Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
Chapter 2386; Emmanuel Lowe vs the Warlord!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as the Wolf Warrior Unit’s Second Squad had reversed the tide of battle and believed victory was in hand, seven figures suddenly descended from above, landing atop the fortress wall like thunderbolts from the sky.
Emmanuel immediately looked up, and the moment he spotted the elder standing dead center among them, his fists clenched tightly.
Warlord!
And with him were Airspace Vanguard elites.
“You truly are worthy of being chosen by the general as his successor, Emmanuel Lowe. You’re more than worthy of the title ‘war god’,” the Warlord praised sincerely.
Even after both Gwain and Yosef had received personal guidance from hin and underwent physical enhancement through the Airspace Group’s advanced tech, neither of them had managed to reach Emmanuel’s level.
“You’re the Warlord?” Emmanuel’s body radiated killing intent as he asked coldly, “You’re the one who left the general on the verge of death?”
“Hahaha…”
Before the Warlord could respond, the Red Vanguard suddenly burst out laughing. “That’s right, it was us! And we’re here today to make sure you follow in his footsteps. Taking you down should be even easier. I alone can –“
Fwoosh! Before he could finish, Emmanuel launched off the wall and unleashed the Blazing Dragon Grip.
The Warlord hadn’t reacted in time. Even the general had never possessed such a terrifying grappling technique, one capable of seizing a person through the air.
And the Red Vanguard wasn’t just anyone, he was one of the Warlord’s most meticulously trained enforces. With his armor on, his combat rating was upper double-S class.
His eyes, previously gleaming with arrogance, instantly twisted into pure terror. Isn’t Lowe rated triple-S? How could he…
The Warlord knew that if he didn’t act immediately, his trusted subordinate wouldn’t survive. Without hesitation, his crimson cloak flared as he launched a diving palm strike at Emmanuel.
To his surprise, not only did Emmanuel stand firm, but his other hand struck back simultaneously with the Dragon-Breaking Palm.
Boom!
The clash of their palms caused the thick fortress wall beneath them to tremble, sending a minor quake rippling across the entire zone.
“Such terrifying power…”
Below, Sage and the others clenched their jaws and steadied themselves. Had they not experienced it firsthand, they would never have believed such beings existed in this world. And there were two of them!
The other Vanguard warriors were just as stunned. Like the Red Vanguard, they had assumed Emmanuel, being so young, couldn’t possibly surpass the general, who had once been the nation’s anchor.
But now, Emmanuel had gone blow-for-blow with the upper triple-S class Warlord and come out even. How could they not be shocked?!
The Warlord, worthy of being one of the Upper Three Saints, felt his arm go numb, yet he managed to use his footwork to shift into anti-gravity mode and leap back up to the high wall. He figured Emmanuel must be in a similar state, and with that, he’d successfully rescued his man.
Or so he had thought.
Emmanuuel’s eyes were blood-red, and even while falling, he had enough strength left to yank the Red Vanguard toward him.
“Impossible!”
Even the Warlord was stunned, but the true shock was still to come.
Though Emmanuel’s arm had indeed gone numb, the energy from the Heart of the Sun surged through him, instantly restoring his condition. One hand continued the grapple, while the other drove straight through the Red Vanguard’s chest.
The Red Vanguard died on the spot.
His eyes were wide open in death, unwilling to close. He had only wanted to put on a show in front of the new war god of Chanaea. Who would’ve thought trying act tough before a real war god would cost him his life in such a brutal way?
“And the rest of you!”
Little did anyone know, the real show was just getting started. Emmanuel fought like a berserk war machine, impervious to fatigue and seemingly unaffected by the toll of battle.
Right after killing the Red Vanguard, he launched into the air once more, bounding off the wall and charging straight toward the Warlord and his armored subordinates.
That look in his eyes, the overwhelming presence, it actually stunned one of the Upper Three Saints into hesitation. Let alone the enforces behind him.
“All of you, attack together!”
