Love At The Wrong Table

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Hearing Ashton’s urgent warning, Emmanuel whipped around instantly.

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Birch, one of the esteemed Eight Supreme Grandinasters of Zovince, actually hesitated, abandoning his sneak attack in favor of lashing out at Ashton instead!

“You ignorant brat! How dare you spout such nonsense and tarnish my reputation!” he shouted.

Having failed in his underhanded attempt, he now sought to preserve his dignity by playing the righteous man. If he couldn’t erase the humiliation, he would silence the one who dared to accuse him!

Refusing to admit his sneak attack, he instead aimed to eliminate the woman who had “falsely accused” him.

“Ashton!”

Now it was Emmanuel’s turn to worry. How could Ashton, with her limited abilities, possibly face one of the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince?

Ashton knew this all too well. To her, a martial arts enthusiast, the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince were people whom she could only look up to. The only person she had ever admired more was Sage, her instructor.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that one of those revered figures would personally strike at

her–and with such lethal intent!

At that moment, a wry smile spread across her face as she resigned herself to her fate. She stood still, awaiting the inevitable, much like a helpless kitten cornered by a ferocious tiger, resigned to the end.

And yet, just as death loomed near, a sound like a dragon’s roar erupted by her ear.

Roar!

Emmanuel unleashed his Dragon Capture Technique, forcefully pulling Birch away.

Birch’s face twisted in shock. Could such a miraculous skill truly exist?

Ashton was equally stunned. Surrounded by enemies and under relentless assault, Emmanuel still had the strength to save her?

Bolstered by his intervention, even a little kitten like her found the will to struggle. With death staring her down, she twisted her body just in time to avoid Birch’s hammer–like fist.

Boom!

Birch’s punch missed, slamming into the ground behind Ashton with devastating force. The impact shattered the earth, sending jagged stones flying. Though she dodged the brunt of the attack, Ashton lost her balance and stumbled, her body bruised by the debris. She was badly injured,

“Birch!” Emmanuel roared, pointing a finger at him in righteous fury. “You, one of the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince, a man with a sterling reputation! Failing a sneak attack, you now stoop to killing a woman? What kind of man are you?”

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of disdain. Though they weren’t cowards, they couldn’t help but look down on someone who would resort to such despicable tactics–especially a figure as renowned as Birch!

For a man of such standing to act in such a disgraceful way it was shameful, to say the least.

“Come on! If you’ve got the guts, kill me!” Emmanuel taunted Birch, deliberately provoking him. He feared that if he didn’t draw Birch’s attention, Ashton would remain in grave danger.

The bait worked. Birch felt the weight of countless eyes on him, his face burning with shame.

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Emmanuel had already fought a grueling battle, his internal strength and physical strength clearly drained. If Birch, one of the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince, didn’t rise to this challenge and confront Emmanuel head–on, he would lose all credibility. His proud reputation would be tarnished, his dignity as shattered as broken glass.

“You ignorant brat! Your life ends here!”

At last, he charged at Emmanuel, abandoning any pretense.

“Cheer for Master Arnold!” Chiara barked orders at the Zelinsky family’s elite fighters nearby.

The chaotic battlefield instantly transformed into a stage for a high–stakes duel.

Witnessing such a showdown was a rare spectacle. Even when Yorick had challenged the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince, the audience hadn’t been this captivated. And this wasn’t just a friendly sparring match; it was a life–and–death struggle!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Birch unleashed his ultimate technique–the Earth–Shattering Meteor Fists.

Each punch carried enough force to shatter mountains and split the earth, demonstrating his unparalleled strength.

Anyone familiar with the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince knew that Birch’s fists were the fiercest among them, perhaps even the strongest in the world. His earth–shaking strikes earned him the nickname “Earth Hammer,” a title that even his peers respected.

Birch himself firmly believed this. Although his last head–to–head clash with Emmanuel had not ended in his triumph, he was convinced that now was different. Emmanuel, drained from his previous battles, must be at his limit. This was his chance to dominate in raw strength–he wouldn’t lose again!

Surely Emmanuel wouldn’t dare face me head–on, he thought.

But to his shock, Emmanuel didn’t retreat or evade. He stood his ground, his gaze burning with unyielding determination.

Fully warmed up and now consumed by bloodlust, Emmanuel countered with a technique he rarely used -Northern Dragon Dominion, the 16th move of the Northern Region’s Reverse Dragon Palm!

