ciril Janko was a peak Ascendant rank individual as well, Frank fought him under unusual circumstances, and Ciril was barely going all out.

And now that Frank was facing one who was not holding back, he was certainly pressured.

"Hyah!"

Damon's palm clenched into a fist as he unleashed a punch, blasting visible shockwaves into the air.

"Oof!"

The shockwaves shot toward Frank so rapidly that he could not dodge in time. He raised his arms in an X to attempt blocking it, but was knocked back over ten meters away, tearing a ditch into the floor as he did.

The power of a peak Ascendant rank was truly horrific-Frank was left staring at his blackened hands and could actually feel burns on his skin as if it really passed through the fire.

And to make things worse, the burns would spread all over his skin if not cooled, eventually incinerating Frank entirely.

"Hahaha! Is that all you've got, Donn Lawrence?!"

Damon guffawed, seeing that Frank actually had trouble parrying a single punch.

He did not give Frank the chance to catch his breath either-his foot slammed on the floor tiles, and he was in front of Frank the next instant.

"Lionpaw!" he bellowed, and the image of a lunging lion was projected into the air, leaping toward Frank.

Frank clenched his teeth-he had to take the brunt force of the blow again as there was nowhere to run. Bang!

Once again overwhelmed, Frank was sent flying, rolling on the floor as more burns covered his skin.

"Damn it, I can't win at all... I just don't have the time!"

Frank was certainly frustrated-if he had two more years, he would reach Ascendant rank too and would not lose that badly.

But if only that world existed.

He could already feel his pure vigor fading while the burns on his skin kept eating his flesh, weakening him.

"Heh. Do you understand now?" Damon gloated even as he looked down haughty at Frank. "You're just a maggot in the eyes of us Lionhearts. The Lawrences are no more than a family of pawns, drawing its last breath! How are you folks even one of the Four Families of Morhen, as if you deserve to be seen as our equals?"

With that, he shoved his foot on Frank's chest as hard as he could, intent on humiliating Frank even as he killed him. "Well, I'll see you around." He grinned and put more weight on his foot.

"Fuck..." Frank could hear his own ribs breaking one after the other, and he could lose his mind right then.

That was when an ancient voice spoke beside Frank.

"Really? We Lawrences are a family of pawns?"

"Who was that?!"

The calm words somehow left Damon lifting his foot off Frank and leaping away, his gaze at once wary!