Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 2285 Yorick vs Zen Master

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As Emmanuel’s unconventional convoy–a mix of rugged off–road vehicles and makeshift war machines– rumbled onto Divine Mountain, Emery and his men could only stand there, stunned.

They watched in silence as the dust cloud settled, realizing they had just witnessed something monumental. noveldrama

For the first time, Emery completely grasped why Emmanuel became the youngest 5–Star Honored Battle General in Chanaean history.

It wasn’t just his strength.

It was the unyielding force of his will–his absolute certainty in every move he made.

Even with an undisciplined force behind him, Emmanuel’s presence alone infused them with a spirit that made them feel unstoppable.

At that moment, a sobering thought hit Emery.

This is the essence of a true warrior..

The Zelinsky family may never be able to defeat this man, and if Chanaea ever lost someone like Emmanuel… it wouldn’t just be losing a general. It would be losing its future.

Meanwhile, at the peak of Divine Mountain, the air was thick with tension.

Two colossal forces faced off, their energies crashing into each other before a single blow was even exchanged.

On one side stood the Zen Master, calm yet unshakable His lean frame and sharp features gave him an air of quiet authority, while his piercing gaze carried the weight of someone who had seen much and endured

more.

Opposing him was Yorick, his massive frame radiating raw power, his eyes as sharp as a predator ready to strike.

The entire mountaintop seemed to tremble as they locked eyes.

Then, Zen Master struck first.

With a simple flick of his finger, he unleashed a near–invisible energy force, cutting through the air like a silent bullet.

The crowd barely had time to react.

Yet, Yorick didn’t move.

A golden glow shimmered around his body–his legendary Golden Bell defense, an impenetrable shield that had kept him untouchable for years.

Watching from the sidelines, Blake smirked. “Ha! That weak attack? It might land, but it won’t even make Yorick blink.”

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Zen Master’s expression didn’t change.

Instead, he fired again.

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This time, multiple concentrated energy blasts shot forward–cach one glowing visibly as they tore through the air like gunfire.

The sheer force behind them had the crowd gasping.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yet Yorick stood his ground, unshaken.

Each hit landed, but none of them could move him.

If Zen Master was an elite marksman, then Yorick was a mountain of steel–utterly unfazed by the storm.

For many martial artists watching, it was a humbling moment. To them, manifesting internal strength externally was a skill only the greatest martial artists ever mastered.

Yet Zen Master did it as if it was second nature.

Against anyone else, his attacks would have been devastating.

Yorick smirked, crossing his arms. His voice dripped with mockery. “Zen Master, is this really all you’ve got after all these years?”

Zen Master didn’t respond.

İnstead, he snapped his fingers again.

This time, three sharp bursts of energy shot toward Yorick–not head–on, but from different angles, targeting his weak spots.

The moment the crowd saw it, they knew–this was different.

Even Blake’s cocky grin faltered. “Wait… does that bald friar actually know Golden Bell’s weakness?”

Meanwhile, Magnus stood motionless, unusually silent, as if his very soul had left him.

At the same time, Ezra also remained quiet, observing the battle from a prime vantage point.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Another three strikes landed.

For the first time, Yorick reacted.

His body shifted slightly, his hand instinctively covering the area where he was hit.

A ripple of shock spread through the audience.

Even Zen Master allowed himself a small smile. “May peace be with you.”

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Even Gwain, watching froin a distance, felt his heart race. Did Zen Master actually crack Yorick’s Golden Bell? Back then, I couldn’t even put up a fight against him.

Wait… If Zen Master wins, who will still recognize the Lannisters as the pinnacle of the martial world?

Unexpectedly, Yorick sneered. “You bald friar! I knew you still remember how you used Jane to exploit my weakness–waiting for the perfect moment to strike once you found my flaw!”

Zen Master’s expression tightened. His smile faded.

It was only then that Yorick gradually lowered his hand from his body, leaving everyone astonished to see no injury.

Zen Master’s composure finally cracked.

“You… Have you mastered the Shadowless Cloak? That’s impossible.” His voice wavered.

Just then, Yorick laughed. Not just a chuckle–a full, deep laugh, something no one had ever heard from him before.

Even his own allies looked uneasy.

He had never reacted like this to an opponent–not even when he had defeated the strongest fighters.

Amid the crowd, Gautier smirked.

“It’s resentment,” he muttered, striding toward Magnus, who stood eerily still–his gaze vacant, his presence hollow.

Gautier added, “I suppose we’ll understand Yorick’s emotions when the day comes that we take Emmanuel’s life.”

Magnus remained unresponsive. No words. No reaction.

From the crowd, Hattie watched uneasily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Magnus…”

She had been in hiding since yesterday, staying out of sight. She finally slipped into the venue unnoticed after crossing paths with Nathan and Aurora.

Now, seeing Magnus like this, motionless and detached, an uneasy feeling crept over her. What’s wrong with him?

Just then, Yorick’s voice boomed across the battlefield. “If you hadn’t ambushed me with your lackeys back then, you never would have won!”

His rage exploded, his energy surging like a tidal wave. Today–I will tear off your fake, holy mask! I will make you fall, humiliated, disgraced, lower than an animal!”

With a ferocious roar, Yorick lunged forward.

His first strike the Blazing Sun Tiger Strike, a signature move of the Dotson family–tore through the air with raw power.

This wasn’t just a punch. It was destruction in motion.

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The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, distorting the air around them.

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From a distance, Hattie felt a chill crawl up her spine. The sheer force behind the attack was on an entirely

different level from Blake.

“This… What? How?” she murmured, struggling to believe what she was witnessing.

Right then, Blake’s voice cut through the moment from behind her. “Ms. Hattie, you look way too shocked. You really think becoming a Martial Saint is just about hard work? Yorick was born for this. He’s got a talent that most people could never hope to achieve–effort alone could make someone a Martial Saint, I’d already be one.”

Hattie and the others turned to him, momentarily distracted from the fight.

Blake smirked. “Honestly, no attack even matters when it’s aimed at my brother. That bald friar? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Hattie wanted to ask about Magnus, but the fight exploded with even more intensity before she could. The battle drowned out everything else, the energy in the air buzzing like a live wire.

Meanwhile, Aora’s eyes locked on the devastating strike. If that Blazing Sun Tiger Strike was coming for me… there’d be no way out.

Yet, the Zen Master was no ordinary fighter.

His mastery of martial arts and technique far exceeded even Gwain’s.

Rather than taking the strike head–on, he effortlessly shifted his stance and used three swift counter–moves from the Chapel of Oros. His movements flowed like water, skillfully dodging the attack while solidifying/ his defense.

Even Wyatt couldn’t hide his amazement. “Incredible! Mr. Gwain, Zen Master’s skill is on par with the strongest warriors of the Lannister family!”

For once, Gwain held his tongue because there was no denying it–Zen Master was exceptionally skilled.

Instead of frustration, a smirk curled on Gwain’s lips.

The stronger the Zen Master is, the better. The more damage he does to Yorick, the easier it is for me to step in and claim victory.

As that thought settled, his smirk deepened. Today, my goal is simple–to become the true number one.

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