Love At The Wrong Table

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?!”

How rude! This insult is unacceptable!

of the eight major sects in Chanaea, the

pay you to do something for me, but now I realize you’re not worth it. So, I think it’s

Alfwhit. As the head of Templar Valor, Alfwhit couldn’t allow someone to play with his ego, which later became a

“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

obligated to honor the payment for his services. He extended his arms and met

force was so great that

“Well done, Master!”

the humiliation she had suffered earlier. At the same time, all the other disciples raised their arms and cheered for their master. However,

can do? Come on, I thought you would be better. No wonder Magnus couldn’t resist

experts capable of delivering deadly blows with a single

of Alfwhit’s consecutive palm strikes, unknowingly bringing a smile to the latter’s face as he believed he had successfully hurt Blake. At the same time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched their fists in excitement, thinking that Blake’s fate was sealed, as they knew a strike from Alfwhit was

simply shook his head and said, “You’re too weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair and Alfred. In fact, calling you trash is an understatement.”