A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367 

Before the strike even reached Emmanuel, the force he felt was like a sharp 

blade. However, he was oblivious to the opponent’s changes and closed his 

eyes! Then, he recalled what his veteran commander had taught him during 

his martial arts training in the Northern Region. “When the opponent’s speed 

exceeds your ability to visually recognize, block your vision and feel it with 

your heart!” 

Nevertheless, Claudette’s nerves were ratcheted up after she noticed that he 

had closed his eyes. 

The others were similarly astounded! 

Quinn could injure people with just the force of his palm. If he were to make a 

direct hit, there was no doubt that Emmanuel’s body would be like splattered 

mud. 

At the critical moment, Emmanuel dodged to the side. Whoosh! The heavy 

palm strike landed above his head but missed him completely. 

Everyone was shocked! Emmanuel has seen through Quinn’s ever–changing 

Palm Drop technique? 

Nonetheless, Quinn couldn’t believe it and was unwilling to accept it! Come 

again! He was determined to kill this kid in front of him. For him, it was about 

more than just completing the mission; it was also about earning back the 

respect he had rightfully lost. 

Suddenly, Emmanuel’s feet swayed, and his body spun, allowing him to again. 

avoid the opponent’s deadly move with his eyes still closed. Sometimes, 

one’s eyes can deceive, but one’s heart won’t! Like a gentle breeze, he eluded 

Quinn’s grasp just as the old man believed he had him. I’ll let Quinn be strong 

if that’s what he wants. In that case, I will transform into a soft breeze 

caressing a rugged mountain. His master had said that the highest realm of 

martial arts was first refining the body to the extreme and then personal 

enlightenment. 

The first level of enlightenment was to see a mountain as a mountain. This 

was the level of Black Bear and others, where they practiced their techniques 

to the utmost. 

The second level was to see a mountain, not as a mountain, which was 

Quinn’s current level. His moves appeared deceptive and already capable of 

fooling the human eye. 

The third level was returning to seeing a mountain as a mountain, not just a 

mountain. This was the legendary state of returning to simplicity. 

Even though Emmanuel had never mastered this level before, he would burst 

forth with terrifying potential whenever life and death were at stake. Like now, 

he was at his peak, surpassing any previous moment in his life! 

On the other hand, Quinn kept believing that the next strike would kill 

Emmanuel, but often at the last moment, he couldn’t actually land a 

substantial hit. “What is going on here?” He began to panic. After more than 

three decades of exploring the world of martial arts, I rarely encounter 

situations like this. The last time I witnessed such a bizarre scene was ten 

years ago when I was fighting an old man with white hair, but this kid in front 

of me wasn’t even 30. How did he get to this level of martial arts? “Die!” he 

shouted again. 

His speed increased again, with a series of strikes aimed at Emmanuel’s 

heart, head, face, side, and back. The onlookers were in awe and could not 

utter a sound, and even experts like Black Bear couldn’t help but admire 

Emmanuel’s skill. He soon realized that the difference between their level and 

that of a master was truly night and day. 

Nonetheless, Emmanuel deftly dodged every attack, and no matter how fast 

his opponent moved, he couldn’t land a hit because Emmanuel appeared 

ethereal and untouchable! 

Soon, Quinn grew even more desperate. 

At this moment, Magnus, who had been composed earlier, now furrowed his 

brow. I assumed that martial arts took time and cultivation and that Mr. 

Quinn’s expertise should have surpassed Emmanuel’s. Under normal 

circumstances, Emmanuel should not have been able to decipher Mr. Quinn’s 

thirty–year–long techniques, but if Mr. Quinn becomes flustered and loses his 

footing, variables will appear! 

After much effort, Quinn hit Emmanuel’s arm, thinking he had discovered a 

weakness in his defense. However, Emmanuel extended his other hand and 

effortlessly pressed it against Quinn’s head. Quinn was shocked, and his 

violent movements abruptly ceased. He knew that if Emmanuel had even a 

fraction of a second, he could crush his skull instantly, so Quinn quickly 

abandoned his frenzied attack and retreated. 

On the other hand, Emmanuel had predicted his every move, and he came 

at him at full speed, delivering a powerful punch! Caught off guard, Quinn 

had no chance to counterattack and could only continue his frantic retreat. 

Emmanuel pressed on, advancing and retreating until Quinn’s back touched 

the wall, leaving him with no escape. At that moment, Quinn realized his 

impending doom, and the shadow of death engulfed his mind, suffocating 

him with darkness! 

However, in the final moment, Emmanuel opened his fist and pressed his 

palm against Quinn’s head again. As the scene unfolded, everyone in the 

room held their breath out of fear of witnessing his skull burst open. 

Meanwhile, Quinn attempted to free himself from his grip, but Emmanuel’s 

hand seemed to follow him like a shadow. No matter how he shook his head 

and struggled, he ultimately found his head pressed against Emmanuel’s 

palm. Then, he gave up his struggle and looked up at Emmanuel. His face 

was purplish–red, and he was gasping for breath. “W–Why didn’t you kill me?” 

Despite his denial, Emmanuel could have killed him, and he would have been 

a lifeless corpse now. 

Smack! Without answering, Emmanuel delivered a resounding slap across 

Quinn’s face. Smack! It was followed by another slap. Smack! After three 

strikes, Quinn’s mouth was filled with blood. His teeth hung loose, and he 

resembled a deflated balloon. He leaned against the wall, barely clinging to 

life as he slid down. 

Emmanuel turned around and walked away, calmly stating, “I’m not that 

foolish. Why should I kill you? Although you’re despicable and arrogant, you 

needed a profound lesson!” 

The entire room fell silent as everyone watched Emmanuel’s victorious