The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 843

Frank glanced at Lothar, inwardly impressed. "Such immaculate defense technique."

While Mystic Sky Sect apprentices were instructed in secret techniques taught since time immemorial, there were plenty of other secret techniques passed down among other clans and sects. Naturally, each of such techniques had something that made them special, but Frank had the advantage of the Five-Peat Archaeus.

It was just a basic technique that the chief of Mystic Sky Sect had personally taught him back in the day. However, as long as a technique adhered to the rules of the five basic elements, Frank could use the Five-Peat Archaeus to observe, emulate, and even improve on it.

That was how he could copy anyone else's technique so freely from the start!

"Basilisk Remittance!" Frank bellowed as he cast the technique Lothar just used. Focusing the projection of yellow pure vigor around his feet, he shattered a boulder flying at him with a kick!

Pow!

At the same time, an elderly man in white garb whose beard was dyed with blood rushed to Ciril's side, catching and restraining his left arm. "Sorry about this, Mr. Janko!"

"Save your manners for later!" another middle-aged Ascendant rank Janko retainer shouted as he leapt to Ciril as well, locking his shoulders and forcing him to the ground.

"Skyshaker!" A fat lady bellowed as she descended from above, aiming her immense buttocks on Lothar's waist and pinning him down!

"Argh!!!"

Even as Ciril struggled violently, Lothar reached them as well and grabbed one of his legs.

"Just bear with us, brother! It will be over soon!" he shouted. "Now, Mr. Lawrence!"

Frank certainly did not hesitate—he could well see that the four Ascendant ranks were barely holding Ciril.

Appearing beside them even before the retainers could see him move, he called out, "Hold him steady!"

Then, whipping out a silver needle, he thrusted it with perfect precision into Ciril's chest.

Only Frank was left standing in front of Ciril, and this time, Ciril was using his pure vigor!

"Move, Mr. Lawrence!"

"Argh!!! Terrapin Breaker!!!" Ciril bellowed in madness as he launched his fist at Frank's head, yellow pure vigor cracking around it even as it left the ground around them rumbling.

Everything aside from Frank was already sent flying—it went without saying what would have happened if Ciril's fist had struck Frank in the head.

And everyone who could see it certainly knew.

"No! That's my brother's signature move! Run, Mr. Lawrence!" Lothar yelled on top of his lungs when he saw that.

Ned just happened to be alighting when he saw Ciril and Frank, panic immediately seizing him and leaving him at a loss.