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!

sects in Chanaea, the men were furious to hear Magnus’

actually came here hoping to pay you to do something for me, but now I realize

Alfwhit couldn’t allow someone to play with his ego, which later became a strong motivator for him to teach Magnus a lesson. In

“Go to h*ll!”

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 direct contradiction to the core principles of Templar

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

strikes collided in the air, the force was so great that it produced a loud thud. Blake was then

“Well done, Master!”

defeat Blake and avenge the humiliation she had suffered earlier. At the same time, all the other disciples raised their arms and cheered

Zamora, right? Is this the best you can do? Come on, I thought you would be better. No wonder Magnus couldn’t

on par with experts capable of delivering deadly blows with a single strike, his

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

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