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?!”

This

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

of the Zelinsky family of Zovince. I actually came here hoping to pay you to do something for me, but now I realize you’re not worth

have sounded like taunting, his latest reply was a complete humiliation for Alfwhit. As the head of Templar Valor, Alfwhit couldn’t allow someone to play with his

“Go to h*ll!”

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

smile, Blake sneered and stood in front of Magnus, feeling obligated to honor

than they had anticipated. When their strikes collided in the air, the force was so great that it produced a loud thud. Blake was then sent flying, seemingly having taken

“Well done, Master!”

avenge the humiliation she had suffered earlier. At the same time, all the other disciples

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

eight consecutive palm strikes. Although his power was on par with experts capable of delivering deadly blows with a single strike, his movements

he believed he had successfully hurt Blake. At the same time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched their fists in

his head and said, “You’re too weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair and Alfred. In fact,

What?! Alfwhit was shocked.