Love At The Wrong Table

In the heat of the moment, Blake unleashed a barrage of strikes on Yosef, seizing the advantage.

“Haha, fancy being on the other side of the blade for once, huh? Now you know how it feels!”

Unlike most fighters, Blake relished the thrill of battle, especially when dominating a worthy opponent.

Yet, Blake was taken aback. Yosef casually grabbed a broom, wielding it like a seasoned warrior, pushing Blake back.

“Well, I’ll be d*mned. Didn’t expect you to handle a broom like a pro.”

Wide-eyed, Blake realized he had underestimated Yosef. His plan to catch him off guard now backfired. Now that both were armed, his edge was all but lost!

Should I make a run for it? Or face him head-on?

Suddenly, Blake found himself in a dilemma akin to Hamlet’s.

“Casanova, are you in there? Casanova!”

Unexpectedly, Abellyn’s voice echoed outside the house, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

“Why are you here, woman?” Blake’s tone dripped with anger as he turned to face her.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to come look for you earlier? Ryder’s on my tail!

Abellyn’s voice trembled with urgency.

“Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep up with you all the way

then noticed the tense situation. Surprised, she inquired, “Is he the one who harmed our

out the

stoic, emanating an

both Blake and Abellyn incredulously, “Isn’t there a misunderstanding

“He’s kind?”

sheep’s clothing’? Society’s

the unsightly

“Ellie, step aside and let

a jumble. Why

Let’s see who handles who today!” Blake’s

confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was his only

he brandished his nunchaku.

Sweeping Strike!

Uppercut and

of the Flying Swallow!

Blake’s mastery of the Golden Bell and

skills were equally formidable, marking him as a

moves, he struggled to gain the upper hand against

the chao’s to her advantage. She spotted a pair of

harm my son? Rot in hell!” Abellyn’s expression hardened

“No!”