Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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Love at the Wrong Table

Chapter 2294 One Ally, Stronger Than an Army!

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Emmanuel hurled Aora to the ground, and for the first time in the history of the Divine Mountain, the unprecedented battle came to a brief pause.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Emmanuel panted desperately, sweat pouring from his body like streams of

water.

All eyes in the arena were fixed on him–shocked, incredulous, awestruck by his otherworldly talent that seemed to defy the very limits of humanity.

Of course, there were also the exhilarated cheers and excitement from Beatrix, Nathan, and the others.

Only Mackenzie felt anxious. Her mind raced as she desperately tried to find a way to help her husband break free from the predicament. She knew well that her husband wasn’t in control of the battle–he had simply reached the apex of his momentum. If things continued this way, it would be like a stock market crash or a landslide, potentially ending in total collapse.

“Peace be with you.” Zen Master could no longer hold back. “Yorick, you’re a martial saint, one of only seven who hold that title among countless fighters. Yet the three of you are ganging up on a single young man- doesn’t that damage your reputation?”

Yorick remained unmoved. “I already said that everyone here is trash. Only Emmanuel is worthy of being my opponent. No matter how we fight, I’m only here to battle Emmanuel!”

Well, d*mn!

His statement managed to offend everyone present without breaking a sweat.

“Mr. Verkade, that Shoiyan is getting too cocky. Let’s join forces and take him down before we deal with Lowe!” Miles suggested to Gautier with ground teeth. “We have 300 fighters ready to go. Emmanuel’s already worn out–if he kills Yorick, we can finish him off together with no problem!”

“No.” Gautier coldly responded curtly, his eyes locked on Emmanuel. “If this man were easy to kill, he wouldn’t still be standing. Ignore whatever Yorick says–we’re just using him right now.”

Alas, Miles could only grit his teeth and swallow his frustration.

“Gwain Lannister!”

Finally, Mackenzie could no longer hold back. Her expression was filled with disdain as she called out, “You’re supposed to be my husband’s equal. Now you’re teaming up with two others against him? Even if you manage to scrape out a draw, aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?”

Gwain’s lips twitched at her words.

Knowing his pride, Mackenzie pressed on. “Why don’t you take on Aora and let my husband fight Yorick one–on–one? Or, if you really want to prove yourself, fight Yorick on behalf of Chanaea. You could still become a hero in the eyes of thousands.”

Gwain hesitated.

and Aora were mortal

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did want to play the hero and

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to swoop in and finish them both. With Emmanuel and Yorick dead, who would dare claim

I don’t know what you’re plotting! First of all, you can’t beat me.

laid bare for all

already! As long as Emmanuel’s alive, you’ll never surpass him!” Aora taunted, determined to provoke Gwain.

To prove I’m stronger than Emmanuel, I’ll rid Zovince of this demon first. Then I’ll deal with you!” Gwain declared righteously, earning only scornful looks from

once again formed up, ready

to buy her husband some precious time to catch his breath. Now that

time. Please, let there be a

“Hahaha!”

them prepare for battle once more, Emmanuel burst into triumphant laughter. “Dotson, Aora, Lannister–enough with the nonsense! If you’re going to fight, then come at me! I, Emmanuel Lowe,

surged within him, igniting his fighting spirit. He

the peak

ruins, shattered by the earth–shaking battle that still raged

to miss even a second of the spectacle, a clear, hauntingly

followed, weaving into the atmosphere like a thread of silver

bloom, a timely rain, And the purple flower blooms again, Its splendor woven

Many were instantly entranced.

Is there truly such a heavenly voice in this

“Who’s singing?”

if the entire world has shifted with

their eyes darting around in search

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with such mesmerizing beauty–if not a siren, then surely a celestial

a faint smile and closed his eyes, immersing himself in the music. It had been so long. The melody seemed to transport

also lifted his gaze, looking toward the

Yorick, aren’t you ashamed? Teaming up with others to bully my disciple? How

rang out, catching the

“Look! Someone’s flying over!”

“What’s happening?”

a bird? A plane? Wait… it

as the figure came into view, many were disappointed. It really was a hunched old man, hands clasped behind his back as he balanced atop a silver spear,