Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Meanwhile, a group of people stood outside the private room, quietly

watching the scene unfold.

Then, Magnus turned around and looked at an old man behind the crowd,

and he asked politely, “Mr. Quinn, what do you think of this young man’s skill?”

Quinn sneered and replied, “He’s strong but lacks sophistication. He can’t be

considered top–notch.”

Magnus nodded and said, “Then, go and give him some guidance.”

“All right!” After Quinn finished speaking, the people around quickly cleared a

path. The man walked speedily and suddenly appeared in front of

Emmanuel, staring at him indifferently.

On the other hand, Emmanuel also sensed that the old man was not an

ordinary opponent, and his expression became serious. “Are you with those

two just now?”

“Hmph, what are they? Are they worthy of being on the same level as me?”

Quinn shook his head coldly.

“Since you’re not with them, why did you come to replace me? We have no

grudges against each other!” Emmanuel did not want to fight these masters,

nor did he want to be driven away by them. He had his own pride and dignity

since nobody wanted to be bullied for no reason!

“No grudges?” Quinn was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter.

“Since we’re competing in martial arts, why would we need grudges to do

So?”

“Martial arts?” Emmanuel was stunned and explained, “I’m sorry, but I don’t

want to compete with you! As you can see, I’m here celebrating a friend’s

birthday. This is not the right place for a martial arts match!”

However, Quinn replied confidently, “It won’t take much effort, and it won’t

damage anything here.” He implied that he was confident in quickly

defeating Emmanuel, and he wouldn’t make a mess like Emmanuel did with

those two so–called Yeringham masters earlier, which had ended up

damaging the restaurant’s property.

After hearing this, Emmanuel looked at the old man, furrowing his brows, then

asked, “Must we fight?”

“We must!” Quinn nodded affirmatively.

Nonetheless, Emmanuel asked again, “Why must we? Give me a reason!”

“Because you are someone worth defeating by me!” Quinn replied proudly,

and his every expression and gesture was filled with arrogance and

self–importance.

“However, you’re not worth the effort for me to defeat.” Emmanuel chuckled. I

have no idea who this person is and have no grudges or enmity against him.

Why should we fight?

“That’s not up to you!” After saying this, Quinn directly swung his palm toward

his head. His force wasn’t particularly powerful, but it was flashy and was

aimed at a vital point!

It was the Palm Drop technique! The moves were intricate and fantastical, with palm shadows appearing in all directions when his arms swung, and

whether it was the artful dance of five shadows followed by a single true

strike or the intricate display of eight shadows leading to one decisive blow, it

was reminiscent of a whirlwind sweeping through a peaceful orchard,

causing petals to rain down in unison. The virtual moves appeared feeble

and ineffective, but they aimed to lure and distract the opponent. During the

decisive moment, the virtual and real movements could transform into real

strikes, which would be fatal to the opponent. Similarly, to the adage “a single

leaf foretells the changing of the seasons“, those with keen vision could

discern great significance from the subtlest cues.

When the old man made his move, Emmanuel realized he was up against a

formidable opponent, far more challenging than the two so–called

Yeringham masters he had defeated earlier. Quinn’s palm techniques had

reached a level of mastery where he could control them effortlessly, and for

a moment, Emmanuel couldn’t see any flaws within them that he could

expose.

On the other hand, Emmanuel was a hothead, and considering he was only

there for a meal, these people insisted on forcing him to fight. If he didn’t

show his strength, they wouldn’t leave. Whoosh! Suddenly, he threw a

powerful punch, intending to break through Quinn’s defenses. He firmly

believed that the Palm Drop technique would, at most, severely injure him,

but his powerful punch would definitely take Quinn’s life with a single blow.

Unexpectedly, Emmanuel’s counterattack was successful, and Quinn did not

expect him to use such a reckless attack. This was exactly the kind of thing

that arrogant people like Quinn feared. He had always believed that his life

was more valuable than his opponent’s, so he did not confront Emmanuel

head–on, and Quinn retreated swiftly. Then, without pausing for thought, he

took off in whatever direction he pleased, circling behind Emmanuel as his

hands transformed into countless layers of illusions.

He had assumed that Emmanuel would be unable to see through his

techniques, let alone respond in time, but Emmanuel’s adaptability and

responsiveness far exceeded his expectations. It was just that those two

useless guys from earlier didn’t require Emmanuel to demonstrate any

adaptability!

Boom! Emmanuel accurately identified the reality and illusion of Quinn’s palm

techniques and directly collided his fist with Quinn’s real palm. A burst of

explosive sound followed, and a powerful whirlwind shattered the chair

between them.

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Since Emmanuel was younger and stronger, Quinn was sent flying backward.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Quinn took three steps back, each like a boulder falling

from a mountain, and when he finally stood firm, the sturdy stone floor bore

clear shoe prints.

Silence!

There was a deathly silence!

A fist that could shatter stones and feet that could split the ground.

Many people thought that fighters at this level only existed in novels, but they

never expected that there would be someone in real life who could reach

such a realm. This was far from the brute strength of an ordinary person!

On the other hand, the chair Emmanuel had sat in earlier had broken apart,

so it was obvious that he couldn’t sit down for any more meals. He stood

there, his gaze coldly fixed on Quinn. No one could have imagined that

Emmanuel was actually a gynecologist! “Your Palm Drop technique is too

crude. Each move is too treacherous and vicious, which is not the essence of

martial arts!” he commented coldly.

The Palm Drop technique was originally about change and artistry, and it was

not a lethal technique that caused disability or even death with every move.

On the other hand, Quinn unleashed his internal power with each strike,

aiming to cripple or kill with every move!

If it weren’t for Emmanuel’s timely response that forcibly repelled him, he

would be crippled or dead if he had been hit by one of Quinn’s strikes.

“All martial arts techniques are meant to kill. It’s just that you lack knowledge!”

Quinn retorted coldly, though secretly shocked in his heart.

His Palm Drop technique had countless variations, and his continuous

attacks were nearly invincible. In the past, many masters had fallen under his

hands, and no one had seen through the secrets of his techniques after just

one move, let alone a kid in his 20s. However, Emmanuel had seen through

his flaws with Quinn’s second move, even countering and forcing him back. It

was evident that this young man, who didn’t see through his palm

techniques at the beginning, had astonishing talent and comprehension in

martial arts. Quinn had never met a martial arts prodigy like him before.

“A killing technique? So, you want to kill me?” Emmanuel questioned coldly. He

knew these people were not good, but he didn’t expect them to dare to

fatally attack him in a restaurant!

“If it is not used for killing, do you think it is used for performing?” Quinn asked

mockingly. He always looked down on those flashy and showy moves, like the

ones displayed by the two Yeringham masters earlier.

Emmanuel’s face immediately darkened in response. Anyone who wanted to

kill me would be considered an enemy on the battlefield! At this moment, the

Northern Region Wolf’s bloodthirsty side had awakened. The Northern

Region’s veteran commander had taught him that he must never let his

guard down on the battlefield, let alone show mercy, since kindness couldn’t

command an army! Without the determination to kill the enemy, one would

inevitably die on the battlefield!