Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2172 Entry into the Sacred Realm

Hooch!

Finished

Before Florus Admon’s words had fully left her lips, the black whip lashed down from above, crackling. with an aura of lightning.

Startled, Florus Admon swiftly darted aside, her steps as light as a butterfly flitting between flowers.

“Not bad for one of the Eight Suprenies. Your reflexes and movement are top–notch.”

Scarlet couldn’t help but admire Florus Admon’s skillf black whip, under Scarlet’s control, transformed into a her opponent.

steps, her own battle spirit igniting further. The warm of writhing black serpents, lunging madly at

Faced with this barrage, Florus Admon found herself battling for her very survival, dodging with every ounce of her skill.

Rocks and trees in the vicinity, struck by the whip’s fiery power, combusted instantly, crumbling into ash.

“Fire is my domain, Florus Admon. What will you do now?”

Scarlet reveled in the ferocity of the duel, her whip lashing faster and faster.

Terrified by the intensity of the clash, the remaining bandits scattered in all directions. Those who were too slow were incinerated by the fiery onslaught.

Leaning against a boulder to shield himself, the heavily wounded Sage struggled to avoid becoming collateral damage.

Watching from a distance, Gautier also retreated further, a rare trace of worry crossing his mind.

Scarlet… She’s only using one hand. Could Florus Admon truly lose this battle?

As his thoughts raced, Gautier noticed something peculiar–a massive tree amidst the flames stood unharmed, as though blessed by divine protection. Atop the tree sat a man, with a tiger resting lazily on the trunk below.

“Yorick?”

Gautier’s heart sank. Since when has the Martial Saint of Shotya come?

Recognizing the situation had spiraled out of control, Gautier knew his best option was to retreat and abandon any hope of intervening in this extraordinary clash.

Meanwhile, Yorick, perched calmly on the tree, finally spoke. “Florus Admon, it seems you’ve stagnated over the years.

Both Florus Admon and Scarlet paused, their shock evident. Neither had sensed this master’s presence until he made himself known.

“Yorick?”

panting heavily, glared up at

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still remember the pain from those three needles you drove into my shoulder all those years ago,” Yorick said, his tone devoid of emotion. “However, I see now–after all this time, your abilities

had been part of an ambush against Yorick. Though her poison–tipped needles had struck him, the attack ended with Yorick being pushed off

had survived, earning

I’ve shown my true strength? Someone like Scarlet doesn’t deserve that

were defiant, Florus

you understand the consequences of such arrogance?” Scarlet’s gaze turned sharp,

no intention of interfering unless necessary. My purpose here

“An honor indeed.”

showed no fear. Her fighting spirit burned brightly

by the Martial Saint is my

Scarlet was someone different. Her eyes

need to

pride be trampled. Even though there

next attack. Her hands moved like a storm, unleashing a flurry of needles like

a Blossoming

help but applaud

who was heavily injured, shouted, regardless of whether Scarlet

to block the needles while using her

an

was so dense it seemed inescapable. Yet,

I’m not done yet.”

rapidly, channeling her

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up move.

you handle my Moon–Pursuing

Strish!

Finished

energy, streaked toward Scarlet like meteors, weaving unpredictably

out again, but this time, it

case.

“What? Impossible!”

whip was made from the hair of a Towerine woman,

Puff!