Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
Chapter 1934; The Victor Emerges
Upon encountering the ancient tome, the three young men quivered with anticipation.
“The Dragon Tome! It must be the legendary Dragon Tome of the Lannister family!” Wyatt exclaimed with fervor, his voice echoing with excitement.
Gwain, however, took a more measured approach, intentionally challenging Finley. “Finley, can we truly trust your word? Don’t back out and bring reinforcements if you lose.”
“Hmph, I have served the old master for fifty years. My word is as solid as the decree of the Summerton Palace,” Finley declared with conviction before adding a stipulation. “If you win and take the scripture, I hope you will leave quietly and not cause further disturbances in Summerton Palace.”
Hank and Wyatt exchanged wary glances, feeling that the process was suspiciously smooth.
Gwain dismissed their concerns, agreeing with unwavering resolve, “Fine. If I lose, I will never mention the Dragon Tome again. If fortune favors me and I win, I trust Mr. Ford will honor his promise.”
“As an old man, I have always adhered to my word,” Finley replied with solemnity. “Now, will the three of you attack together, or shall you fight one by one?”
You’re d*mn bold!
Hank and Wyatt couldn’t help but chuckle. It was the first time anyone had dared to speak to their leader, Mr. Gwain, in such a manner.
“No need.”
Gwain stepped forward with an air of pride, his posture dignified. “I will face Mr. Ford’s skill alone. Should I be defeated, I will leave without protest.”
“Good.”
Finley rose, and with a swift motion of his hands, a powerful wave of energy surged through the air, stirring the surrounding winds into a tempestuous frenzy.
Hank and Wyatt watched in awe, recognizing that Finley’s inner strength far surpassed that of a mere martial master. He was undoubtedly a figure of immense renown in the martial world.
“Let us engage in a gentlemanly duel. Please, proceed.” Finley gestured with a graceful sweep of his hand.
“Please.”
Though younger, Gwain’s pride prevented him from making the first move. Since Finley held back, he would follow suit.
Having navigated countless battles, Finley had encountered many warriors. He saw Gwain’s arrogance not as a unique trait but as a potential flaw in combat.
Seeing Gwain’s reluctance to initiate, Finley seized the chance and launched his assault. Each strike from Finley was a blaze of intensity, each blow brimming with searing power, forcing Gwain into a defensive stance almost immediately.
Watching from the sidelines, Hank and Wyatt broke into a cold sweat on Gwain’s behalf.
Despite Finley’s relentless barrage of ten attacks, he failed to overcome Gwain. The momentum of the battle soon shifted.
Gwain found a crack in Finley’s defenses and delivered three consecutive strikes with precision. To a battle–hardened veteran like Finley, Gwain’s techniques were not only a marvel to behold but also a formidable challenge. Each move was both elegant and lethal, with a deadly intent behind every strike.
“Well done.‘
“Mr. Gwain is extraordinary.”
Wyatt and Hank cheered with exhilaration as the battle swung in Gwain’s favor. Yet, Finley was far from being an easy opponent. Even against Gwain, one of the most formidable martial artists of his generation, Finley remained steadfast through ten more exchanges, refusing to concede defeat.
The temple trembled under the force of their combat, its very foundation seeming to shudder with every blow.
At the critical moment, Finley unleashed his ultimate technique–The Third Style of the Six Sun Palm. Unwilling to be overshadowed, Gwain countered with the Lannister family’s most lethal skill, the Merged Finger, aiming to overwhelm Finley in a head–on clash.
Finley, understanding the peril of a confrontation, chose to withdraw at the last moment, narrowly avoiding mutual destruction.
It was as if Gwain had anticipated this maneuver, swiftly seizing the opening to grip Finley’s throat with lightning speed.
“Well done.”
“Mr. Gwain has emerged victorious.
Wyatt and Hank breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, they had doubted whether Gwain could secure victory, but his innate talent had once again surpassed their expectations, turning a seemingly impossible battle into a resounding triumph.
What they failed to realize was that Finley had intentionally held back his final move. Had he not, he could have delivered a devastating blow before Gwain’s grip tightened.
“Mr. Ford, will you honor your promise now?” Gwain’s gaze was unwavering, fixed coldly on the elder.
He cared not for the reasons behind Finley’s restraint; to him, victory was the sole measure of success. The duel had been won, and that was final.
“Hahaha. Indeed, youth breeds genius.” Finley laughed heartily. “I concede defeat. The tome is rightfully yours. Take it, for it belongs to your family.”
The outcome had unfolded with unexpected smoothness. Gwain took possession of the ancient tome, though his eyes remained vigilant with suspicion.
He meticulously examined the venerable text, but after a thorough inspection, he found no deceit or hidden flaws.