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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clothing was in shreds, with no intact piece left. Whip marks crisscrossed her body, leaving

was laughing,

Scarlet her

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originally prepared for you, but now you’re just

that Florus Admon’s prowess had undoubtedly progressed. Her position

Am I that

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

let you taste the third form of Towerine Whipping Dance.

The two women lock

and unwilling to

mere relic of Towerine, a remnant discarded by history, boast

diel

Admon suddenly extended her arms, her entire

her body like a crimson downpour of arrows, each carrying the force to shatter stone and pierce metal. The scene resembled a battlefield bathed in a rain of

Sage shuddered uncontrollably.

hidden so many needles on

was equally

an eye, she unleashed a move once powerful enough to nearly destroy the military towers of Dark

third form of the

masters went all out. The scene unfolding defied all description, leaving words powerless to capture or evoke

disbelief at the reality

to pale in comparison to

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

but the spirit of resentment retaliated, spitting back fiery remnants

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into blazing, sentient apparitions

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beasts that seemed to

“Caden…”

the risk of being killed in the crossfire. Crawling forward, he desperately tried to shield his commander’s

forward and snatched the child in its jaws. Then, he bounded

Oh no!

Despair washed over Sage.

bore increasing

savoring this

was worthy of facing her Towerine Whipping

hand moved faster and faster. The scene surpassed even the carnage of Dark Night Island–rocks shattered,

great tree where Yorick once stood was reduced to

a long time

eyes, stunned to realize he was somehow

stood a short distance ahead,

Admon had

“What… What’s happening?”

reduced to her current state

had been charred into a lifeless