Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic 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?!”

How rude! This insult is unacceptable!

the eight major sects in

something for me,

play with his ego, which later became a strong motivator for him to teach Magnus a lesson. In the next moment,

“Go to h*ll!”

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 direct contradiction to

front of Magnus, feeling obligated to honor the payment for his services. He extended his arms and

air, the force was so great

“Well done, Master!”

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

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 like you!”

exasperated, Alfwhit launched eight consecutive palm strikes. Although his power was on par with experts capable of delivering deadly blows

time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched their fists in excitement, thinking that Blake’s fate was

too weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair