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A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO Chapter 964

Chapter 964

“How audacious! Who has the guts to mess with Templar Valor?!” The commotion at the door reverberated through the air and drifted into the building.

As Magnus and Blake entered the front yard, a middle-aged man in a black combat suit led his group of disciples out of the place with an angry expression. It seemed like he already knew what had happened.

Upon seeing Magnus and Blake, the man squinted in anger. “Who are you? What is your problem with Templar Valor? How dare you come here looking for trouble?!”

Meanwhile, the man’s disciples couldn’t wait for Magnus to explain, as they were just as angry as their master.

However, Magnus responded with a calm smile and said, “There’s nothing personal here. I’m just trying to have some fun by bullying you guys because, let’s face it, you’re all too weak.”

“What?!”

How rude! This insult is unacceptable!

Since Templar Valor was known as one of the eight major sects in Chanaea, the men were furious to hear Magnus’ demeaning words.

“I am Magnus Zelinsky, a member of the Zelinsky family of Zovince. I actually came here hoping to pay you to do something for me, but now I realize you’re not worth it. So, I think it’s better for me to save my money.” Magnus spoke his mind frankly.

While Magnus’ previous words may have sounded like taunting, his latest reply was a complete humiliation for Alfwhit. As the head of Templar Valor, Alfwhit couldn’t allow someone to play with his ego, which later became a strong motivator for him to teach Magnus a lesson. In the next moment, he leaped into the air and attacked Magnus with a palm strike.

“Go to h*ll!”

Despite being the leader of Templar Valor, Alfwhit lacked the grace and magnanimity that a charismatic leader should possess. After being humiliated by Magnus, he succumbed to his emotions and let his violence take over his mind. His eyes turned red, and his movements were filled with a desire to kill. Ironically, the techniques of Templar Palms were best utilized when one had a balanced inner energy, achieved through minimal/emotional fluctuations and composure. However, Alfwhit’s hot temper and agitation were in direct contradiction to the core principles of Templar Palm.

On the other hand, while Magnus responded with a smile, Blake sneered and stood in front of Magnus, feeling obligated to honor the payment for his services. He extended his arms and met Alfwhit’s strike with his own palms.

However, Alfwhit proved to be stronger than they had anticipated. When their strikes collided in the air, the force was so great that it produced a loud thud. Blake was then sent flying, seemingly having taken damage from the attack.

“Well done, Master!”

Alfwhit’s female disciple, dressed in purple, couldn’t wait to witness her master defeat Blake and avenge the humiliation she had suffered earlier. At the same time, all the other disciples raised their arms and cheered for their master. However, their expressions quickly froze in the next moment.

Surprisingly, Blake remained unfazed. He grinned, revealing his yellowish teeth. “You must be Alfwhit Zamora, right? Is this the best you can do? Come on, I thought you would be better. No wonder Magnus couldn’t resist humiliating you. Templar Valor deserves no respect with a leader like you!”

Furious and exasperated, Alfwhit launched eight consecutive palm strikes. Although his power was on par with experts capable of delivering deadly blows with a single strike, his movements were still forceful enough to cause devastating damage. Bang! Bang!

Blake endured all eight of Alfwhit’s consecutive palm strikes, unknowingly bringing a smile to the latter’s face as he believed he had successfully hurt Blake. At the same time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched their fists in excitement, thinking that Blake’s fate was sealed, as they knew a strike from Alfwhit was strong enough to kill an elephant.

However, Blake simply shook his head and said, “You’re too weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair and Alfred. In fact, calling you trash is an understatement.”

What?! Alfwhit was shocked.

Immediately after Blake finished speaking, he landed a punch on Alfwhit’s stomach. In that instant, Alfwhit’s eyes bulged, his veins.popped out on the surface of his skin, and he collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain.

Seizing the opportunity to assert his dominance, Magnus stepped forward and placed his foot on Alfwhit’s face.

“Master!!” Alfwhit’s disciples shouted as they surrounded their master, but none of them dared to interfere with Magnus and Blake. After all, it would be suicide to challenge someone whom even their master couldn’t defeat, despite having the advantage of numbers.

This unattractive man is undoubtedly powerful!

“Alfwhit, let’s have a private conversation, shall we?” Magnus said condescendingly.

Alfwhit clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead. While his skills were far from those of his father and uncle, he had never expérienced such humiliation in Anchortown before. Nevertheless, there wasn’t much he could do at that moment, considering his opponents were much stronger than he was.

After dismissing all the disciples, Alfwhit met Magnus and Blake alone in the study. However, unlike before, Magnus sat in the master’s seat, with Blake sitting right beside him. On the other hand, Alfwhit, the leader of Templar Valor, stood as if he were a servant. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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