A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO novel 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 find 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. 

6/8 

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