A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 964

“How audacious! Who has the guts to mess with Templar Valor?!” The commotion at the door reverberated through the air and drifted into the building.

As Magnus and Blake entered the front yard, a middle-aged man in a black combat suit led his group of disciples out of the place with an angry expression. It seemed like he already knew what had happened.

Upon seeing Magnus and Blake, the man squinted in anger. “Who are you? What is your problem with Templar Valor? How dare you come here looking for trouble?!”

Meanwhile, the man’s disciples couldn’t wait for Magnus to explain, as they were just as angry as their master.

However, Magnus responded with a calm smile and said, “There’s nothing personal here. I’m just trying to have some fun by bullying you guys because, let’s face it, you’re all too weak.”

“What?!”

rude! This

was known as one of the eight major sects in Chanaea, the men

actually came here hoping to pay you to do something for me, but now I realize you’re not worth it. So, I

play with his ego, which later became a strong motivator for him to

“Go to h*ll!”

lacked the grace and magnanimity that a charismatic leader should possess. After being humiliated by Magnus, he succumbed to his emotions and let his violence take over his mind. His eyes turned red, and his movements were filled with a desire to kill. Ironically, the techniques of Templar Palms were best utilized when one had a balanced inner energy, achieved through minimal/emotional fluctuations and composure. However, Alfwhit’s hot temper and agitation were in

while Magnus responded with a smile, Blake sneered and stood in front of Magnus, feeling obligated to honor the payment for his services. He extended his arms and met Alfwhit’s strike with

collided in the air, the force was so great that it produced a loud thud. Blake was then sent flying, seemingly having taken damage from the

“Well done, Master!”

suffered earlier. At the same time, all the other disciples raised their arms and cheered for their master. However, their expressions quickly

unfazed. He grinned, revealing his yellowish teeth. “You must be Alfwhit Zamora, right? Is this the best you can do? Come on, I thought you would be better. No wonder Magnus couldn’t resist humiliating you. Templar Valor deserves no respect with a leader

strikes. Although his power was on par with experts capable of delivering deadly blows with a single strike, his movements were still forceful enough to

latter’s face as he believed he had successfully hurt Blake. At the same time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched

“You’re too weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair and Alfred. In fact, calling you trash is

What?! Alfwhit was shocked.