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.

Aora were mortal

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bad idea to swoop in and finish them both. With Emmanuel

what you’re plotting! First of all, you can’t beat me. Second, no matter how much Emmanuel and Yorick exhaust themselves, you still can’t defeat them.

coldly, his thoughts laid bare for all to see. Need he

Emmanuel’s alive, you’ll never surpass him!” Aora taunted, determined to provoke Gwain. After all, his ultimate goal was to kill Emmanuel–nothing else

of this demon first. Then I’ll deal with you!” Gwain declared

them once again formed

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

Please, let there be

“Hahaha!”

the nonsense! If you’re going to fight, then come

the Wolf Warrior surged within him, igniting his fighting spirit. He had never fought so fiercely and freely

moment was the peak of

of Oros now lay in ruins, shattered by the earth–shaking battle

a second of the

weaving into the atmosphere like a thread of silver light. Then, a

fleeting bloom, a timely rain, And the purple flower

Many were instantly entranced.

This… Is there truly such a heavenly voice in this

“Who’s singing?”

world has shifted with this melody and

darting around in search of the source.

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

eyes, immersing himself in the music. It had been so long. The melody seemed to transport him back in time,

lifted his gaze, looking toward the

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?”

that a bird? A plane? Wait… it looks like

eyes wide with disbelief and anticipation. Yet, as the figure came into view, many were disappointed. It really was