Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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Love at the Wrong Table

Chapter 2173 A Woman Who Refuses to Yield

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Florus Admon exhibited her butterfly footwork to its zenith, yet she still took a whip strike.

Her clothes were in tatters, and blood splattered everywhere.

Even Sage found it horrifying to watch.

What level of celestial battle is this?

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If he were in Florus Admon’s position, his only option would be to await death. Yet, she managed to find a sliver of space to escape amidst the consuming flames.

Truly, the title of one of the Eight Supremes was not given lightly.

However, even among the Eight Supremes, escaping unscathed from this attack was impossible.

Florus Admon endured two more whip strikes, leaving her bloodied and bruised.

Even her garments had caught fire.

The pain was excruciating–agony so profound it pierced her soul.

Under the dual assault of physical torment and humiliation, Florus Admon unleashed her full strength, exploiting an opening to release a rain of steel needles like shooting stars

Massive Meteor Needle Technique–a move that gambled life against life.

Scarlet, understanding her opponent’s intention, quickly retracted her whip.

In the next instant, an even more ferocious whip strike lashed out.

It was the second of the Towerine Whipping Dance–Inferno Hell.

In a split second, the mountain peak turned into a sea of flames, even engulfing the great tree where Yorick had been perched.

Yorick had no choice but to leap astride his tiger, dispersing the flames with his internal strength to land safely and continue spectating.

To be honest, witnessing this battle made his journey worthwhile.

These two women were leagues above any master he had faced since arriving in Chanaea.

Amidst the blazing light and a sudden burst of dazzling white, Sage’s lower cultivation level rendered him. unable to gaze directly.

For the sake of survival, he flattened himself to the ground, not daring to lift his head.

When the commotion finally subsided, he cautiously looked up and was shocked to see several bloodied holes on Scarlet’s body.

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crisscrossed her

she was laughing, a chilling,

Scarlet her words were

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was originally prepared for you, but now you’re just a

that Florus Admon’s prowess had undoubtedly progressed.

I

Caden, the child behind her, was still alive. Only then did she

disappoint me. As gratitude, I’ll let you taste the third form of Towerine Whipping Dance. You should

The two women lock

proud, and unwilling to

relic of Towerine, a remnant discarded by history,

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suddenly extended her arms, her entire form resembling a

each carrying the force to shatter stone and pierce metal. The scene resembled a battlefield bathed in a

Sage shuddered uncontrollably.

has this woman hidden so many needles on

Scarlet was equally

move once powerful enough to nearly destroy the military towers

the Towerine Whipping

two masters went all out. The scene unfolding defied all description, leaving words powerless to

eyes in silent disbelief at the reality

and earth seemed to pale in comparison

cloaked in flames rained down but were swallowed one by one by the black

only that, but the spirit of resentment retaliated, spitting back

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beasts that seemed to possess a life

“Caden…”

being killed in the crossfire. Crawling forward, he

a tiger, faster than him by countless measures, swiftly leaped forward and snatched the child in its jaws. Then, he

Oh no!

Despair washed over Sage.

by anything else, bore increasing

was savoring this life–and–death

an opponent was worthy of facing

scene surpassed even the carnage of Dark Night Island–rocks shattered, flames rolled,

tree where Yorick once stood was reduced

a long time before finally drawing

reopened his eyes, stunned to realize he was

a short distance ahead, her posture

Admon had

“What… What’s happening?”

reduced to her current state shocked even the battle–hardened.

body had been charred into a lifeless