The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 670

As Frank and Silverbell's sword duel intensified, Maron grew more wary of either of them.

At the same time, he felt lucky he had never fought Frank directly… or he would end up a corpse already!

"Take this—Thousand Mile Burst!"

A blur shot down from the above.

Too fast for Frank to avoid, he had to raise his sword to parry in the heat of the moment.

Clang!

The silver beam shattered the sword even as Frank looked on, and it never stopped as it kept pressing toward Frank's face.

"Oof—" Frank grunted as he stepped backward, and he touched his forehead to feel blood welling out of a shallow scratch.

"I lost," he said, throwing the hilt on the floor and openly admitting defeat.

"No, you've won," Silverbell said even as she landed, her fingers twitching around her sword.

She leveled a look of mixed emotions at Frank before shaking her head. "It's the rule—anyone in any sect who can last twenty strikes from my blade earns their sect a place in the Martial Alliance. And you've survived more than fifty."

Glancing at the shards of the broken sword around the floor, she sighed in disappointment. "And it's not as if you were incapacitated—the sword you wield was just too crude. I have to admit that you're a class above me."

Swish.