Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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?!”

insult is unacceptable!

was known as one of the eight major sects in Chanaea, the men were furious

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.

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

“Go to h*ll!”

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

a smile, Blake sneered and stood in front of Magnus, feeling obligated to honor the payment for his services.

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

“Well done, Master!”

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

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

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

same time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched their fists in excitement, thinking that Blake’s fate was sealed, as they

shook his head and said, “You’re too weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair and Alfred. In fact, calling