Their fists and palms collided mid–air with earth–shattering force. Each clash triggered a cyclone of energy, the shockwaves ripping through the battlefield. It was as if a hurricane and an earthquake had struck at once, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Just like last time, Birch instantly felt his fists go numb. But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to

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He was convinced Emmanuel must be in the same, if not worse, condition. This young man was less than hall his age, which meant his internal strength couldn’t possibly match his decades of refinement. Moreover, Emmanuel had just fought a brutal, all–out battle against countless opponents. He had poured every ounce of strength into his attacks–what reserves could he have left?

If they kept exchanging blows, victory was inevitable–his

But in the very next moment, Emmanuel’s actions utterly shattered his confidence.

“Roar!!”

Emmanuel’s battle cry thundered through the air like tiger’s roar echoing through the mountains. His Northern Dragon Dominion grew fiercer with every strike, gaining momentum instead of faltering. There wasn’t even the slightest sign of exhaustion.

This defied every principle of martial arts. He wasn’t weakening–he was growing stronger, like a raging wildfire feeding on the wind! noveldrama

Birch’s heart sank into despair.

As one of the most revered figures in Chanaea’s martial arts world, he knew full well of the rare phenomenon: the War God Constitution. A body that grew stronger when faced with powerful opponents, fiercer as battles dragged on.

But in his decades of dominance, he had never encountered such a warrior. Energy was supposed to deplete over time–this was a fundamental truth, both in martial arts and science.

And yet, on what might very well be his last day alive, he had met this once–in–a–lifetime prodigy!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Emmanuel’s fighting spirit burned at its peak, leaving no room for mercy. With two strikes, he shattered Birch’s fists, and a third strike crushed straight through his chest.

“Master Arnold!” the Zelinsky family’s elite fighters cried out in shock.

The crowd collectively gasped, their faces pale with disbelief.

Emmanuel just defeated one of the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince–with a single move?! Is he even stronger than Yorick himself?

While the crowd was still reeling from the outcome of this earth–shattering duel, Chiara slipped a silenced pistol from her coat.

“Emmanuel, I can’t let you live another day!” she hissed through gritted teeth, her determination as cold as steel.

“Mrs. Zelinsky!” The Zelinsky family’s servants turned pale with panic.

They had carefully orchestrated this ambush under strict agreements with Zovince’s authorities. Emmanuel couldn’t die by gunfire; his status demanded that his death be above suspicion. If he was killed with a firearm, Chanaea would launch a full–scale investigation, and the consequences would spiral out of control!

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Bui Chiara had no patience left. If she didn’t use a gun, killing Emmanuel would be nearly impossible- and whe knew how many more lives it would cost?

“Emmanuel.

Seated weakly on the ground, Ashton tried to shout a warning, but Chiara, always meticulous and ruthless, silenced her with a sharp kick that knocked her back down.

By the time Emmanuel realized what was happening, Chiara had already fired thiree shots in quick

succession.

What no one expected was the sudden appearance of a slender figure darting in front of Chiara. With arms outstretched, she shielded Emmanuel with her own body.

Three blooms of crimson blossomed on her chest as the bullets struck.

In that instant, Emmanuel’s eyes widened in shock, his heart gripped by an indescribable agony, as if a demon had sunk its claws into his soul. He couldn’t even cry out–it felt like the air had been ripped from his lungs,

Chiara froze, panic flashing across her face. How did this woman from the Tanner family appear out of nowhere? How could this have happened? What am I supposed to do now?

“Xylie! Xylie!”

Emmanuel leaped forward, catching the fragile, wounded woman in one arm as she trumpled.

“Why? Why would you do something so foolish? Why would you use your body to block those bullets for me?” His voice trembled, raw with anguish. “You didn’t have to! You really didn’t have to!”

Xylie’s lips curled into a faint, bittersweet smile, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze was both sorrowful and content, her voice weak but unwavering.

“To you… maybe it wasn’t… wasn’t necessary. But to me… it meant everything.”

Her breath hitched, her words faltering but filled with quiet determination. “You… you saved my life in Yeternia. Back then, I… I didn’t really care if I lived or died. But when I was with you… life felt beautiful again.

“I’m tired of being used by others… tired of being part of the Tanner family… tired of being your enemy… So… let it end like this…”

Her voice grew softer as she spoke, and her eyelids began to droop. A faint smile lingered on her face as she whispered her final words.

“Nathan… I could let him go… But for you… I didn’t want to lose to Miss Ashton…”

With that, her eyes closed, a mixture of sorrow and fulfillment etched onto her face as her breathing slowed.

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