Love At The Wrong Table

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“You clown, how dare you run your mouth like that? I’re going to take you down as a warm–up and use you as a sacrifice for my banner!”

Aora wasted no time, striking at Gwain without hesitation.

Before he could close the distance, the Lannister family’s warriors surged forward, forming a solid wall of bodies between them. Their very existence revolved around fighting for the family–if they didn’t step up now, what was the point of their loyalty?

Though they had never crossed blades with Aora before, they had heard enough to gauge his strength. He was only slightly stronger than their highest–ranked fighters. With their sheer numbers, overwhelming him should have been a certainty.

Or so they believed.

The moment Aora moved, a violent force erupted around him, surging like a crimson hurricane- blistering, unrelenting.

In the blink of an eye, the warriors lay sprawled across the tavern floor, groaning in pain.

Had they not been among the finest in their ranks, they would have been reduced to nothing in an instant.

“This… this is madness!”

The tavern was filled with fighters who had come to prepare for the grand hunt, men of considerable skill and reputation. Many of them were the strongest within their own circles, warriors who commanded respect wherever they went.

Yet as they watched Aora in action, unease rippled through them.

How could a man wield such monstrous strength?

If he entered the tournament, Yorick would be doomed

Even Chiara instinctively took a step back, wary of being caught in the fray. Aora’s raw power felt as if it surpassed even the Eight Supremes, his sheer force a thing of destruction.

“Gwain, you self–important fraud, get down on your knees!”

Having used Gwain’s guards as little more than warm–up dummies, Aora turned his attention back to him.

Wyatt, a former Grandmaster of Nuthana, dared not intervene. He understood all too well that he would be of no help.

Gwain’s name carried weight across Chanaea’s martial world, and most had a fair idea of what he was capable of. But no one believed he could stand against Aora. They were certain he was finished.

Then, against all expectations, the unthinkable happened.

Aora launched a devastating palm strike, a tidal wave of energy crashing toward his opponent.

But Gwain barely moved. With nothing more than a flick of his wrist, he redirected the force, sending it

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instant.

“This… what kind of power is this?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“As expected of one of Chanaca’s strongest! Southern Lannister truly lives up to his name!”

“Agh! My shop! Take your fight somewhere else!”

The tavern’s patrons scrambled to the corners, torn between awe and alarm.

Aora, too, hesitated, eyes narrowing as he studied Gwain. The man he had once dismissed as insignificant had just wielded Big Dipper, a technique capable of diverting attacks with case.

“Heh. Looks like you’ve improved quite a bit,” he remarked with a smirk.

Gwain met his gaze, mirroring his expression. “Same goes for you. Shall we continue?”

A shift had taken place between them.

Moments ago, they had both looked down on each other. Now, there was a flicker of wariness in their eyes.

Both had grown stronger, yet neither knew the full extent of the other’s abilities. Each still believed he could win.

But for the first time, doubt crept in.

“If you want me to stop messing with you, fine. Just apologize, and we’ll call it even!”

Aora barked out the demand, his voice bold and unrestrained.

If it had just been the two of them, he wouldn’t have wasted his time or energy fighting Gwain. But with a crowd gathered, and after throwing out such a challenge, backing down now would be nothing short of humiliating. How could he hold his head high if he walked away?

And if even he felt that way, then Gwain–who had always prided himself on his strength–could only feel it more intensely.

He had boasted time and again that he would one day become the strongest under heaven. Yet if he couldn’t even put down a mere lackey under Teddy’s command, especially after already crushing his subordinates, then the real humiliation would be his to bear.

With an icy smirk, Gwain fired back, “I think you’ve got it backward. You hurt my men. Get on your knees, apologize to them, and maybe I’ll consider letting you crawl away with your life.”

“You b*stard, shut the hell up!”

Aora lunged, his strikes sharper and more relentless than before, a fierce chain of attacks aimed at breaking through the legendary techniques of the Lannister family.

But Gwain was more than just Big Dipper. When it came to skill, he was every bit Aora’s equal.

Their battle erupted with blistering intensity. Fists and kicks collided like clashing steel, each impact sending shockwaves through the small shop around them.

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The fragile wooden structure groaned under the onslaught, shelves toppling and walls splintering as the fight raged on.

The onlookers were enthralled, unable to tear their eye away from the spectacle. But before they could

creak.

fully take in the ferocity of the duck the shop let out a deep, oming, spectacle. But before they could

“Oh my god, run!”

“The whole place is coming down!”

A tourist site like this was never meant to withstand the sheer force of two top–tier martial artists unleashing their full power. In mere moments, the structure collapsed into a heap of rubble, sending a thick cloud of dust billowing into the air.

The deafening crash echoed through the mountains, drawing the attention of climbers and stirring the ranks of Zovince’s most powerful factions as they ascended under Gautier’s leadership.

“Mr. Verkade, there’s serious action happening up ahead!” noveldrama

Eve, once the head of security for Teddy’s estate, was a towering woman with broad shoulders and a sharp gaze. A seasoned fighter herself, she recognized the signs of a high–level battle instantly. “Looks like two powerhouses are going at it!”

“That can’t be right,” someone behind Gautier gasped.

“A fight so intense it brought down a building? Is Yorick already battling someone?”

“Has the showdown started ahead of schedule?”

“D*mn it, are we too late?”

Anxious murmurs spread through the group. They had come to witness Emmanuel’s downfall and Yorick’s defeat–missing that moment was unthinkable.

“Hurry, let’s go check it out!”

Gautier wasted no time, leading the charge up the mountain.

Meanwhile, at the halfway point, the fallen shop had forced everyone outside. Now, a growing crowd gathered around the wreckage, eyes locked on the two men still locked in combat.

Watching them fight in person was almost surreal. It was one thing to hear stories of legendary martial artists, but seeing them firsthand was something else entirely.

Aora and Gwain moved like shadows across the mountainside, their speed and precision almost supernatural. Every strike sent tremors through the earth, their battle a relentless clash of

nder and fire.

Both had cultivated their own distorted versions of the Dragon Tome, and their energies perfectly matched. Just like their last encounter, they remained locked in a brutal stalemate, exchanging over a hundred moves without a clear victor.

But the land around them bore the cost. Where once stood picturesque scenery, only ruin remained.

The spectators exchanged uneasy glances. They had always believed that the Eight Supremes represented the pinnacle of the nation’s martial world. Yet now, it was clear–there were fighters even beyond that.

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“But if they push themselves too far and end up seriously injured, it would be a loss for the entire country.

As the crowd murmured, a commanding voice cut through the air.

“Aora, Mr. Gwain, do me a favor and stop this madness

The two men instantly recognized the speaker.

Even if Aora had wanted to stop, Gwain had no intention of backing down just because Gautier told him to. Who was he to order him around?

But Gautier had his own way of getting through to people. A knowing smirk played on his lips.

“You are both peerless warriors, heroes of the nation. Your strength should be used where it matters most. If you exhaust yourselves here and let Emmanuel and Yorick walk over you tomorrow, wouldn’t that be the greatest regret of your lives?”

His words struck a chord in both men. Given a way to step back without shame, they exchanged one last, resounding blow before finally separating.

With that, Gautier once again won the admiration of the crowd. People behind him nodded in approval, some even raising their thumbs in appreciation.

“With an organizer like him leading the grand hunt, tomorrow is bound to be a decisive victory!”

Gautier, however, paid no mind to the praise. Despite his injured leg, he moved swiftly, stepping forward with effortless control as he positioned himself between the two warriors.