Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 489

Chapter 489

No one among them believed that Emmanuel would come out unscathed

from this. It seemed that victory or defeat could be determined in a single

move in this duel.

At that moment, Emmanuel raised his hands and chose to withstand the

attack head–on.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of deafening sounds could be heard when Felix’s leg met

Emmanuel’s arm.

The ground beneath Emmanuel’s feet sank, leaving two deep craters that

-only seemed to deepen by the second.

Felix, light as a swallow, rebounded and landed gracefully.

“Wow! As expected of Mr. John! What a quick and exquisite move!”

“Exactly! He truly deserves to be called the best martial artist in Yeringham!”

The members of the Lenoir family around them couldn’t help but exclaim in

admiration.

Elizabeth was also extremely nervous. To her, the skill level of both Felix and

Emmanuel had been determined in that previous move.

“Haha! Impressive!”

Quintus, after being dumbfounded, suddenly burst into laughter. He was

increasingly eager to have a fierce battle with Emmanuel.

Although Laura couldn’t understand the dynamics of the fight, she could

easily read people. Looking at Adolph, she noticed the gloomy look on his

face. The expression clearly didn’t match the expression one would have

when their side had the advantage.

As she followed Adolph’s line of sight, she saw that Felix’s leg, which had just

attacked Emmanuel, was actually trembling ever so slightly.

It seemed that the younger man might have the upper hand this time.

When Felix refrained from launching a second attack for a while, Laura knew

that he had been at a disadvantage in that previous move.

Indeed, that turned out to be the case.

Felix was now quite wary of Emmanuel, whose moves were simple yet

practical.

Felix naturally didn’t fear Emmanuel in terms of techniques and combat

experience. However, it was precisely because this young man chose to

confront him head–on and could see through his moves that made him a

difficult opponent.

“What are you doing, Felix? Don’t go easy on him!” Adolph shouted when he

saw Felix hesitating to attack.

Felix had no choice but to change his tactics and fiercely attack Emmanuel

once again.

Emmanuel was exhausted from defending himself.

Felix’s moves were varied and diverse, making him one of the strongest

opponents he had ever encountered. However, unlike the other battles to the

death that Emmanuel had fought, Felix’s moves didn’t exert as much

pressure on him.

It was true that Emmanuel couldn’t see through all of Felix’s moves, but he

had no problem withstanding most of the attack with his youthful and robust

physique. He was able to completely avoid having his vital areas hit despite

occasionally getting attacked by Felix.

He was well aware of his strength, which was his strong physique. As long as

Felix did not knock him down, victory would surely tilt in his favor as the older

man’s stamina dwindled away.

However, in a showdown between experts, outsiders often could only grasp

the superficial aspects. Especially in the Lenoir family’s domain, everyone saw

how Emmanuel was struggling to defend himself as he couldn’t strike back.

They were all enthusiastically cheering Felix.on.

“As expected of the grandmaster of martial arts in Yeringham. What excellent

skills!”

“No doubt about it. I’m mind–blown!”

“Mr. John is sure to win! That punk is as good as dead today!”

The crowd exclaimed one after another.

Elizabeth listened to these voices. On more than one occasion, she had the

impulse to rush out and stop Felix, hoping to create an opportunity for

Emmanuel to escape.

Much to her surprise, Emmanuel blocked Felix’s attack the next moment,

swiftly seizing him in a reverse grip and sending Felix crashing to the ground

in one fell swoop.

Boom!

With a resounding crash, the chaotic noise in the arena abruptly ceased.

Seeing Felix covered in dust and in a disheveled state as he fell, those who

were confident about his victory were dumbfounded, and they soon felt a

burning sensation in their cheeks.

“How did that happen? Did Mr. John miscalculate his move?”