Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2301 The Music Saint and the Breathtaking Blossom!

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“What makes you think you’re a hero? And what gives you the right to believe your faith is the only correct one? You b*stard!”

Yorick’s fury erupted as he unleashed his Savage Tiger Roar.

His fists shot forward like a ravenous tiger pouncing on its prey–each punch fierce, each strike powerful enough to shatter stone and earth. Santiago’s eyes widened in shock, forced to defend himself against the relentless onslaught.

The tavern’s patrons fled in terror, fearing that the two fighters would bring the entire building crashing down around them.

“Are you really trying to kill me?!” Santiago gasped after blocking the onslaught. His clothes were shredded, streaks of blood visible across his chest, and even his face bore three bloody gashes–he looked utterly battered.

“I have to kill you–because I can’t kill Jane! I have to stop her before she makes a terrible mistake!” Yorick roared, charging forward again.

“You stubborn mule! The Dawnbringer must have misjudged you–you don’t deserve to share the title of saint with me!” Santiago’s anger boiled over as he grabbed his spear. The Dance of Six Spears ignited with dazzling brilliance, its radiant glow outshining every lantern in the tavern.

“Watch me take you down!”

As Santiago spun his spear, six azure dragons burst forth from its tip, coiling toward Yorick with the force of a tidal wave ready to devour a tiger.

Now, it was Yorick’s turn to be stunned. Although he had witnessed Santiago use this technique against powerful foes before, experiencing its overwhelming pressure firsthand was far more terrifying. The dragons‘ majestic presence was like an ocean crashing down upon him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of energy piercing through the air echoed as the tavern walls were punctured with holes, leaving the structure swaying as if a single gust of wind might bring it down.

Blood dripped from Yorick’s wounds onto the wooden floorboards. Yet neither man backed down. Their eyes blazed with unyielding determination–tonight, neither would stop until the other was completely subdued.

two had enough? Are you really going to let your selfish pride cost innocent lives?

suddenly rang out, causing

a tranquil melody drifted into the tavern. The sound of a lute resonated with a power that seemed limitless, instantly pulling both men into an auditory illusion. A surge of calm, like an endless tide, swept through their

stood behind a woman dressed in a white gown with a crimson cloak draped over her shoulders, silently admiring her senior’s skill. The woman’s

nellatever!

did the woman in crimson cloak step into the tavern, her gaze cold as she

“Ms. Sheffield–Grey!”

What are you

like children caught misbehaving, suddenly unable to meet

let innocent people die because of your childish brawl?” Liora’s voice carried a

and said, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have gone all

before turning her eyes

all Santiago’s fault!

in the long run. We Chanaeans value strategy we’re not a nation that acts on impulse! Maybe you can’t understand the Dawnbringer’s long–term vision and

“You did force Jane!”

“I didn’t!”

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authority, silencing both men at once. “You two were granted saintly titles by the Dawnbringer himself,

at each other, eyes filled with

believe Santiago isn’t the kind of person you think

the words. After all, he had known Santiago for many years and knew the man wasn’t domineering or unreasonable. Yet, he

that doesn’t mean you can force Santiago to support his candidacy. That would be

Yorick. “Ms. Sheffield–Grey… are you saying you don’t want your father to become

matter whether I support him or not?

heart. Yorick, in particular, noticed that her expression

Jane decides is her own

going to perform in Zovince, will