The Warlord, after all, was still one of the Upper Three Saints. He quickly recovered from the shock and no longer cared about pride or decorum. Emmanuel had to be eliminated here and now.
The fools at the martial arts association severely underestimated this man. Fully unleashed, he’s even more terrifying than the general, who was just a step away from breaking into lower quadruple-S class!
Despite the numbness in his arm, the Warlord launched his signature technique, the Heavenbreaker Plam!
The remaining five Vanguard warriors all brandished their weapons, prepared to strike, together and swarm Emmanuel.
Fwoosh! Emmanuel’s eyes held not a trace of fear.
The Dragon-Breaking Palm struck out once, twice, then a third time in rapid succession. Each thunderous blow built on the last before the previous one even peaked, combining pinpoint power with wide-area devastation. The result was a fearsome display of violent crowd control.
Everyone below stood frozen in disbelief.
A series of detonations followed, sending shards of the thick fortress wall flying through the air like it had just been hit by multiple high-yield missiles.
And the explosions didn’t stop, meaning Emmanuel was still launching attacks.
Sage was completely dumbfounded. He had always known Emmanuel was powerful, but he had never imagined his strength had reached this level.
This guy’s a f*cking walking superweapon!
No one knew how long the chaos lasted, but when the smoke and dust finally began to settle, the outcome atop the shattered wall was clear.
Emmanuel stood there, chest heaving, both arms torn and bleeding, yet still upright, the last man standing on the crumbling battlements.
The Warlord knelt on one knee, blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly suffering from internal injuries too severe to hide.
As for his five elite subordinates, they lay scattered on the ground, utterly defeated.
“I never thought… truly, I didn’t expect this…”
After a long silence, the Warlord finally let out a bitter laugh, only to cough up another mouthful of blood.
Emmanuel said nothing, merely watching him while trying to catch his breath.
He was certain now; the Heart of the Sun was resonating with this location. When combined with the Art of Sunflame, it gave him an inexhaustible supply of energy.
If not for that, he wouldn’t have stood a chance in a drawn-out battle against even one opponent like the Warlord, let alone seven.
After another fit of coughing, the Warlord lay back completely, gazing up at the sky and murmuring. “It seems… Chanaea’s national fortune hasn’t run out after all…”
Only then did Emmanuel speak coldly, “Helios Sheffield-Grey. You’re Atticus’ older brother, aren’t you? Your brother died refusing to become a lackey of Eagle nation. Why did you choose to cooperate with them and betray Chanaea?”
“In that, I’m not as noble as my brother,” the Warlord admitted without hesitation. “But even though we cooperated with Eagle Nation, we never intended to betray Chanaea.”
“What do you mean?” Emmanuel pressed him.
“It was mutual exploitation, nothing more,” the Warlord said, still smiling faintly. Even with death near, his tone remained steady. “If we hadn’t used the pretense of an alliance, Orunis and the so-called god would’ve never let us set foot on Solaris Island.”
“You’re not about to claim you were planning to team up with me and fight back against them, are you?” Emmanuel sneered.
“Not quite,” the Warlord replied, his gaze still honest. “You and I may both be Chanaean, but we’ve always stood ono opposite sides. You’re aligned with Barton’s faction, and we’ve always been enemies. We planned to destroy your people first, then encircled and wipe out Eagle Nation’s forces. In the end, we meant to take this base for ourselves.”
Emmanuel frowned slightly. Judging by the old man’s expression, he didn’t seem to be lying.
“Emmanuel,” the warlord said, coughing up more blood but smiling even more sincerely. “You were right, we’ve always been Chanaean. So, as your reward for defeating me, let me tell you what I know. If victory is no longer ours to claim. I still hope Chanaea wins in the end.”
Emmanuel stared at him, expressions blank. “You have my gratitude. I’m all ears.”
But just as the Warlord was about to speak again, a violent coughing fit overtook him. Blood poured from his lips in waves, and it looked unlikely he’d be able to say another word…