Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 2079

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 2079; Remember Me?

“Enough’s enough-hurry up and put these Shoiyans in their place!”

“That’s right! Ancient martial arts originated here in Chanaea-we’re the true pinnacle of martial prowess!” “Shoiyan Martial Saint, my foot! They’re just a small country-a one-eyed king in the land of the blind!” “Get ready for a lesson you won’t forget!” The crowd was filled with righteous anger, but despite their patriotic fervor, they lacked the skills to actually take on the Shoiyans.

“Haha! Since you all feel so strongly, I think it’s time to present Chanaea’s martial arts world with a new plaque Zeton, taking plemure in the Chanagan’s outrage, clapped his hands. His men retrieved a plaque from the vehicle behind him, meticulously crafted with bold, golden characters, The sight of those words intensified the crowd’s fury, and people excess forward, ready to charge at the Shotyans. Even Emmanuel frowned these Shoiyans were being incredibly arrogant.

“The Eastern Dragon, Growing Weak! Wyatt read aloud, then turned to Gwain with anger, “Mr. Gwain, these Shoiyans are beyond insulting! You must stand up for Chanaea’s martial arts!* But as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

Gwain’s face turned dark with frustration. If he could beat Yorick, he would’ve acted already-no need for anyone’s reminder. But since he couldn’t, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and keep quiet.

Kill them!” “Beat them down, drive them out of Chanaea!”

“We’ve got to teach them a lesson!” With no one stepping up to deliver justice, some in the crowd, hot-headed. and impulsive, prepared to fight the Shoiyans. But Kellan’s entourage was surrounded by highly skilled Shoiyan warriors wielding swords, who, in the ensuing chaos, began drawing their blades, ready to slash wildly.

As one man was about to be cut down, a white flash swept through like a breeze, disarming every Shoiyan warrior in an instant. It was Alder Cavanaugh! The crowd, finally able to release their pent-up frustration, cheered as Alder intervened.

The Shoiyan warriors, coming around, attempted to regroup, only for Alder to launch into his Twelve-Step Cyclone Kick, taking each of them down in a flurry of precision.

“Well done! Fantastic!”

“Master Cavanaugh is invincible!”

“The Eight SuprGrandmasters truly are something else, magnificent as ever!” People raised their fists in celebration, their spirits lifted. Even Wyatt couldn’t help but marvel at Alder’s prowess; Alder’s strength surpassed that of Nuthana’s Grandmaster and might even rival-if not exceed -Gwain’s abilities.

“A true martial artist has integrity and doesn’t harm unarmed civilians. That’s the first principle we Chanaeans uphold in martial arts!” Alder, with his hands behind his back, addressed the Shoiyans with the dignity of a grandmaster. “I’ve heard of your Shoiyan marital code, yet seeing it today is nothing but à disappointment!” His words drew another wave of applause from the crowd.

“Boss, Master Cavanaugh has incredible composure and character,” Sage remarked from behind Emmanuel. “Truly worthy of his place among Zovince’s Eight SuprGrandmasters.” Emmanuel nodded in agreement, feeling genuine respect for Alder. His character and composure truly represented the best of Chanaea’s martial world.

Kellan quickly stepped back with the plaque, terrified that Alder might decide to strike him. But Alder had no intention of bullying an ordinary person; if he’d wanted to, no amount of running would have helped Kellan escape.

Just then, the door of a Mitsubishi SUV swung open, and a deep voice sounded from within, “It seems you’ve made yet another breakthrough after so many years, Master Cavanaugh. Congratulations.” earing the voice, Alder tensed slightly, eyeing the well-built man stepping out of the SUV with a grave expression.

“You’ve certainly transformed as well, Yorick.” Many in the crowd were surprised to see the two men were old acquaintances. Not everyone knew Yorick’s past, and even Emmanuel was caught off guard, for Santiago had barely mentioned Yorick to him.

“Did I have a choice?” Yorick sneered. “The former Chanaean Martial Saint was eliminated by your so-called honorable alliance. The person standing here now is the Shoiyan Martial Saint!” Yorick’s gaze on Alder held a barely concealed malice.

Emmanuel noticed it, too. Even when facing him, Yorick hadn’t shown this level of hatred. It seemed Yorick hold some deep-seated grudge against Alder, who was known for his upright character.

“You tried to assassinate the president,” Alder replied calmly. “For the stability of Chanaea and the country’s foundations, we had no choice. We never expected you to survive that fall from such a height!” The crowd erupted in shock at this revelation. The Shoiyan Martial Saint is actually a traitor to Chanaea?! And he tried to assassinate the president?! It was utterly unforgivable.

Emmanuel frowned, never expecting such a history from Yorick. Could he have been the mysterious assassin who targeted the president a few months ago? “Pin a coronand call it justice?” Yorick scoffed, dripping with contempt “You were all just afraid of me, you bunch of cowards! Seeing you all stand here pretending to be noble and refined makes me sick!”

“That was nearly 30 years ago; all in the past now,” Alder replied, his tone unwavering. “It’s pointless to bring it up now when no one can say for sure what happened. But since you’ve come to challenge the Chanaean martial world and chosen Ironleaf Clan as your first stop in Zovince, should I be honored, or do you simply look down on me?”

Yorick laughed coldly. “If you feel insulted, take it that way.”

“How dare he be so disrespectful!” “How dare you speak to our master like that? You get away with this!” “You Shoiyans aren’t leaving unscathed!” Ironleaf disciples rallied behind Alder while the Chanaean crowd’s outrage only intensified. Everyone was hoping to see Alder defeat Yorick, and their anticipation grew by the second.

“Enough talk! I’m eager to see what kind of skills the new Shpiyan Martial Saint has. Let’s do this!” Alder suddenly leaped onto the arena, a platform of irregular logs assembled unevenly. For an ordinary person, balancing on it would be a challenge, let alone executing complex martial moves.

“A special arena just for me? ” Interesting his mouth curled into excited smile. But a moment later, his eyes turned cold. “Well, let’s add a little danger to this place, shall we?” With that, he picked up a fallen katana, driving its hilt into the thick stone slab beneath the platform with a series of quick slaps, leaving the blade upright, glinting ominously. The sight of the razor-sharp katana in the middle of the ring sent chills through the crowd; if anyone lost their balance, it could mean instant death.

Alder frowned slightly, clearly not having expected Yorick to turn this match into a life-or-death battle.

“Are you afraid, Alder?” Yorick taunted coldly. “If you don’t want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, I won’t be showing any mercy to someone like you!” With that, his gaze sharpened, radiating lethal intent.