Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 367
Before the strike even reached Emmanuel, the force he felt was like a sharp
blade. However, he was oblivious to the opponent’s changes and closed his
eyes! Then, he recalled what his veteran commander had taught him during
his martial arts training in the Northern Region. “When the opponent’s speed
exceeds your ability to visually recognize, block your vision and feel it with
your heart!”
Nevertheless, Claudette’s nerves were ratcheted up after she noticed that he
had closed his eyes.
The others were similarly astounded!
Quinn could injure people with just the force of his palm. If he were to make a
direct hit, there was no doubt that Emmanuel’s body would be like splattered
mud.
At the critical moment, Emmanuel dodged to the side. Whoosh! The heavy
palm strike landed above his head but missed him completely.
Everyone was shocked! Emmanuel has seen through Quinn’s ever–changing
Palm Drop technique?
Nonetheless, Quinn couldn’t believe it and was unwilling to accept it! Come
again! He was determined to kill this kid in front of him. For him, it was about
more than just completing the mission; it was also about earning back the

respect he had rightfully lost.
Suddenly, Emmanuel’s feet swayed, and his body spun, allowing him to again.
avoid the opponent’s deadly move with his eyes still closed. Sometimes,
one’s eyes can deceive, but one’s heart won’t! Like a gentle breeze, he eluded
Quinn’s grasp just as the old man believed he had him. I’ll let Quinn be strong
if that’s what he wants. In that case, I will transform into a soft breeze
caressing a rugged mountain. His master had said that the highest realm of
martial arts was first refining the body to the extreme and then personal
enlightenment.
The first level of enlightenment was to see a mountain as a mountain. This
was the level of Black Bear and others, where they practiced their techniques
to the utmost.
The second level was to see a mountain, not as a mountain, which was
Quinn’s current level. His moves appeared deceptive and already capable of
fooling the human eye.
The third level was returning to seeing a mountain as a mountain, not just a
mountain. This was the legendary state of returning to simplicity.
Even though Emmanuel had never mastered this level before, he would burst
forth with terrifying potential whenever life and death were at stake. Like now,
he was at his peak, surpassing any previous moment in his life!

On the other hand, Quinn kept believing that the next strike would kill
Emmanuel, but often at the last moment, he couldn’t actually land a
substantial hit. “What is going on here?” He began to panic. After more than
three decades of exploring the world of martial arts, I rarely encounter
situations like this. The last time I witnessed such a bizarre scene was ten
years ago when I was fighting an old man with white hair, but this kid in front
of me wasn’t even 30. How did he get to this level of martial arts? “Die!” he
shouted again.
His speed increased again, with a series of strikes aimed at Emmanuel’s
heart, head, face, side, and back. The onlookers were in awe and could not
utter a sound, and even experts like Black Bear couldn’t help but admire
Emmanuel’s skill. He soon realized that the difference between their level and
that of a master was truly night and day.
Nonetheless, Emmanuel deftly dodged every attack, and no matter how fast
his opponent moved, he couldn’t land a hit because Emmanuel appeared
ethereal and untouchable!
Soon, Quinn grew even more desperate.
At this moment, Magnus, who had been composed earlier, now furrowed his
brow. I assumed that martial arts took time and cultivation and that Mr.
Quinn’s expertise should have surpassed Emmanuel’s. Under normal

circumstances, Emmanuel should not have been able to decipher Mr. Quinn’s
thirty–year–long techniques, but if Mr. Quinn becomes flustered and loses his
footing, variables will appear!
After much effort, Quinn hit Emmanuel’s arm, thinking he had discovered a
weakness in his defense. However, Emmanuel extended his other hand and
effortlessly pressed it against Quinn’s head. Quinn was shocked, and his
violent movements abruptly ceased. He knew that if Emmanuel had even a
fraction of a second, he could crush his skull instantly, so Quinn quickly
abandoned his frenzied attack and retreated.
On the other hand, Emmanuel had predicted his every move, and he came
at him at full speed, delivering a powerful punch! Caught off guard, Quinn
had no chance to counterattack and could only continue his frantic retreat.
Emmanuel pressed on, advancing and retreating until Quinn’s back touched
the wall, leaving him with no escape. At that moment, Quinn realized his
impending doom, and the shadow of death engulfed his mind, suffocating
him with darkness!
However, in the final moment, Emmanuel opened his fist and pressed his
palm against Quinn’s head again. As the scene unfolded, everyone in the
room held their breath out of fear of witnessing his skull burst open.
Meanwhile, Quinn attempted to free himself from his grip, but Emmanuel’s

hand seemed to follow him like a shadow. No matter how he shook his head
and struggled, he ultimately found his head pressed against Emmanuel’s
palm. Then, he gave up his struggle and looked up at Emmanuel. His face
was purplish–red, and he was gasping for breath. “W–Why didn’t you kill me?”
Despite his denial, Emmanuel could have killed him, and he would have been
a lifeless corpse now.
Smack! Without answering, Emmanuel delivered a resounding slap across
Quinn’s face. Smack! It was followed by another slap. Smack! After three
strikes, Quinn’s mouth was filled with blood. His teeth hung loose, and he
resembled a deflated balloon. He leaned against the wall, barely clinging to
life as he slid down.
Emmanuel turned around and walked away, calmly stating, “I’m not that
foolish. Why should I kill you? Although you’re despicable and arrogant, you
needed a profound lesson!”
The entire room fell silent as everyone watched Emmanuel’s victorious
departure.
“Darn!” Quinn screamed in despair. He didn’t feel grateful for being spared by
Emmanuel; he only felt profound humiliation and wished he were dead. How
could I, a renowned grandmaster, be shamelessly slapped and spared in
public? How could I stand tall in the future if I didn’t kill Emmanuel today? How

could I keep my place in the martial arts world? At this thought, he went mad
and charged forward recklessly, disregarding the principles of the martial
world. He was determined to kill Emmanuel, even if it meant resorting to an
ambush! Whoosh! He struck Emmanuel’s back with a powerful palm strike.
However, Emmanuel swiftly countered with a backhand slap. Due to his
height and long arms, his strike landed first, sending Quinn flying.
Quinn then soared through the air like a broken kite, crashing through the
wall and disappearing outside, leaving no trace of his whereabouts!
The entire room stood frozen, with no one daring to move.
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Coincidentally, Magnus chose that moment to enter the private room. Since
Emmanuel hadn’t returned, he pulled up a chair and sat across from
Claudette. “Claudette, the last time I came to Yeringham was three years
ago on your birthday. I remember it was much livelier than it is now.” He
looked at her with gentle eyes, attempting to create a warm atmosphere as
if the previous fight had nothing to do with them. Nonetheless, he didn’t seem
to care whether Quinn lived or died.
However, she continued to slice her steak at the dining table while remaining
silent.

“I’m sorry. I was too busy during your two birthdays to come from Zovince to
Yeringham and celebrate with you. I’ll toast to you as my apology.” Magnus
raised a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
Still, Claudette didn’t speak but looked at him with a gaze that seemed to see
him as a fool!