Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 976
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Emmanuel had no intention of turning this into a death match.
Firstly, he didn’t want to commit murder in public.
Secondly, he definitely didn’t want to be beaten to death in front of everyone.
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Queenie simply smiled and said, “Since neither of the participants is admitting defeat, then both of you will fight until one of you
can no longer stand!”
“That’s correct!”
Alfwhit’s eyes turned bloodshot. The consecutive humiliations had nearly driven him to madness.
His shattered pride had pushed him over the edge, and he was consumed by sheer wrath!
This feeling was a hundred times worse than death!
“The fight will continue! Warriors seek battles between life and death, pushing themselves to the limit in desperate situations! If
you want to defeat me, break my bones and tear my flesh apart! You’d better beat me until I’m completely powerless. Otherwise,
I will never admit defeat!!”
Emmanuel could also see that the madman was dead serious.
Alfwhit’s pride had suffered severe damage. So, he was determined to maintain his dignity as the sect leader of the Templar
Valor with his ruthlessness.
“Since that’s the case, come at me!”

Emmanuel waved his hand, beckoning him to give it his all.
“Ahh-”
Alfwhit roared in anger. He wanted to use his martial arts, even place his life on the line, just to uphold his dignity!
He unleashed the Templar Palm immediately!
Both the power and speed of his palm strikes had more than doubled!
His palms were like roaring torrents that came like an unrelenting wave.
Everyone’s scalp tingled with fear at the oppressive aura.
This palm strike was too terrifying!
However, they didn’t expect Emmanuel Lowe to be even faster than Alfwhit as he disappeared like the wind with a quiet whoosh.
Alfwhit was greatly shocked!
Due to his anger, he had lost his usual rationality and completely failed to notice just where Emmanuel had gone.
As a result, his attacks missed their mark!
Boom!
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Emmanuel suddenly appeared out of thin air and punched him in the side.
Alfwhit let out a strange cry.
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Just as his body was about to fly out of bounds, Emmanuel smoothly rotated and tugged him back into the arena.
If one were to talk about continuous force, Emmanuel’s moves were the epitome of such a theory.

His attacks flowed naturally, making it seem as though he had become the river itself.
Another palm strike landed on Alfwhit’s chest.
Second palm strike!
Third palm strike!
Emmanuel only eased his last attack when Alfwhit was on the verge of death. Thus, Alfwhit fell to the ground with a thud with just
a simple push.
The sound made everyone present shiver!
Emmanuel defeated Alfwhit with a technique similar to the Templar Palm.
Alfwhit couldn’t even fight back; he was just a punching bag for Emmanuel.
If Emmanuel had been against a novice, it would have been understandable. Yet, Alfwhit was recognized as the strongest
individual in Anchortown!
The whole venue fell silent. No one dared to breathe or applaud the match; even their breathing became hushed as they were
terrified of making too much noise.
At this moment, Emmanuel was regarded as a monster!
His strength was terrifying, almost unbelievable!
This man was unbeatable!
“Is this enough? Referee!”
Emmanuel turned to look toward Queenie.
After all, this woman was his childhood sweetheart, his former bride. So, he still held a special place in his heart for her.
Even though it wasn’t love or affection, it was a different kind of emotion.
“Well, you’ve won!”

Queenie smiled in admiration. “Emmanuel, you’re amazing!”
Uhm!
Emmanuel had no intention of giving her any attention after hearing that.
Shane also felt a bit uncomfortable as women would only give such praise to men after some intense physical activity, right?
Was it appropriate for Queenie to praise her senior brother like this now?
“D*mn it. This man injured our sect leader. We can’t let him go so easily!” Ms. Ruskin shouted angrily after snapping back to her
senses.
A group of Templar Valor disciples immediately surrounded Emmanuel.
The surrounding villagers suddenly felt a bit disdainful towards Templar Valor.
Did they want to gang up on someone just because their sect leader lost in a one-on-one fight?
This wasn’t a martial arts competition any longer. Instead, it was nothing but oppressing someone with numbers!
Emmanuel also swept his gaze across the Templar Valor disciples, his eyes filled with disappointment.
As a Chanaea citizen, he had a natural fondness and respect for the ancient sect of Templar Válor, just like everyone else here.
However, reality had let him down once more.
It didn’t matter whether it was the sect leader’s failure or the absence of warrior spirit among the disciples... It was all so
disappointing.
“Make way! Make way!”
Just at this moment, a majestic voice sounded from the back of the crowd.