Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565: Five Whips

"Hopefully you won’t say I’m bullying you, old comrade."

Eleanor Wood is absolutely confident that she can defeat Tibalt Michael.

This is the truth.

No matter how strong Tibalt Michael is, he’s just a common man.

But Eleanor Wood, he walked out from Boulevard as a god.

"I am Tibalt Michael, please teach me!" Tibalt Michael’s heart was uncertain, but since he was here, he had to grit his teeth and finish the fight.

"Medicine King Valley, Eleanor Wood." Eleanor Wood spoke calmly.

"Aren’t your called Karen?" Tibalt Michael was extremely surprised!

"A name is just a code!" As he spoke, Eleanor Wood darted out like the wind and punched directly into Tibalt Michael’s face!

Thump!

The Grandmaster of the Town flew backwards and crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Ouch!"

Tibalt Michael was completely unprepared; blood splattered from his nose, and one eye was swollen.

"Young man, you lack martial ethics!"

With the help of two Phoenix Sect disciples, Tibalt Michael stood up, tremblingly pointed at Eleanor Wood: "You actually ambushed me, an old comrade!"

In ordinary martial artist duels, one would introduce oneself, get ready, and retreat three steps.

But today!

In front of everyone’s eyes!

The opponent went against the norm and straight away sent him flying!

Ambush!

No martial ethics!

Despicable!

"Sorry, I’m from the practical school, I don’t understand these pretentious things." Eleanor Wood apologized slightly.

If it had been outside, how could there be a chance to prepare for you, to give you an introduction?

Lightning fast, life would be over.

"I won’t accept it!"

Leap!

Tibalt Michael jumped up and landed back on the podium!

The Grandmaster of the Town is not just an empty title!

"Since you don’t follow martial ethics, then I’ll properly teach you a lesson!" As soon as the words fell, he hammered out a punch!

This punch could swallow mountains and rivers!

The air seemed to be torn apart!

"One Whip Opens the Mountain!"

Boom!

Eleanor Wood opened his paper fan and collided punch with Tibalt Michael!

The intense shock caused the large screen behind the podium to crack!

"No wonder he’s a Grandmaster! Who’s that youth, to withstand Master Michael’s punch!"

"Let me tell you, if it weren’t for stopping at the critical point, this young man might already be dead!"

"Usually, we only hear of Master Michael’s prestige, but today seeing it firsthand is a great fortune!"

Below!

The martial artists were almost boiling!

Thunderous applause, without end!

"Unexpectedly, you were able to take my punch!"

Leap!

Tibalt Michael withdrew his fist, stomp firmly!

A standard set of punches executed!

Like thunder crashing!

"Two Whips Calm the Sea!"

Just as he spoke!

Tibalt Michael swung out a palm!

Crash!

The giant screen display on the podium exploded!

Bits of glass everywhere!

The smell of burnt from the short-circuited wires began to permeate the hotel!

But no one cared!

The guests were all martial artists!

Their fight on stage was like celebrating a festival for these martial artists!

Too exciting!

Slap!

Eleanor Wood reached out a single hand, locking onto Tibalt Michael’s wrist!

"Master Michael has some skills."

He smiled slightly, his gaze having an evocative smile.

Mocking?

Or sneering?

Tibalt Michael burned with anger!

"Three Whips Reach the Nine Nether!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

A set of ancient punches were executed, making Tibalt Michael seem decades younger! noveldrama

Wind rose!

The gust from the punches carried the glass shards on stage, making clatter sounds!

As two punches landed!

Tibalt Michael’s momentum soared to its peak!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Eleanor Wood sent two punches, making Tibalt Michael’s wrist tingle!

"Four Whips Split the Ground!"

Tibalt Michael swung backhand, then smashed another punch!

"Five Whips Break the Sky!"

He exerted all his strength, continuously executing a set of ancient punches!

Eleanor Wood broke the move with both hands, firmly gripping Tibalt Michael’s arm!

