Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 975
It was drawing nearer!
It was so close that it felt impossible to escape!
Alfwhit’s palm burned, growing hotter with each passing millisecond!
This man’s combat experience was extraordinary!
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Emmanuel once again confirmed that the sect leader of Templar Valor was not just a conventional martial artist. He was a true
warrior who had fought for his life countless times!
Therefore, Emmanuel had no choice but to twist his body and jump away to avoid the opponent’s palm strike.
“That’s amazing!”
The members of Flightstones Gang cheered, with Philips and Paul applauding enthusiastically.
“Did you see that? Did you see it? Master Zamora is incredible, right? He forced that kid into such a miserable state with just one
palm!”
“Yes, the Templar Palm is so powerful. Although that kid is strong, he is no match for Master Zamora!”
“Master Zamora’s Templar Palm is so fierce! That kid doesn’t even dare to face him head-on. If he did, there’s no doubt his arm
would be shattered!”
Alfwhit became even more ferocious in battle as he listened to the cheers from the surrounding crowd!
He had to seize this opportunity to vent the humiliation he suffered last night in front of his disciples when he was defeated by
Blake!
He needed to maintain his glorious image as the number-one expert in Anchortown!
Here it comes!

Templar Damocles!
The relentless Templar Palm strikes continued to rain down on Emmanuel, each one aiming to take his life.
Alfwhit not only wanted to defeat Emmanuel, but also to kill him.
Although he despised Magnus and Blake with every fiber of his being, the pressure they exerted on him was too great. So, he
didn’t dare to disobey their orders.
Otherwise, he knew very well what his fate would be!
Red also noticed his ruthlessness and became so nervous that she started biting her nails in anxiety!
Terence shook his head, never expecting that the current sect leader of Templar Valor would stoop so low. Where had the noble
demeanor of Templar Valor gone?
Just then, Emmanuel seized the chance to fall backward, avoiding the opponent’s life-threatening continuous palm
strikes.
“Did you see that? Did you see it?”
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Philips, Paul, and others became even more excited as they exclaimed, “Master Zamora knocked that guy down with just three
moves!”
“I bet the next move will take that guy’s life! Let’s see if he still dares to be so arrogant in the afterlife!”
“Any master is just a small fry in front of Templar Valor—”
Uh...
Just as they were getting excited about the impending victory, Emmanuel suddenly pushed his legs forward.
It turned out that he wasn’t falling to the ground out of fear. Instead, he was evading the opponent’s attack and using his legs to
fight against those palms!

Furthermore, it was a well-known fact that martial artists had to prioritize efficiency above all else!
Therefore, the power of the Templar Palm was useless if it failed to hit the target.
Emmanuel’s legs were much longer than Alfwhit’s arms. So, when Alfwhit’s palm failed to strike true, he was promptly kicked
away by Emmanuel.
Poof!
Alfwhit fell heavily to the ground, blood instantly seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The once excited crowd fell silent in an instant.
Some people even trembled from the shock.
They had expected a clash of titans at best and a scene where Templar Valor dominated the battle at worst. Yet, the match
ended before it even began, and the one who had been defeated was their supposedly invincible Alfwhit Zamora!
Philips and Paul felt a burning sensation on their cheeks. Even though it was Alfwhit who had suffered the blow, they still felt as
though their faces had also taken a hit!
After Emmanuel rose to his feet, he dusted himself off and said, “You’re a worthy opponent, Mr. Zamora of Templar Valor!”
His compliment, in the ears of Alfwhit and the disciples of Templar Valor, sounded incredibly grating!
Frankly, they were just being way too sensitive. Emmanuel genuinely had no intention of humiliating them. It was just that they
had been humiliated by Blake yesterday. So, their nerves hadn’t recovered yet.
This was especially true for Alfwhit, who was humiliated in front of his disciples yesterday and now in front of the villagers today.
How could he bear such shame? How could he possibly face anyone after this?
“D*mn it! Thave no need for your mockery!”
Alfwhit wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, gritting his teeth. “I haven’t lost yet! Today’s duel won’t end
until one of us is dead! Templar Valor will never allow anyone to humiliate us!”
Emmanuel suddenly felt very wronged.

He wasn’t being disrespectful at all!
Yet, not only did the other party not praise his integrity, but they also deliberately twisted his words, claiming that he humiliated
them. What exactly did they want?
So, he looked at Queenie and asked, “Referee, when will this match be considered over?”