Chapter 2283 A Battle for Chanaea’s Pride

“Loudmouths.”

“So full of themselves.”

“These Shoiyans need to be taught a lesson!”

The Chapel of Oros friars may have been disciplined men, but even they had their limits.

The Shoiyan had been pushing their luck for too long.

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“Peace be with you.” The Zen Master bowed again, though a trace of frustration flickered in his eyes. “Mr. Yorick, if this is truly about settling the past, then I have no choice but to face you to ensure today’s ceremony proceeds without further disruption.”

His voice remained steady but firm. “However, let it be known–I do not claim to be the peak of Chanaean martial arts. If I win, I ask the Shoiyan martial artists to leave in good faith and end their intimidation. If I lose, that does not mean Chanaea’s martial arts are lacking-”

A burst of laughter cut him off.

Kellan and the Shoiyans sneered.

“What’s this? Already coming up with excuses before the fight even begins?”

“You’re the so–called leader of the Eight Supremes, the face of Chanaea’s martial arts. Why deny it now?”

“Bald friar, even without hair, you should at least have some pride!”

The Shoiyans mocked freely, fueling the hostility.

Gwain and Aora arrived just in time to hear the insults.

For a moment, Gwain wanted to claim his title as Chanaea’s strongest martial artist.

Then his gaze landed on Yorick–his commanding presence, the way the very air around him seemed to bend under his aura.

The memory of his three past defeats flashed through Gwain’s mind.

Speaking out at this moment would be a grave error. If he were confronted and ultimately lost in front of the entire country, it would ruin his reputation.

Aora, always quick to poke fun, smirked. “Hah! Gwain, are you letting the Zen Master take your title as number one?”

“Hmph, this isn’t my fight,” Gwain muttered, swiftly retreating toward the Lannister family’s camp.

Aora chuckled, seeing right through him.

Yet before he could get comfortable, Wyatt turned to him. “Mr. Gwain, you’re back just in time. I’m not sure Zen Master can handle this. Maybe you—”

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he wanted was to get dragged

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wear Yorick down, then step in to finish the job. He’d walk

paid him no mind. Instead, his attention

against me before, you

hands clasped together, and murmured, “Mr. Yorick, it has been twenty years. I never thought you would hold onto this grudge for so long. Very

The Chanaeans crowd erupted.

them who we

in

national media, which had arrived to cover the prayer ceremony, quickly shifted focus–this was now a battle for

wasn’t just a

meant humiliation, not just for the fighter

centuries, this

No second

Defeat would mean disgrace.

stepped into the center of the arena, the

Imperial Guards to escort Ethan

Chester’s side, helping him to

eyes remained locked on the two

gusts of wind swirling through the air–a clear

power.

his frustration, Chester

Yorick was right.

from reaching their level.

will I be able to stand among them?” Chester muttered, bitterness

him softly, keeping him grounded.

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base of Divine Mountain, another

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already waiting for them before they

Emmanuel and Mackenzie stepped out of their

“Emmanuel, you’re finally here.”

It was Veronica.

calm demeanor, but the sharp glint in her

Veronica, were

same route as Mr. Hale, so I made a few preparations,”

deep rumble echoed behind

and Mackenzie turned–and their

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