Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 475

Chapter 475

Chapter 475 A Hand-To-Hand Combat

If he could defeat the reputable Elliot, it would be the most glorious moment of his life.

“Bring Elliot to the courtyard. I’m going to teach him a lesson.”

“Paul, he needs to be with Miss Dora tonight to…”

Paul’s expression turned awful when he heard that because he had been having a crush on Aliona for

the past three years. Knowing that she was about to offer herself to Elliot and coupled with the fact that

Elliot was being unappreciative, Paul was burning with rage.

“I’ll spare his life.” Paul merely wanted to vent his anger, and he was dying to vent it on Elliot.

And so, his man immediately went to bring Elliot over for his higher-up to do so.

In an open area in the courtyard, Elliot was brought out, with his limbs remained chained. Paul found that

unchallenging, so he instructed, “Release him.”

“Paul, what if—”

However, Paul was full of himself. Hence, he did not believe that Elliot could defeat him. With that, he

sneered. “How would such a pampered young master defeat me? Guard by the side, and if he dares to

flee, teach him a lesson.”

Six of his men then stood beside them, waiting to witness their battle. Elliot, on the other hand, was

dressed in a black coat, a vest and a black shirt inside. He exuded ruthlessness in the midst of the

darkness.

For a brief moment, Paul was concerned when he noticed Elliot’s chains had been removed. He knew

that Elliot was not someone to be underestimated. Paul had, however, boasted in front of his men, and

he had no choice but to continue for the sake of his dignity.

“Come on, Elliot. I’ll let you have the chance to challenge me,” Paul said, his voice cold.

To that, Elliot agilely removed his coat, revealing his sturdy build. His muscles beneath his shirt could

vaguely be seen under the moonlight.

“Come on,” he responded nonchalantly.

Paul’s fists were clenched tightly. He was dying to teach Elliot a lesson and beat him to a pulp right now.

It would be even better if Aliona could see it so that she would know he wasn’t inferior to Elliot. Paul

hoped to win her approval as well as her love after this.

Meanwhile, Elliot took advantage of Paul’s love for Aliona to obtain such an opportunity. He secretly

scanned his surroundings, looking for anything that could help him.

The courtyard was dead silent at this point, leaving only the sound of the breeze ruffling.

Finally, Paul yelled and dashed toward Elliot, but Elliot easily avoided him. His ease in avoiding Paul’s

attack astounded Paul, who began to feel an unknown fear of such an opponent.

Just how capable this man, being the young master of the Presgraves, is?

Paul hated Elliot’s face the most. His appearance was so perfect that Paul had the urge to destroy it.

With that, he raised his fist, preparing to give Elliot’s face a hard punch.

All his strength was exerted in that punch. However, his fist was about to strike Elliot in the face when his

wrist was grabbed by a powerful palm. The palm had so much strength in it that it made Paul’s bones

ache. Seeing that his action stopped, Elliot immediately flipped him over his shoulders.

That caused Paul to lie flat on the ground. He couldn’t care less about the pain in his back and he stood

up immediately, ready for another fight. However, he felt an excruciating pain in his clenched left hand.

“You’ve had training, haven’t you, Elliot?” Paul clenched his teeth and his eyes were filled with rage.

“Are you afraid now?” Elliot sneered. His sneer exuded an inexplicable aura that made one fearful amidst

the cold wind.

Paul’s subordinates, who were standing off to one side, started to guard against Elliot.

“Afraid of you? Dream on!” A provoked Paul attacked again. He kicked his leg and started a hand-to-

hand combat with Elliot.

In a hand-to-hand fight, fighting skills and quick reaction were crucial. Everyone present could see that

Elliot was equal to, if not better than, Paul in terms of agility and strength.

Yet, Elliot was beaten up by Paul earlier today when they disembarked from the yacht. How did he

remain so ferocious?

“Be careful, Paul.”

“Shut up!” Paul yelled. At this moment, Elliot gave Paul a kick on his chest. Elliot’s movement was as fast

as lightning and Paul was unable to avoid it. As a result, he fell nearly two meters away.