Finished!

Tibalt Michael felt a shock in his heart!

This youth is remarkable!

Seems today, Master Michael will lose face!

But what Tibalt Michael didn’t expect was, Eleanor Wood abruptly released his hand, flying away!

It seemed to fall.

But with a single hand, he pushed off the ground and stood up.

"Master Michael is a step ahead, I admit defeat."

Eleanor Wood put away his paper fan, turned back to his seat.

"Master Michael is indeed a Grandmaster! Steady!"

"Those five whips were extraordinary, an exemplar for us!"

Below, the applause continued.

Tibalt Michael was stunned.

What just happened?

But instinctively, he turned and bowed slightly, smiling: "Just a fluke, each has their strengths, the young brother’s abilities are not inferior to mine. I am just older with more experience. Given time, the martial arts world will belong to you all."

Saying this, Tibalt Michael walked steadily, with one hand in front and the other behind.

Back to the seat at the door.

The people below were left wanting more.

Watched with enjoyment.

But the host of the banquet, Caelum Danvers.

Was not in the mood.

"Master will reply, arriving in half an hour." Franklin Weatherby returned from outside, whispering in Caelum Danvers’ ear.

Outside Phoenix Building, without realizing, hundreds of Phoenix Sect disciples had gathered.

And many hidden hands were on tall buildings, ready to support at any time.

"Ambushed on all sides." Caelum Danvers tapped the table with his finger, looked meaningfully at Julius Reed, then at Eleanor Wood: "You’re with them?"

"Met on the way. They said Boss Caelum had food, so I came." Eleanor Wood responded calmly.

"This meal is not so easy." Caelum Danvers had clearly seen the competition earlier and knew this young man’s abilities well. "I’m in need of people now, you just answer me one question, and you can enjoy these delicacies every day."

Naturally, knowledgeable people understood it didn’t mean that.

But rather aligning with the status of sitting at the first table.

"Go ahead." Eleanor Wood smiled.

"Why sit at this table? Do you know, this is the first row, first table! Sitting here, they’re likely untouchable." Caelum Danvers looked into Eleanor Wood’s face, trying to understand his attitude.

"I only sit at the first table." Eleanor Wood asked: "Is that satisfactory?"

"Youthful arrogance! Well!" Caelum Danvers looking at Franklin Weatherby: "From tomorrow, your position as Deputy Sect Master, hand it over to him, fully support this youth!"

After speaking, under Franklin Weatherby’s bewildered gaze, Caelum Danvers walked directly to the stage.

Looking at the shattered glass screen, he shook his head.

"Does anyone want to come up and join the fun?"

Caelum Danvers looked downstage.

Silence.

Because all the martial artists knew what was going to happen next.

"Recently, I’ve heard some whispers." Caelum Danvers with his hands behind, smiled at the crowd: "Some people seem quite dissatisfied with me."

No one spoke.

No one discussed.

Because everyone knew about it.

Hardy Ridge’s face changed slightly.

He had once approached Vinnie Somerset, expressed dissatisfaction.

Even attempted to find Master Young who offered immortality, wanting to replace Caelum Danvers.

After all, in terms of ability, Hardy Ridge was not inferior to Caelum Danvers.

"Gonna be a fight." Julius Reed picked up a teacup, to Hollis Somerset: "Have some tea."

"Ha." Hollis Somerset sneered.

Does a dead man deserve to drink tea with him?

"Not having?" Julius Reed directly splashed tea on Hollis Somerset’s face.

Without waiting for him to react, he spoke calmly: "I am a dying man, don’t mind taking someone down with me."

Hollis Somerset’s lips twitched, fists trembling.

But he still suppressed his anger.

When the man before him falls into Caelum Danvers’ hands, he will thoroughly torment him!

"Hardy Ridge, did you hear you’re displeased with me?"

Just then.

On stage.

Caelum Danvers suddenly spoke.